I was confused, should I knock and ask permission or just push it open. Finally I slowly pushed it, there was a gang of senior girls waiting for me.
The dead
I end up wanting to get a chance to speak to them. Seeing that I’m afraid of both the dead and the cemetery, I’d rather stick with Almighty God forever.
The Stranger
He stood there in front of me, like before, The same poor face, no more no less. I couldn’t make out of what just happened, Could only stare at him,muscles flexed and brows tightened.
Surviving Schizophrenia
I have had schizophrenia. I started having delusions about my past. I have flash backs about things happening in my past that are not real.
Indifferent Neighbours
A few so called friends , listened to me and gave me a few valuable tips to keep serpents at bay but did not bother to come.
The twist
Suddenly Rachel heard a cold knock at the door. Her blood frost in her veins. She slowly walked towards the door. Her legs were trembling. She opened the door, a pale man.
The Girl With Blue Eyes
I turned around and saw her standing right behind me , staring me with her deep blue eyes . I was completely hypnotized by those eyes of her . I wanted to say something to her
That’s ok
My head was spinning due to all that tension as i had my breakfast. My mother, being well accustomed to my mood swings, knew what was troubling me.
Dead of the Night
Young Cyrine walks along the corridor of her new house at night, amid the long shadows cast by the wall, trying her best not to be frightened of the silence
The Saints Are Coming
Editor’s Choice:For me, travelling in train is an obscenely sacred ritual. It is the closest thing to coitus one can experience; it is painful, discomforting, but we enjoy it nonetheless.
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