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  • Narrative Poetry Re: Assassin

    That was fun to read. I felt that some of the rhyme was original; I enjoyed it. I think a followup of the poem from the victim would be an ...

    May 6, 2011
  • Narrative Poetry Re: End of a Dream

    End of a Deam by MJD Uh uh awake. Hand arced Slamming the clock Once twice thrice And more Still snoozing Roommate grunts, No sorry No time. Class! At nine ...

    May 6, 2011


As a former (and rather excellent) liar herself, Aru knew that, sometimes, speaking the truth felt like wrenching a thorn out of your side. But doing the opposite meant pretending it wasn't there. And that made every single step ache. It was no way to live.
— Roshani Chokshi, Aru Shah and the Nectar of Immortality