http://slow.writerscafe.org/shubhamsharma18 The original writings of author Shubham Sharma en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776015442 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Roswal is hiding Ley and Roy in a secret prison inside his mansion. Unaware of that Subaru is slowly begging to have an answer to the question in his heart "To whom does my heart truly belong?" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shubhamsharma18/2086971/ The amnesia had taken its toll on Ram, who seems to be confused by everything because somewhere it all felt so familiar and yet so distant. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shubhamsharma18/2086969/ Basically what the title says http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shubhamsharma18/2086968/ Subaru's new-found power helps him get rid of his attackers, but at what cost? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shubhamsharma18/2086966/ Subaru is travelling back, with his newfound feelings for rem until he is attacked by someone...not so obviously familiar. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shubhamsharma18/2086964/ Emilia has became more distant due to her participation in Royal Selection. 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He was 17, fragile-looking and handsome and there was something insanely saintly abou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shubhamsharma18/2055036/ Several police jeep makes their way towards the run-downabandoned factory located in the Shyamal Valley. Meanwhile, a boy is walkingtowards a limping man with a butcher knife in his hand. His face is expressionlessas if currently his soul has left the subconscious activities to hisanger-ridd.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shubhamsharma18/2054602/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shubhamsharma18/2054601/ UNSOLVED CHAPTER 2IT WAS ME ALL ALONGI am quivering in my  toilet, and I am scared; very very scared. Because I have figured out something horrible. I have a bottle of acid and any thriller genre fans know how this is going to end but how did my life took a turn like this...     .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shubhamsharma18/2039011/ UNSOLVED CHAPTER 1THE UNCLE'S DEATHMy uncle had always been a flamboyant person who drew the attention of everyone because of his amusing sick jokes and over-the-top anecdotes. There was a time when he was my idol. Actually there's always a time for 10 year old's when they see such people in their f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shubhamsharma18/2037896/ A collection of short stories about strange phenomena that were never explained. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shubhamsharma18/2037888/ WAVERING OVER COLOURFUL TOWNIn my dreams Rings your screamIn a colourful townI am mad at youAnd your humour tooBut I am mind blownAnd the next moment IFeel the need to cryAnd the colours fade awayMy dream's now dull and grayMy body feels stiff and coldThose shoulders are nu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shubhamsharma18/2036402/ I STILL KEEP WAITINGFOR YOUWhen I fell for youI never knew that I would never get over youI never knew thatI won’t be able to forget youHowever hard I was tryingTo stop my eyes from cryingAfter you gave your heart to himNever ever caring for someone.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shubhamsharma18/2036244/ I SHALL WEEP NO MOREAlthough you left me'after you said you loved meBut my love was never wanYes, my thoughts on love were wronglike the meanings of a mediocre love songthose which makes you high through your heartYou didn't even considered me a friendYou just wanted me to keep on all fourslike a bl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shubhamsharma18/2035811/ A poem regarding cruelty on animals. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shubhamsharma18/2035466/ I was 10 years love when I began to somewhat understand the concept of love. Some of it came from the movies others in from the daily soaps my parents used to watch. At such a tender age, I wanted to love and be loved. But I was quite shy and would be too flustered to speak to any girl. But I do ha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shubhamsharma18/2034526/ My soul is so corrodedRusted is my skinHe gave me a giftWhich led my purity to die withinHow is it possible thatBeing human he lost humanityHow could he carnage my trustmy hope, my pride, my sanityI can't step out of this semi-prisonBecause I don't want to be touched againBut my heart has been in da.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shubhamsharma18/2034352/ WHEN WILL WE MEET AGAINBoy:I have known you far too longand so this longing is restlessI liked every bit of youeven your innocent carelessnessI saw you first when were tenand how we played houseand across those fields we ranhow happy you were to be my spouse(in game)So Why this wait, why this holdin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shubhamsharma18/2034068/ A romantic poem with a tinge of sadness http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shubhamsharma18/2033708/ This is an experimental poem by me on the mindset of psychopaths especially when they notice that they are turning into one http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shubhamsharma18/2025663/ THE WHITE LADYThe white lady of the shalimar estateis young, but her talevery fragile and oldShe haunts the moors'Cause there she staysShe kills the tresspassersin her gruesome waysI'd rather die a natural deaththan being cut openby her sharp fingernailsthat are crude and brazenThe White Lady&n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shubhamsharma18/2019838/ When you feel itYou try to run away(But in your heart)You still need itCause it makes you saymean things to peoplefor whom you smile although inside you're angryit makes you madwhen you really want to, without delusions Depression(my friend) makes me think Analytically about everything goi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shubhamsharma18/2017303/ When the star caresses my rusted souland the moonlight shines upon my painopaque lies the tormenting tombThat encapsulates my beloved withinThe memories that linger, in my tearsfall slowly on her carved out nameand when the mist of agony clearsAll that is left, is who to blameThat fate that sealed o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shubhamsharma18/1983232/ I wasn't the kind of guy who respected girls excluding my mom and sister(whom i loved dearly). It once happened that I was deceived by a girl who used me to hook up with my friend. And so began my grudge for the opposite sex. I used to tease, eve-tease, harass and what-not with the girls in my colle.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shubhamsharma18/1981677/ A slave of depression I amand loneliness is my friendHappiness is a thing of pastno more than a frustrating fiendSince my life has coaxed me into the gloomWeb of sadness entrap me coarselyThe heart breaks and pain bloomsCausing the soul to ache thwartlyA slave of depression I amWho's sold his spirit.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shubhamsharma18/1970178/ Happy memories comes in a while and then it passes awayIt brings a gloomy slender smilefor you know it may not come the other dayYou beg for itYou cry for itStill it eludes youBut after the pinningand all the screamingIt returns to sooth you Happy memories may pass awayWithin every fractio.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shubhamsharma18/1970177/ They lament for herHow hard do they moanThey define her as a burdenwho should have been drownBut they dont know her boundary is not limited to the skyGod has given her wings to fly http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shubhamsharma18/1970176/ I am not aloneI have a friend a very special friendWhose name is lonlinessLike the rest of them It doesn't backbite meBut hurts me in the faceYes it hurts Yes I feel the painBut the pain of truth is senileAnd the other very slyDesperation and insecurities I haveBut with a smiling face I ad.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shubhamsharma18/1970083/ I stand beside her still gawking over her velvety lips, the silky hairs and creamy milky face so innocent and pure. It just feels so good to destroy that purity that innocence. The butcher knife still is in the grasp of my right hand. The blood so fresh, so red still covers its half skin as the tip .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shubhamsharma18/1969836/