He looked me in the eye and said he was hungry; I couldn’t say no. He took his satchel off his little shoulders. It was, but, an improvised shaving kit with a strap sewed on…
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The Boy Who Polished My Boots
Posted in Narrative, Prose, Realism, tagged Child Labour, Narrative, Poor Boy, Poverty, Prose, Realism, Suffering on April 17, 2010 | 7 Comments »
The Lost Poet
This young poet, named Prateek, writes not just in archaic verse but about everything. He is miserably in love with words!
Clouds of Creation
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Victims of Valkyrie
- 2,456 lost souls didst fell here before thee!
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Words from Visitors
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