Godyears

She stared at the young man, moving rhythmically on top of the girl and her frown deepened. She couldn’t allow …

No blog is complete without the love bestowed upon it  by those who pass by and share their views. While I do…

Very few countries are truly blessed with the amalgamation of such rich and diverse cultures and landscapes as Mala…

During the course of this WriteTribe Festival of Words, I've already spoken about two women ( here and here ) wh…

“How many more must die?” she asked him angrily. But his eyes remained focused on the targets running in front of h…

She's been a waitress, a sales girl, a bartender and a house painter. Over time, this woman became a standup com…

At the outset, let me say I am not a big Stephen King fan. I’ve read a lot of his work and feel he often tends to rea…

What if you gave me a chance to be you? What if there were no shades of grey in us - just white and more prist…

Today's prompt on Write Tribe's Festival of Words 3 is 'Blog Love' to showcase other blogs. Now I pers…

“How did you stay sane in the face of all that they did to you?” she asked after he had told his tale, the concern ev…