Tony almost knock down the aged door as he rushed into the house. The duffel bag he brought in dropped on the chair beside his estranged brother. Dennis turn around and took a cursory look at his brother peeping […]
What do you want from me?’ she asked me, crossing her elegant, coltish legs.
‘And don’t say love because you don’t love me,’ she cut in conversationally, lifting her glass of cognac to her Aphroditic […]
It is a thing of beauty to uphold the pride like a pack of lions,
It is a crime to be praised for sharing the same amount of might.
The perception of the ugliness of the melanin is the crime we commit.