Phone Directory- Tiny Tale

For the longest time, he believed that all the contacts in his phone directory were now dead. Little did he know that it was his corpse that was smelling.

For the longest time, he believed that all the contacts in his phone directory were now dead. Little did he know that it was his corpse that was smelling.
I am a soulful woman who loves to conjure up my thoughts and write. I thoroughly enjoy creating art and expressing myself through words. I believe words have a certain kind of melody that can be understood by everybody.

French philosopher, writer and journalist Albert Camus (7 November 1913 – 4 January 1960) labelled as an existentialist by many, was a believer of absurdist theory. He contributed his life in learning, raising questions about mortality and resolving the mysteries of human life on earth. Born to French parents, Camus spent his entire childhood in a…

There are great men, women, and thinkers who from time anon have brought some of the best pieces of advice for the novice. To make them ponder about the meaning and purpose of life. Many follow their footsteps, a few revere their knowledge, while others are simply in awe of their work. So here are…

Kahlil Gibran, a writer with multiple talents was better known for his mystical Arabic and English works that earned international acclaim. Palestinian poet and writer Salma Khadra Jayyusi worded him as “the single most important influence on Arabic poetry and literature during the first half of the twentieth century,” and continues to be the highly…

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The fog lifted up and so did we, The smoke from the chulha was painting a dull picture, We moved ahead and saw a cavern, Inviting us to taste the adventure. I gave in and moved inside, while my sister stayed behind. The ivy creeper and passion vine were crawling in the courtyard, And meadow…

Slowly decaying and dying inside a young body. He finally understood that– silence is somebody’s funeral.