Years ago, the Earth was devastated by an apocalyptic event. Annihilating almost all life and turning the surface into a dusty, irradiated wasteland. 24 year old Arien Kyvrat, a survivor of the Nukes, has only one objective, go home.

A Dramione short story. "If I know what love is, it is because of you."- Herman Hesse. He never had a hope before he met her. She was his hope, from the starting till the end. He didn't know why, she didn't know why, they didn't know how. Read this short story to encounter the journey of their hope. Started on: 30/4/20 Finished on: 1/5/20 2nd place in short story -Prosperity Awards 2020 1st place in Short story/random genre -Bookaholics Awards 2020 #innovativeawards2020 Highest ranking: #1 in dramioneoneshot (3/5/20) #6 in genuine (4/5/20) #1 braveness (3/5/20) #5 in goodness (3/5/20)

This book is not made to slander any races. This is a book where we can have an open discussion about racism. Please be respectful and open minded. Everybody struggles and I want to bring light to it. IF YOU ARE NOT WILLING TO LISTEN, PLEASE DO NOT SPEAK [Under editing] Cover made by: @my_fave_slimmy

KILL ANYONE, ANYWHERE, ANYTIME...AND NEVER GET CAUGHT. John Savage is a special force of one. A corporate investigator who had to leave when an investigation went wrong. He's become a 21st century warrior serving overseas but not for any one government only the highest bidder. When he finds a dead body with links to his old life he returns and finds that what forced him out was only the beginning of a conspiracy to commit murder on a grand scale. The Dark Market. In which anyone can take part and anyone can be a victim. Now Savage must battle to finish what he started. "There is something refreshingly Hemingway-esque about Coles..." BBC's Focus magazine. [The story you are about to read is intended for readers age 18+ due to its content and language. It may not be appropriate for all audiences. Please read at your own discretion.]

"For the voice that torments me is the one that belongs to me"

A collection of free verse poems I've written. 'For every second, words can be said; For every minute, thoughts can carry out actions or emotions; So, do I breathe with each line i make.' -MikayMPB- _______________________________ Disclaimer: Any similarity with other works of poetry is plainly coincidental. This is my original work dating back from 2000 until the present. No one is allowed to produce or publicize this work EXCEPT the OWNER. 😊 ---Credits to all the owners of some photos from Google that I have used in each poem.

Faith inspirations written to poetically encourage the believer in their walk of Faith.

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"I want the dead lovers of the world to hear our laughter and grow sad. I want our breath of passion to stir their dust into consciousness, to wake their ashes into pain." -Oscar Wilde *** Talha Abdul Majeed, a scrawny med school student, goes missing on his own wedding day. His family and friends suspect another girl involved or perhaps a kidnapping? The reality, however, is exactly the opposite. *** For Zaynab Chaudhary life has been a pretty smooth ride till now. She is seen loitering and smoking, laughing and singing. Med school came with unimaginable stress and profound friendships. Nevertheless she is content in her life, until one evening that changes everything in an instant. Talha is missing and her life turns upside down as she discovers the truth about her best friend. *** It's an untold story of those who belong nowhere . Through Talha and Zaynab ,we will wander through the streets of old Lahore, together we will explore the magic that is Karachi, have a chai and some smokes and the story will unfold itself. *** (Beautiful cover art, as usual, is by xrigormortis)

The people I meet. The stories I'm surrounded by. They inspire everything from Love and Awe, to Hilarity and Disgust. This might just be a glorified diary at some point, but I'm too hipster for journals. (Or, err...the other way round). Here's to the holiness of Coffee Beans and to the power of Human Thought.