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Hey guys, the first chapter of my new story is up. Read it friends and let me know how was it ❤ ❤ Click the link 👇 Will You Stay?
‘Park here,’ Tia said, ‘We’re early and I’d like to sit in the sunshine for a while.’ Daksh parked the car in one of the empty bays and went to purchase a ticket. When he got back to the car Tia was standing by the door grinning broadly. ‘See!’ she said. ‘You’re holding on to
I strained a smile and sipped from my cup. “It’s going to be okay, Rohan,” Tia said, leaning over the table to touch my hand. The lights flickered; I pulled my hand away, anxiety filling my stomach. She was confused. “I’m sure she’ll be found, you just need faith.” “Sure,” I responded, taking another sip.
Warning- 15+ (It’s not gore or adult content, it’s just somewhat horror or mysterious genre, if you get spooked easily then go away kids, this is not for you, check at your own risk 😉 ) HELLO PEOPLE, what’s up with everyone on this doozy Sunday?? I hope you are having fun, coz someone should
It was quiet. My boss ordered me to check out this abandoned mental hospital. What he didn’t tell me was that the hospital was out in the middle of nowhere. As I was paying attention to the road, driving slow, and something jarred me from my thoughts. A white figure seemingly splotched with blood, or
Rohan cursed to himself as he saw the figure that glowed back at him from the cash register display. He handed over the last of his money and with a pang of melancholy took his groceries. On the notice board next to the exit, he saw an advert, “Casual Work – Cash in Hand –
While I was sleeping peacefully in the morning, my mom was getting angry with the passing of each second. “Tia, don’t you have class today? Why are sleeping till 9 today, wake up” mom shouted in my ear. “Yes mom, wait a sec”. “No, you won’t once I leave the room, wait” mom left the
Rohan sat against the wall stroking his wife’s hair as he held her head in his hands. “I love you so much, honey,” he said crying, tears splashing on her auburn hair. He sniffed and wiped his eyes. Standing up, he looked at the box on his desk. He took a deep breath and opened
The door to the confessional opened, the light burned my eyes and I squinted. I heard the person sit, and I waited. “What have you come to confess, my child,” I said, listening to the heavy breathing in the booth next to me. “It’s okay, you are among God now.” “Forgive me father, for I
I look in a mirror. I see my reflection. Staring back at me. I look in a window. I see my reflection. Running from me. I look in the water. I see my reflection. It’s rippling. But all this time. When I see my reflection. My reflection is the wall behind me.
Hey guys I started writing a new story and posted in Wattpad, Please give it a read. Here is the 2nd part- “You don’t have to be so mean” Let me know how was it, m waiting eagerly ♥️✴️🌻
Hey guys I started writing a new story and posted in Wattpad, Please give it a read. Let me know how was it, m waiting eagerly ♥️✴️🌻 my.w.tt/fsDEGuC3zT
Growing up, I always wanted to go on a bike ride at night, something about it seemed really cool to me. It wasn’t until I was 13 that my mom finally let me. She told me to wear my helmet, have my phone, take a flashlight, and she set the parameters for where I was
Hey guys, welcome to my site 🙂 Here is a short story, give it a read and let me know how much you liked it 🙂 ❤ ❤ I have tried writing it a bit differently, here it goes- Darkness. What? Why? Where am I? Why is it so dark in here? I-I can’t move.
“Do you forgive me?” I asked. She looked up and searched my eyes, before saying nothing and hanging her head. So much time had passed since I did those terrible things. They say time heals wounds, but just how much time is needed? I wondered what I could do that would change her heart; so
Last year during summertime I visited my aunt’s place. I was enjoying myself to my extreme, away from all the homework and studying but then my visit took a ugly and petryfing turn. I was heading towards the bathroom on the second floor when I saw my cousin Trisha playing on the stairs.She was very
Neurotic – a person who is afflicted with a neurosis or who tends to be emotionally unstable or unusually anxious. Some people are neurotic in nature, they hide it behind their beautiful yet deceiving and cunning exterior. Have you ever wondered, all those actions caused by you, how they are affecting people around you? No,
Hey guys I am back with part 2, here is the link of my 1st part – Benoy? Are you alright? Benoy ????? What the fu** just happened? For how long are you gonna take revenge on that poor girl, she already paid for her mistakes, now leave her alone, please I am begging you.
Father told me never to go down our old basement, but I wanted to know the noise, which came constantly throughout the night. It kind of sounds like a cat meowing, and I wanted to see the cat so I opened the basement door and tiptoed down a bit. I didn’t see any cat, as
There is a dark presence in every one of us, but we acknowledge to ignore it, boy sometimes that works wonders for us. I am sure you are familiar with a spider’s net, so intriguing in its own way. The curves, the unending pain of the stuck victims, which strikes fear in its prey’s heart.
The human anatomy is a delicate and intricate set of work, done precisely to excel at many things, including their primal urges- mating, self-preservation, and killing. There are several parts of our body, functioning in their own separate ways, yet in unison. But my favorite is the neck, so delicate yet agile. From a single
The calling bell rang…It’s 10 PM. Who could it be? “Roy, at this hour?”, Mother cried… “Where’s Ria? There you are, get dressed we have an interesting case you will love it…” “Do you find this a joke every time taking my dear daughter to cases like such? Last day I heard she was examining
So here I was standing, with a dead body of a lady lying, I assume to be around the age of 25-26. “What was her age?” asked by Inspector Chowdhury, my lovely uncle. “26”, said by a young, muscular. Ah, my assumption was right. I am always right! Lowered my spectacles in pride. Moving on…
Deep, deep down, I’m still a child, painting bedroom walls Setting fires after my mother’s death A crazy peril in its most threatening state No idea what’s wrong with me Craving blood as a necessity Here they come one by one To take me away from this gruesome place As the knife fell from my