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Tired, defeated, hungry, thirsty, these are all the words that describe my current state, I have narrowly escaped with my life and don't know what the future holds for me. We were all caught unguarded as the zombie virus spread, there was no place safe nor any place we could think of, where our survival was guranteed, I saw so much of destruction, that I thought it was a nightmare! But it ...
Fame was something that many people hoped to achieve, they desired it more than anything else in this world but very few achieved the much coveted fame, the rest just kept wondering how it would be like to relish in fame. But David was different, he had achieved fame at the young age of twenty eight, his portraits were the talk of the town but his fame brought him no joy, it was the least of his concerns,...
"I don't-", the flood of tears overwhelmed her before she could complete her sentence, she was taken over by fear and although she knew what to say, she was too afraid to complete it. Despite her emotional turmoil, Richard remained unfazed by the whole thing, his expression was as unchanged as ever, he looked directly into her eyes and shook his head. She knew what it meant and hated obeying every order of his but knew very well the consequences of rebelling, fear was a powerful emotion and living with Richard, she had experienced it's immen...
Sylvia woke up dazed, she didn't know where she was or how she got there, she tried hard to remember, even the slightest detail could help but unfortunately for her, her mind had gone blank. She looked around trying to make sense of it all, it seemed to be an abandoned building, perhaps it belonged to no one and she didn't understand exactly why she felt that way but she hoped no one lived here. The paint crumbling off the walls, the dust gathered on the floor and the overall dilapidated condition of the house told her exactly what she wante...
Perfection was something Cynthia never thought of before, those kinds of thoughts interfered with art and the purpose of art wasn't to chase perfection but to express oneself. She was a self-taught artist, who had initially started painting as a hobby but had turned it into a profession over time. She had painted many portraits and there was not a single customer who was dissatisfied with her work.
Messages kept popping up on her phone, Anastasia was excited but equally scared, she had agreed to spend a week in the house of mirrors and the reward of one million seemed huge but she had also read terrifying rumors online. The stories were said to be true but a part of Anastasia's mind doubted the authenticity of those stories. Maybe she was being so dismissive because she needed to reassure herself bu...
Amanda was sure there was something eerie about her new house, it had been only a month since she had moved there and it had always felt as if someone was watching her. She had tried to search about the house online but found nothing scary about it, it was a perfectly normal house and it seemed like that from the outside too but her instincts told her, there was more to the house. The feel...
"I can't sleep", Cassandra thought as she worked on her latest assignment.Tap, tap, click and send. As she hit send, Cassandra felt relieved that she had successfully completed another task, she knew she was a workaholic but she was proud of it too, she wasn't like the other workaholic's out there who worked tirelessly and refused to admit it.She never refused that she wasn't a workaholic and being a workaholic never bothered her, it made her excel at her job and she couldn't ask for more, it helped her...
John dreaded taking another class, he was sick and tired of it all. When he had taken up this career, he hadn't realized how it would drain his creativity and soul, but the more classes he took, he realized his creativity was of no use in this profession. He tried to find all the ways to make it interesting, more than his students, he wanted to make teaching fun for himself but that seemed like a far away...
Exams were around the corner and I knew whatever good was happening in my life was going to end soon. Exams were my sworn enemy, I could never ace them, no matter how hard I studied, it was like an enemy that taunted me but someone I could never defeat. But I knew no matter how much hate I held for exams, I had to study and prepare as much as I could. Even though we hate our enemies and desire their destr...
As Avery walked down the twisted lanes, her heart sped up with every step, it beat so fast that she felt it would pop out of her chest at any moment!, she clutched her heart, anxiety swirling around her. She hadn't felt this anxious when she stepped out of her home but the more closer she came to her destination, the more anxiety pricked her, a constant reminder that maybe she wasn't good enough. ...
The desk was strewn over with books and papers, Solana knew she was responsible for this mess but was in no mood to clear it up. That could wait, there was another more important thing occupying her mind right now. It had been more than 500 years since they had learnt to coexist with ghosts, it wasn't an easy thing to do but they had learnt to adapt to it. There were also benefits to this shared existence...
We all were huddled together, anxious breathing engulfed the room, we didn't know what would happen, every moment was crucial. The candle kept flickering, even though we were in a seance, we dismissed it as the work of the wind as the ouija board lay motionless. Whether it was a bad idea or a terrible idea, we all didn't know that, all that we knew was we were eager to call upon a spirit, it seemed like a...
Drive them away!, that sentence flashed through my mind the day the owner opened up the mansion as a homestay. The mansion with it's beautiful gothic interiors was a popular sight for most visitors, they couldn't help but be charmed by it's beauty but their mesmerization disturbed someone. I hated that my peace and comfort were stolen away in such a horrid way, the day the first person came to stay in thi...
Susan was an experimenter before she even became a scientist, an experimenter of things, an experimenter who tried finding new solutions, someone who grappled with new ideas, that's how she felt best described what she did. She hated calling herself a scientist, that term was too bland and plain to even describe half of what she did, experimenter felt better but there was sadly no profession like that, so...
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