ജെയിംസ് സാർ, അഗതാ ക്രിസ്റ്റിയുടെ ഒരു നോവലുണ്ട്. കൊല ചെയ്തിട്ട് സമൂഹത്തിൽ മാന്യന്‍മാരായി കഴിയുന്ന കൊലപാതകികളെയും അന്വേഷണ ഉദ്യോഗസ്ഥരെയും ഒരു മുറിയിൽ ഒന്നിപ്പിക്കുന്നത് അവിടെവച്ച് ഒരാൾ കൊല്ലപ്പെടും..അതിന്റെ പേര്...

I heard something is saying like an indication of contempt. "How he will forward" "This design won't happen in his feeble intellect". Even then I kept saying it again and again. All I need is a pen. Though they know all that. They put on my feet the climbing hoop And they tied on my back, enough water, food. Then the flag of my country. I saw it when I turned back. The whole people in my country are in getting together. To give me a good send-off. First, I wasn't known whether it is freedom or imprisonment. Now, I know, how wisely they were shackled me. Again I asked my bose. 'Please give me a pen'. He shouted. We have set you free only to climb the mountain. Don't you know? The pen was imprisoning you. So, from this moment on you should hate the pen. The pen is poison, a deadly poison. That had destroyed our sound sleep. So, we just keep a pen with stagnant ink for formalities. Because that ink doesn't flow. They can't move from one place to another. From one continent to another. Especially, they can't spread from one mind to another like wildfire. So, you should decide now. Whether do you want prison or want the heaven of God. So, I had nothing else to think about. So I lit on fire to destroy my luggage that inclusive the bloody holy book. Then I started to walk. The footsteps of mine, they can say to my successors. The survival stories and struggles. Thabarak Rahman Saahini

Cherry blossom lipstick: check Smokey eyes: check Skinny jeans: check Dead kid in the mirror: check For sixteen year old Mattie Hathaway, this is her normal everyday routine. She's been able to see ghosts since her mother tried to murder her when she was five years old. No way does she want anyone to know she can talk to spooks. Being a foster kid is hard enough without being labeled a freak too. Normally, she just ignores the ghosts and they go away. There's a little glitch this time. The ghost she sees is her foster sister, Sally. Everyone thinks she's just another runaway. Mattie knows the truth, though-she's dead, murdered. Foster kids look out for each other and Mattie feels like she has to help Sally, but she can't do it alone. Against her better judgment, she teams up with a young police officer and together they set out to discover the truth of Sally's disappearance. Now the killer has set his sights on her. It becomes a race to see if she can find the truth before the serial killer finds her.

short poems and shayaris

Feelings that I never said but expressed it through my words..

A story of 5 girls with perfect life and best families ever. Until a fun trip to an Island turns into horror, mystery and much more. To know, What is the mystery? Who are these cousins? Where are they going on trip? How will the trip come to an end? When will mystery turn into much more? Why will anything happen with them at the first place? You need to click that "Read" button. 🏆3rd position holder in Mystery genre of "The Readers Choice Awards 2020" 🏆1st position holder in Mystery genre of "Wattpad Selenic Lights Award 2020" Disclaimer : This is my first story plz ignore my errors and its a story so maybe you will not find a logical explanation to everything. PS : It's not a horror story. No.of parts : 44(rest are notes) Started : 1st Aug 2019 Ended : 15th Oct 2019

HIII FRIENDS.... I GOT SOME QUOTES FROM OUR CHARLIE CHAPLIN & I ALSO SHARE WITH U ALL...........

this is my first ever poem that i had written

ഇതൊരു complete love story അല്ല ,ഒരു one side love story പോലെ തോന്നുമെങ്കിലും അതും അല്ല ഒരു ഫ്രണ്ടിനെക്കുറിച്ചുള്ള ഒരു പെൺകുട്ടിയുടെ പഴയ കാല ഓർമകളാണ് ഒരു ആത്മഗതം എന്നു വേണമെങ്കിൽ പറയാം .നിത്യ അവളുടെ Online ഫ്രണ്ടിനെപ്പറ്റിയുള്ള കൊച്ചു കൊച്ചു ഓർമകൾ പങ്കു വയ്ക്കുകയാണ് .

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