Date - 27Dec 2015 11:13pm Entry 1 The weather is cold and it is a moonless night. The wind is fierce tonight and I hear a wolf howl somewhere in the distance. I am writing from the haunted house where I have been stuck for weeks now. There are no doors and I see no way… Continue reading That house
The second one Link to Comic 1( You might want to see this one first) THANK YOU!
DAILY PROMPT How would your life be different if you were incapable of feeling fear? Would your life be better or worse than it is now? _____________________________________ Life I think would be different if I was incapable of feeling fear. It is hard to say if it would be better or worse due to so many… Continue reading Fearless
I was trying out my new lens. AF-S NIKKOR 50mm f/1.8G
This is BMW 5 series.
Hey there fellow bloggers. I have never talked about comics or expressed my desire to make them one day. I decided to start with them, not caring how stupid and bad they look. Here is the first one I have made, I'd be happy to have your comments on it, tell me if it makes… Continue reading Comic #1
Here is my photograph for Christmas. Enjoy the remaining days of this year.
Well the first rule said I need to thank the blogger who nominated, so thank you Pratyusha. 🙂 Clicking here will take you to her blog. I have put the logo below. Seven facts about me? Let’s see what I can do about it. 1. I am amazingly bad at smileys. I just know these… Continue reading Award
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Miss Book Thief wrote a poem with a different perspective and it has turned out be great, at least I think so.
The link to my work is below, you’d want to read it to make the whole thing a little sensible.
This is the girl’s perspective of the poem The Coffee Shop by Jafar. I loved it so much, so I wrote this. You can read his poem by clicking on the link.
I’m the girl in the coffee shop
Writing about you, the boy
On the other side of
The glass door.
Rihanna is crooning in my ear
About how even if she reaches all her fingers
She can feel more than distance between them.
And that’s how I feel
Looking at you
You spot me, and I quickly
Duck my head down, pretending
To doodle in my notebook.
I see you come and sit inside
Out of the corner of my eye
You think I don’t notice you
But, I watch you everyday
When you’re not looking.
It’s been days now
My book is full of poems, about
The way the sunlight glints in your hair,
Turning it brown
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