Somewhere in the city of Seoul, lived Mrs. Kim, she was a poor lady living with her beautiful daughter who was as loyal and kind

The room was dark black as I dodged a bullet while running away, my black-blue dyed hair flying in the air and my green eyes

In the mystical realm of Amsterdam, where magic flowed through every living thing, there lived a young boy named Nick. Unlike others in his village,

Acrostic-Peace People! People! Dying for a land piece Eager to know why it is Across the border Crying and starving children Earth a hell, searching

Poverty Poor’s abstract noun it is, Can you guess what it is? You are right, it is poverty, They don’t have any property. Most found

  Ram and Rahul were best friends and had an unbreakable bond of friendship. Ram was a clever and intelligent person who was in his

My Father A person who is always with me, who always takes care of me. Even though he is stressed sometimes, Shall show that he