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A silent plea is still a plea. Prince Gaheris is stuck in an abusive house. He needs help but doesn't have anyone to ask.

"Remember that, if that is all that you remember of me." When a mysterious figure appears at the New Year's Feast, Gawain offers to take his uncle's place in facing this seemingly invincible apparition. This takes a dangerous turn when Gawain has to leave the next year for the return blow-one that will sever his head from his neck.

This is my first novel . Its about a girl Hannah who is persuing her mother's dream of becoming a doctor. In this journey she experiences ups and highs and meet her soulmate. I hope you guys will like it. Please do tell me how's it

(based on a true story)

A knight faces death against a horde of barbarians, and reflects.

"It is done." At a mysterious masquerade, the guests aren't what they may seem.

A small project for school, tell me how to improve!

When does determination become obsession? Life seems pretty great for fifteen-year-old Cai. But when his father, Sir Ector, falls ill, it is up to him, his brother Arthur, and their friend Bedivere to heal Sir Ector. And when it comes to strength, will Cai have enough to do what is right?

India is a perfect blend of hundreds of cultures, traditions and ofcource families. Just like we Indians are diverse but united, we have a common thing in our families too... complications, weather the family is rich, poor, middle class, of any religion or of any social background the complexity of the relationships remains the same and the 'chaar log ' manage to sneak in then and now. This story particularly is of one such family on the behalf of every inside feeling if an Indian. (important - this is just a stereotypical story, families in India may/ are quite different )

This is a poem comparing certain people to the flowers, Black-Eyed Susans. Please comment, criticism is welcome

"You are a friend, and as such, I will do all in my power to help." A mysterious murder has come to the attention of the public, and when Officer James Heming stops responding to his friend's calls, suspicions are aroused.

I had never thought the end of the world would be this quiet. ..... I had never feared death.. I knew it would come for me one day, but I never pictured it like this. "My fault, this is all my fault.." Is the only thought that repetitively pounds through my mind. They are like this because of me.. Everything has turned black. With that blackness, there came emptiness. And in that emptiness, there was a deafening silence.. As for peace..? There can never be peace. At Least not in these times. Not with the Ebony mark...