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The man was laughing hysterically. In the pitch darkness of the dungeon, the warrior could not make out the appearance of the man. He raised his torch high but he could only see ropes trapping the man hoisting him up to a greasy wall, his flailing hands, and his bloodshot red eyes. He continued laughing hysterically, his voice echoing in the dungeons. The warrior pulled out an arrow from his quiver and landed it into his chest. The man withered, and the laughter ceased.The man’s bod...
“But I need to pee, Freddie.”“Run, you stupid fool!”Fred and Ben ran through the backdoor. Smelly dumpsters lined the wall behind the store. Fred jumped on a dumpster, scaled up the wall and leapt over it to the other side. Ben followed. His shoulders were stooped, hands tucked tightly in his pockets. Out of breath, they leaned on the wall for a moment, surrounded by thick grass at their feet.“I ain’t gonna last till ho...
The smell of the flowers is rising in the air. The dew trickles through the grass, and then my legs. A violinist played at the end of the park, each tune, each note piercing holes in the early breeze of spring. Unwise athletes, however, go on their morning as always, ears stuffed with headphones. An occasional, loud beat disturbing the serenity of the park.I walk among those runners. This is my first morning in a long, long time. Never saw the sun before noon since my teenage years. Actually, I never spoke or thought about nature e...
8:55PM Dec 20, 2019Subject: Your glancesDear Linda,I have been noticing you have been casting very mysterious looks towards my cubicle throughout the day. Is there something you want to tell me? Please feel free to reach out.Thank YouAwaiting your replyYours truly,Nathan CosaSoftware Testing Department01:04AM Dec 21, 2019Subject: Who are you?Dear M...
"Where is my breakfast?" Mukul said, eyes focussed on his laptop. Aisha shoved a plate of eggs in front of him and rushed back into the kitchen.“And why isn’t this TV remote working? The batteries seem drained. Give me the new ones.” he said.“...
An aspiring author from Mumbai. I like reading and writing stories - though I don't necessarily understand them.
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