Croaka was pensive as he sat down on the slimy stone near a puddle formed by a steady stream at a corner of Mughal Gardens.
It was just past midnight when she arrived at the cordoned off station. There was a yellow Ka parked by the front.
Not sure who took that picture, but it's me hitching a ride, my backside anyway, age 17, running away from home.
I am Wahid. I came here nearly 40 years ago. I live in the next street. Are you here with your family?", the old man asked.
It is a typical evening; a cool breeze surrounds the insides of the subway. Never do they notice the intentions of each other.
The cold winter air stung his nostrils as Stephan walked along the brick covered sidewalk next to the tracks.
It had started innocently enough; the place had been packed, he had asked if he could share my table. The hour flew by as we started talking.
Sam was on that lonely stretch of road and he had his thumb leading the way. He was out there all morning.
What if all the books were worlds, and when she opened one, she opened a door to that world that she could go through? Wouldn't that be awesome?
John's wheezed as he ran through the forest. He was a runner, why was he wheezing? Couldn't he outrun his six-year-old?
Pete was at a cross roads and he had to make a decision fast or else he was going to lose everything.
The narrow road at the corner is the way to the blissful nature, where one will find true bliss.
The fight is over forever. It is all numb now. There is no more pain. Life is setting me free. Let me fly...float in the clouds and forget my wounds.
Marty's number was called and he had to report to Parris Island, South Carolina for 12 weeks of basic training.
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