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General William Stone, the valiant Spanish Mercenary Warlord dated Juliet, the adored jewel of Alberto Family for six years. His called up to the Spanish-France war led the flowery Juliet to marry Mayor Patrick Bay, the wealthy Melillan royalty.
William returned at the end of the five years long war only to insist retrieving back his Juliet from Mayor. This led to fierce battle of lovers. And the story just begin here.
William and Juliet is a great story that unveils a great truth: that we can avoid the unnecessary wars that often smoldered gorgeous citadel of love and shattered lovers’ life; that we can come out of the storming, cloudy fumes that often wreck relationships and abort glorious destiny.
This novel challenges your love-life with great didactic values and heartrending edifying punctures. Read on.
Michael tells of a bastard child and the search for his father. Bamidele’s poem, “Insomnia”, is a quick glimpse into the restless awareness of death. Jeff and Raheela attempt to guide a writer’s hand in the foray of storytelling and publishing. Fatihah talks of love, innocently, simply. Resoketswe engages a bar conversation on suicide; a subject we hate to admit. There’s more.
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It was 6:23 pm, and he was still on his work desk. Life and work balance has been a mirage so far for him. He has to slave, if he wants to eat. “Yusuf, the presentation should be ready before 7 am tomorrow. I cannot fall behind schedule, you know this is very...
After School: An Anthology . . . I held the pen to write, lividly. The pen had a rope tied to it, an unattractive one. “This bank people self. I will trust you people with my money, all of it. But you can’t trust me with your pen. Ordinary Pen! Hay God! Evil people...
Writing is Easy.... Until you're trying to get something out of your mind and you're having clogs wishing it became even easier but no, it keeps clustering and the words become too heavy to be sifted hence you're all in your mind talking to yourself about how you...
Have you ever wondered why you give up so easily when pursuing an endeavor that has been benefitting the people around you? Have you ever wondered why it seems you can't get past the initial start up phase? Have you ever wondered why you have a long list of unfinished...
Junne: .....I am the girl who wants more and I think you're too laid back Chuck: I'm the guy who wonders.... Wonder why she thinks I'm laid back but then, I just got back... Junne: He is so ordinary. It was a different him that day at the Park. With a...
Who is a protagonist? The protagonist is simply the character that the story revolves around. While there are other important characters, major and minor, two things might happen to a story if the main character dies; 1, the story ends and 2, a new main character...
Sophia kept running without looking back, not even to check the liquid that flowed from her. At first, it felt cold, and then it became sticky as it found its way to her feet. She was losing her strength and indeed her life with every stride. All she wanted was to get...
11:01 AM The sun was up ahead yet the ground was cold. Birds circled in the sky above. Dancing, diving and getting lost in the veil of cloud then reappearing in another while I watched, my body too heavy to move. Dizzy and weak, eyelids fluttering every minute, their...
How do you tell your husband you don't love him anymore? That you probably never did. That somewhere along the line when you turned 22 and he asked you to marry him, you just went with it cause otherwise would have been unseemly. You fell naturally into the role of a...
Kate sat alone on a long concrete chair by the sidewalk clutching her hair to her neck. A cold evening breeze blew across the lonely road spattering leaves from tall mahogany trees which she gently brushed off her satchel bag and her toned skin. She had just left Mrs....
