She laughed at his face. He was not man enough to take her on. He drank, lost his control and bruised her with words or whatever he got his hands on. “What do you know about love, you prostitute?” He’d ask. She had had enough but decided to brazen it out, “It hurts,” she said
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i write in the hope that someone listens
I Bleed Words Sometimes
Here's me.
transcribed by Suezelle
Strange, unusual, rare; marvellous world invented by me. Fantasy or not, you decide.
My scribbles
The Desert Diaries by Adrine D'mello
Thought Catalog is a digital youth culture magazine dedicated to your stories and ideas.
When you got nothing, you got nothing to lose. — Dylan.
My musings, writings, photography & friendship shared on WordPress.com site
Poetry, story and real life. Once soldier, busnessman, grandfather and Poet.
Writing from the vein
My modern-day Pensieve.
More than a homemaker, less than a traveller.
Always find a way to live your dream!
Random Random and Random!
Puns - Intended. Oxymorons - NOT. Morons - Not at all
I think a lot. Welcome to my wonderland; anxiety and romanticism flourishes here. (Disclaimer: I own all the pictures unless stated otherwise)
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