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But I didn’t know what to be more afraid of: having a dead Jenny in my queen sized bed or getting to know who it was that had just left the room. (Reads: 377)
Then they spend the rest of that summer planning a beautiful wedding. That cold winter day they thought was perfect was about to take some very strange twists and turns. (Reads: 1,381)
He walked towards me, In silence, his taps blended with the mystic rhythms of my bells, Twenty each on my feet, forty bells, Coarse fingers wiping his face he sprung on me (Reads: 59)
And here I was, thinking about my own self when my best friend just died. His parents and Marie would have to face the dreaded telegraph boy with news that they’d never want to here in a million years. I had to escape. (Reads: 248)
It’s Loha Singh Sir. He has been spotted by several persons including me, roaming about in the dead of the night since his death by heart attack. (Reads: 110)
He lost it at that point. His anger stopped logic from expressing itself. He clasped the guy’s throat with both hands and pushed him to the wall. (Reads: 275)
Editor’s Choice: That dream was Truth. He spoke with the dead. But can the dead speak? This question was twitching his heart. Is this why the saints call the world an illusion? (Reads: 716)
The day I will always regret that I was not there when he breath his last, I was not there to listen to him, I was not there to hold his hand and say you will be fine papa, I will not let you go. (Reads: 173)
The smell and the lightning engulfed me and I waited… I waited to be burnt alive. Suddenly the heat reached till my legs and my nose filled with smoke. I closed my eyes and prayed. (Reads: 233)
When I got there I found that the image we make of heaven in our minds is a little over comic image of the real one, but heaven is the most beautiful creation of god. (Reads: 266)