Often, people aware of corruption at the highest level are dead before they speak, or cannot speak before they are dead.
The law has been obeyed but justice has not been served.
Success is only a manner of speaking: there are a million definitions of success
Prejudice kills.
This morning, she awoke to find that she could remember nothing at all...
The world turns. It is easy to be carried away by the flow, but hard to stand against it.
You hear a shriek down the alleyway. You rush to the spot where you think it came from, and you see...
In restricting ourselves to just one existence, we blind ourselves to a million others.
Alternate ending for your favourite book.
You've settled down to write in your journal. Words, however, are literally spilling off the page and are appearing as real things in a cloud of smoke...
You are in an empty grassland, staring around. Memories are coming back to you, deep and moving, yet something just doesn't seem to link together, and everything around you seems oddly familiar.
A rich kid has everything he/she could ask for, except some missing link. Where is it?
You're starving for thirst. In a desperate last stand, you dance one last dance... with the very death in your throat.
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