What are they made up of?

Iron melts after a certain breaking point, turning into its molten state. It is forged to make the sword. It is beaten, beaten and beaten until its edges can stand no other. In the hands of the warrior, it is a lethal weapon, one that drew kingdoms over maps. All of us have been that…

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The Moon Tonight: Flash Fiction

May be it has been ages that I stared at the moon in the night sky. Suddenly today, I can see the crescent moon in the evening sky. Through my glass window I stare at it, lying on my bed. A bit dizzy because of the flue, the moon seemed calmer than the usual sight.…

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