It was called the jewel of her coastline. An isolated wasteland
had become a bustling metropolis. Now, waste from the land was dumped into her.
She shaped its destiny as reclamations disfigured her shores. It was gone in a
flash with the tsunami. As if the sea swallowed its pride in a fit of rage.
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Writing was my first love. I loved getting lost in the world of words. It was the joy of watching a blank piece of paper transform into a ...
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It was 5 am on a damp Sunday morning. He was the first one to get there. But others would be there soon. The fights were unavoidable. Th...
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A cool breeze cut through the warm sunshine as a shiver ran down her spine. She walked gingerly towards him. He always greeted her with ...
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