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The Last Movie : Nancy Sarraf

It was the last day of the last goodbye hug, last class and the last time I saw my block. The last goodbye to teachers and friends, last school bus ride and then the bus stop. As we were going to say goodbye to our school’s life, our school had organized a farewell program. At

The dark was getting more darker and the silence more louder. The rhythmic beating of my heart pumping blood was the only thing left for me to feel. Then out of nowhere came a cry for help. A shrike that left me shivering to the bones. The scream was loud and distant but I felt

Rita was a very hard working woman who worked for Mr. Park at his house. Mr. Park believed in the work of Rita and always praised her. He had invited Mr. Smith for dinner on

The window of my room was opened and a chilly wind was blowing. I was wrapped in blanket; air phone in my ears and lost in my own world, sometimes peering at the clock to check the time. When it was 6:15 am, I woke up; departing from my world of fantasies and my Shangri-la.

I was sitting in the terrace of my house with an earphone in my ear and an ipod in my hand. I was enjoying myself a lot with the soft instrumental song. It was evening, the cool and soft breeze was tickling my skin and it felt really nice. As everything was going on too

On a fine Sunday morning, I opened my windows to get that cool zephyr feeling. Although I lived in a busy town, full of vehicles and buildings, I had learnt to cope with the environment. It always reminds me of different stories. It was a December morning. I lazily dressed up for school and went

There was a big river in a place called Sentar and above the river was a bridge. It was believed that there was a spirit of a woman under the bridge. She used to be in the river at mid-night in white dress. Once, in the late evening, a traveller came the same way

There were many passengers in the bus. Among them were a father and his 16 years son who were sitting in the middle row of the bus. Looking at their get ups, one could clearly figure out that they were from the middle class. The son was sitting on the window side and the father

The Ungifted Gift : Reeti K.C.

The sun penetrating from the curtains fell on a girl. Lost in her world of dreams; creating her own world when she heard an enchanting music. The music started to go louder every time until it compelled her to leave her Shangri-La. Irritated by the sound of the alarm clock and still with sleepy eyes

It was a dark, rainy night. The wind was howling and the raindrops were like blocks of ice. There was an old orphanage whose windows were broken, causing the water to enter the orphanage. A little boy was sleeping on the floor, in a small room. Actually, a lot of boys were sleeping in that