The bell rang and every one rushed into the school. Few were laughing and few were crying.

But I stood still at the gate watching, hoping I were one of them..


My friend, jawdarahb (obviously a pen name or so he likes to think) wrote this amazing tiny tale, condoning child labour. His English skills aren’t that good but his heart is in the right place. He will be writing new stuff soon. You can read his debut work Beauty Isn’t Everything here in Cell Novels.

The blog already has one novella and one short story published, with one ongoing work.