This story is titanic with a twist what if rose isn't human what if jack has a secret too if so what is it how will they cope what's Worcester jacks secret or roses

Sometimes life just takes you by the throat and flips you...

"I knew things, things no human should know. I lived a dangerous and hellish life of war, and fighting. I lived in a conflict between 2 secret factions, The Magicka, and The Silencers. The Silencers, an cybernetically advanced human faction that thrives on their electronics. Their only goal is to siphon bank accounts everywhere."

Please read I gave up onNobody knows so I started a new book

A blue balloon gets loose and wanders around through some very short stories that look, superficially, like poems. They are meant mostly for adults, but they should be ok for kids as well. The stories were told to the author by a not-very-powerful god that lives in the trees between the branches and the air in the light before sunset. This particular not-very-powerful god isn't much interested in teaching anybody anything, just telling some very short stories. While the stories certainly aren't traditionally religious, they do contain some traditional religious references and rabbits.

Fiction book which tell us little knowledge in Islam, IT, Indonesian, Japanese. Enjoy reading. Fiction book which tell us little knowledge in Islam, IT, Indonesian, Japanese. Enjoy reading. Fiction book which tell us little knowledge in Islam, IT, Indonesian, Japanese. Enjoy reading.

views of winter and other poems

A very short, slightly humorous misadventure involving a remote-controlled ceiling fan, a dining room table with a footstool on top, a screwdriver, and someone who struggles with self-esteem when it comes to DIY projects. And aside from temporary emotional scarring, no-one was injured during the ensuing chaos.

Id rather be
All , by , myself.

Talking

Who hears me well..
Communicate
Precisely
The way I… feel

I’d rather talk to myself

All
Day
Long

Then the
Chattering of the crowd
The need to entertain
The ache
For recognition
And……

The universal need to be liked

Id rather be my own

Very best friend
Comfortable
In my skin

Who understands me
Explicitly

Then be in a

“Dead man walken”

crowd

The story of a bus driver in Bangalore, India