Yesterday I went Puri with my mother. We reached home at midnight and after having some delightful talk with my parents and had Avada
She could feel the others staring at her, their eyes burned holes into the back of her head like laser beams locking on a target. She wasn’t good with new people.
Your father was 17 when he met your mother; his Curfew came up before you even had a chance to see him in this world.
The Uninvited Guest is a very short fiction which tells the unpredictability of life. This is a serious as well as funny short prose piece.
I have got a chance for visit earth along with others on a day trip.There are still some colonies of humans spreading across the globe mostly in the triangular land mass (historians say it Africa)
Over the next few weeks the virus spread we were in a area of small city's where the most the police carried was batons as everyone knew each other.
Then at the train controlling engine's room gate i saw a little green light coming from a corner of that metallic door , which was looking something weird.
Sabib the inventer had managed to replicate a device that was capable of reorganising and replicating matter, ALL matter in the universe into whatever form he programmed.
My voice changed in to a horrible drawl. I knew that the thing which had taken possession of me was stronger and powerful .
The faces were becoming agitated “What the hell is God thinking? The creator of time is himself a failure in time management! Who can question him ?"