The male staff all wore gorgeous colored loin cloths that always seem to be about to fall off they’re wonderful hips. Their upper bodies were tanned sculpted and naked.The female staff wore short shorts and...

As their figures recede, it strikes Filsan as ironic that they had delayed fleeing so they could take as many of their possessions as possible, but now those very possessions prevent their flight.

He wrote to his father every day. His platoon called his dad a girlfriend.

All I want is to sleep–to dream. Life is better in dreams.

She was a sleuth and sleuths had to follow rules. ‘Get to the point; don’t allow the subject to digress’ was one of them

When reading dies, the imagination soon follows.

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She was as lovely sleeping as she was dripping in sensuality at the fundraiser

Sometimes, it is easier to leave things as they are, rather than to fight, go against the flow.

Despite their macabre imaginations, they don’t believe the things they say, all those things about magic and fantômes. But I do. I know he lingers. I’ve heard his voice, soft as a lover’s whisper.

WHAT THE HELL WAS I DOING?! Oh, right.$1500.” From “Clown Porn” in “Broken Headbone

Innocence invites protection, yet we might be smarter to protect ourselves against it…

The list of lifesavers left him numb, clueless – the action, indifferent.

She realized, when relationships failed to last, it was not because love was no longer present, but because people had stopped believing in themselves and in their partners.

Have you been reading those books that clueless illiterate Duja in charge of the lending library lets you borrow?’ ‘No, Ma.’ ‘Then what put you in mind of devils possessing nuns to take over the...

Sarah, I’m going to take care of you whether you like it or not.

I wonder if every girl yearns for her father’s love,almost like waiting to catch the moon hiding in the trees—beautiful, yet so eternally elusive.-MUKTA

Parenthood doesn’t improve one’s character, it exposes it.

What better hiding place than an old, woodlice-ridden album of photographs!

The girl signed deeply and ever so slowly made her way down to the opposite end of the case. Using the metal tongs she passed over the golden yellow ladoo and reached for the darker...

When my cell phone rang, I’d just finished cutting up my marriage mattress.

The ragged curtains were reaching out across the room and the foot of the bed was soaked with rain. She got up and closed the window to protect her from the storm outside. However, there...

He also knew the language of The Klingons, but the army had no use for it.

Besides,love is only a feeling.

You are a girl, Shirin. Girls don’t run around naked.’‘Why?’‘They just don’t.

If I were a character in one of my books, I’d be the optimistic one, believing the best and urging others to do the same.

It took me most of my childhood to realize that traditions have infinite power over us.-MUKTA

It’s not just about recognizing how ‘precious’ every moment is, or about ‘living for today.’ It’s about finding the sacred center of now, and living there, moment to moment, always.

You don’t live in luxury! You are relegated to sleep in the little store room behind the kitchen with the cockroaches and rats and are at the mercy of Mrs. Gupta,’ Reena was indignant. ‘It’s...

The girl sighed deeply and ever so slowly made her way down to the opposite end of the case. Using the metal tongs she passed over the golden yellow ladoo and reached for the darker...

Honest, hopelessly romantic old-fashioned gentleman seeks lady friend who enjoys elegant dining, dancing and the slow bloom of affection.

A mysterious ability, a broken promise, a life changed forever…

Aurora, you’re a child, live like one, don’t act like one. Enjoy the innocence, dump the immaturity.

I have to tell you hon, I don’t mind a little teasing now and then, but I’m no masochist and I’m sure as hell no saint…here lately, being around you is agony.

There’s a great drought in my village. People are dying. The price of rice and pulses has rocketed. There is no water anywhere. And here, people are complaining about the rain…

She fixed a smile that she hoped looked authentic. Pretending to be content continued to be hard work.

Sifting through scattered memories is like sifting through sand. Some remain, some simply slipaway…– TARA

Maybe it’s something to do with the movements: the Cat and then the Cow, the twist to the left and then to the right, the reaching up, and then bending to the ground, the constant...

The woman looked out at the madness of the world and dared to hope. Her eyes were burning coals of stars.

[Ava] had always thought the main relationship in the family was the one between Nancy and her daughters. To have a family, you needed a father, of course, and Jimmy had played that role perfectly...

I only have secrets that keep you safe, Darlin

She had to save herself from every last one of them. All of them, the people at the orphanage, the foster care system, the middle school, they were all outsiders and strangers and a possible...

Sometimes the only hope that exists is the one we create for ourselves.

What am I doing here, Reena? Why am I dancing to the tunes of that old hag?’‘You are saving your family.

The door wasn’t closing. Shiloh’s spirit opened up as she considered the possibilities.

The truth remains quiet inside us,floundering like a battered bird,desperately wanting to spread itswings and fly away.-TARA

Humph! A text message that said, ‘What’s up, sexy?’ You call that setting a mood? Love making takes place long before the bedroom—

Does rough weather choose men over women? Does the sun beat on men, leaving women nice and cool?’ Nyawira asked rather sharply. ‘Women bear the brunt of poverty. What choices does a woman have in...

While I stood on the front porch, watching him climb into his vehicle, I breathed in the humid air. I looked at the cloudless sky, and the blue vastness of it made me think about...

You’re a lady. It’s written all over you, but the West doesn’t forgive any woman-unless she’s got a man.