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Latest Posts on: ink on paper
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Chris' Diary
Writer : Unknown It had been raining for more than a week, so much rain it made everyday seemed so restless and gloomy. She called and said she was coming up. It was the third time she came up to see me that week. I carried her excuse of why she came all the way here and went to meet her at the nearby seven-eleven. She was standing there alone, car..
Posted on 13 March 2010 | 3:53 am
The Bench
Click 'play' to listen to the music and try to read and feel the story : A Short Story Written by:Hicham SbaaOnce upon a time, an old lady in her seventies was sitting on a bench in the park, she used to come to this exact bench every week for the past fifty years, she never missed a week, she usually just sits and looks at nature and enjoys the co..
Posted on 6 May 2009 | 4:08 am
Short Story Competition
The Tensift’s Regional Center for DevelopmentI woke up today to the sound of my phone ringing,I took the call and there was a nice voice of a young woman telling me that I have won The 2nd Place Award for The Best Short Story competition by C.D.R.T (Centre de Développement de la Région de Tensift).To tell you the truth, when I sent my stories, ..
Posted on 9 April 2009 | 10:05 pm
13 Steps To Nowhere
Click 'play' to listen to the music and try to read and feel the story : A Short Story Written by:Hicham SbaaBefore I start telling you my story, just let me begin by saying that I am no one special; just an ordinary man with ordinary thoughts, I've led an average life, and soon after my death, I will be forgotten.For the first time in months, I wo..
Posted on 3 April 2009 | 10:37 pm
A Final Goodbye
Written by r.e.potter In memory of my mother who would have celebrated her 73rd birthday this weekend. But instead, taken at 33Twas the last night in April when awoken by criesWhen we knew of the truth by the tears in his eyesMy father stood trembling being held from each sideWithout a word spoken we knew our mother had diedNo words could you offe..
Posted on 20 March 2009 | 8:32 pm