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*Tip* *Tap* *Tip* *TAP* Jeremy ran fleet-footed across the dusty rock. The desert sun beat heavily over his head as the crimson winds assisted to deteriorating the young man. “Stop you thieves!” yelled the soldiers who seemed to be determined to chase Jeremy and his friends to the ends of the earth. “Come on, Hilda” Cried Olly “There closing in on us”.

Erica Jong

My name is John and I am 16 years old. Before getting into further details, let me inform you that I am
the hero of this story… and well, why not?

I was never a very popular character at school, primarily because I am not Jessie, Herbert, or Rose; but
you will learn how things change by the end of the story.

Now, you don’t have to look at me like that; everyone has a little claim on life! You do not have to be a
nerd or sports person to qualify as the hero for you own story—as the matter of fact, I personally find
nerds and sports people utterly boring. I do not have anything against them, but appreciating Jessie and Herbert takes a life changing experience.

Jessie is the—celebrated—genius (nerd) with a photogenic memory; he is the best student of the class
and he always carries a terrible itch to show off his herculean skills: a dirty need to be correct all the times. I do not like him; partly because I do not have a good memory, and largely because it is out-right boring to be correct, all the times. Mr. Oscar Wilde quite aptly said that “consistency is the last refuge of the unimaginative”.

Jessie might be a good student; he would probably go on studying in Harvard, getting a good job, and a secure life, but let me assure you that he would never have the pleasure of being ‘imaginative’.

Sometimes I feel life is just not fair; especially when I compare myself to someone like Jessie-the-genius: he just has to glance at a book and he can memorize everything: facts, figures, page numbers, head notes, foot notes, Author’s date of birth, and what not …

‘Good genes!’ he’d often brag “You know my father studied business at Harvard, and my mother studied law at Yale. I am supposed to be smart”.

And I … well, I can’t remember much! No matter how hard I try, things keep slipping away from my mind. Most of them are insignificant things, really: I mean, why do we need to learn the chemical formula of the soda bottle? Why be so curious about the number of proteins in a cheese burger? Why learn about the distance between earth and moon? Why reckon Michael’s age, when he is 3 years older than 2 times Jennifer’s age?

Such things do not concern me—even if I were Michael, taking Jennifer on an inter-galactic date, with half a dozen soda water bottles and an unlimited supply of cheese-burgers.

It is wise to bury the dead; therefore I decided to forget about her. Retrospect is a great gift, but only for those who can use it to their advantage. Most people contemplate about their past and get petrified; stuck in a quagmire of memories and regrets.

I wonder if death is really the end of life; somewhere I read that death is not a full stop but only a comma in the sentence of life. Life is indeed a sentence; a very cruel sentence. What happens after death is still a mystery; I would like to explore that mystery; the sooner the better, because I really do not have much to live for.

I want her to live her remaining life fully, but I do not want her to believe in Cinderella stories. Real life has no room for Cinderella stories.

Why must human lives succumb to such an irrational, sudden end? What great purpose has my life served? What great purpose does anyone’s life serve?

Everyone needs a good incentive for their efforts. I conduct a risky business: if I ever get caught killing someone, I will not expect the state law to endorse my rational, all-pervading stance.

Then something extraordinary happened: the lights went out and silence pervaded the theatre. When the lights returned, I saw that ………………………….

Thousands of years have passed since the destruction of the Hiderian Kingdom. All lay in ruin but one
chapter still remains unexplained. As a battle is waged outside the gates of a newly established
Eathranome kingdom in the Hiderian land, even the soldiers have no one to turn to as they look for
some sort of support against these vile creatures. Kometa… A warrior claiming lineage to the original
Hiderians manages to slay these vile beasts with ease, but could he be too strong? Could he be too
wise for the king to handle? As other nations plot to destroy this great castle the king is forced to
turn to his newly found hero. Kometa jumps to the challenge to assist but may he have other plans in
mind to keep himself safe, or are these truly the acts of a selfless hero?

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Legend has it that there would one day be a love so pure and grand that it would transcend all feeling and emotion. Be warned… this tale is not of that nature. It is a lesson to all that sometimes even the greatest of feelings can only be immortalized through separation. The great kingdoms of Hideria and Hiderius are looking for peace, but their citizens are hungry for war. Tired of the constant tyranny and terrorism plotted by activists in opposite lands, King Reginald and King Joseph look to their children who will soon be successful heirs to provide the unity between the great two nations that they were unable to create… but the question still remains… Will they succeed and http://www.amazon.com/Hiderian-Curse-1-Nabeel-Khan/dp/0988062828/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1353430624&sr=1-1how long will it last…?

The idea behind ‘Caravanserai’ is very oriental: to revive the old stories
and myths of the east, and to intrigue the reader with their vivid,
imaginative, and fantastic details. Supernatural has always had a special
place in human thinking: as the matter of fact the idea of supernatural,
has played an important role in nourishing the faculty of imagination.
Caravanserai is not an encyclopedia of supernatural though; the purpose
to write ‘Caravanserai’ is not to detail myths about supernatural but to
appeal the imagination of the reader.
There is no intention to detail ‘moral lessons’ either. Caravanserai is a
celebration of the old fashioned story-telling, with a rapid flow. The
story line isn’t singular; rather it brings together many stories into a
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My name is John and I am 16 years old. Before getting into further details, let me inform you that I am
the hero of this story… and well, why not?

I was never a very popular character at school, primarily because I am not Jessie, Herbert, or Rose; but
you will learn how things change by the end of the story.

Now, you don’t have to look at me like that; everyone has a little claim on life! You do not have to be a
nerd or sports person to qualify as the hero for you own story—as the matter of fact, I personally find
nerds and sports people utterly boring. I do not have anything against them, but appreciating Jessie and Herbert takes a life changing experience.

Jessie is the—celebrated—genius (nerd) with a photogenic memory; he is the best student of the class
and he always carries a terrible itch to show off his herculean skills: a dirty need to be correct all the times. I do not like him; partly because I do not have a good memory, and largely because it is out-right boring to be correct, all the times. Mr. Oscar Wilde quite aptly said that “consistency is the last refuge of the unimaginative”.

Jessie might be a good student; he would probably go on studying in Harvard, getting a good job, and a secure life, but let me assure you that he would never have the pleasure of being ‘imaginative’.

Sometimes I feel life is just not fair; especially when I compare myself to someone like Jessie-the-genius: he just has to glance at a book and he can memorize everything: facts, figures, page numbers, head notes, foot notes, Author’s date of birth, and what not …

‘Good genes!’ he’d often brag “You know my father studied business at Harvard, and my mother studied law at Yale. I am supposed to be smart”.

And I … well, I can’t remember much! No matter how hard I try, things keep slipping away from my mind. Most of them are insignificant things, really: I mean, why do we need to learn the chemical formula of the soda bottle? Why be so curious about the number of proteins in a cheese burger? Why learn about the distance between earth and moon? Why reckon Michael’s age, when he is 3 years older than 2 times Jennifer’s age?

Such things do not concern me—even if I were Michael, taking Jennifer on an inter-galactic date, with half a dozen soda water bottles and an unlimited supply of cheese-burgers.

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