Editor’s Choice:They were an ordinary pair of two black stones. Lifeless. Solitary. Forlorn. Buffeted by strong winds sweeping down the hills. Two tall stones only: Sprouting forcefully from the ground.
I watched her descending into the pool with satisfaction. Her wet hair clung to her shoulders, and a few stray strands were draped
He approached the big front door with its gigantic carvings. While he ascended the steps, his every move gave him a shiver that ran down his spine.
The faded photo—in sepia, a tint popular some fifty years ago—was framed in dark wood, and the protective glass sported cracks at the corners
I had read it a long time ago and I immediately took it in my hands and started to turn the pages over. It was penned and gifted to me
I was standing on the vast balcony of this hundred and fifty year old villa. An eerie silence prevailed. I had come to prepare the documentation
It had been raining and even from afar I could sense the hatred that was the remains of my relations. As the taxi neared the gigantic property, I saw the same old ferns,
I flinch at every hollowly creak on the old wooden stairs, trembling at every sound that pierces the gloomy darkness I am surrounded by, from all sides.
What you are trying to prove- her brother roared. Staying for the whole night at that deserted Bungalow can be anything but adventurous- he continued.
The wind making its way from the dense pine forest was making a sad eerie sound. The cry of dogs was making the night scary. The owls hooting somewhere in the jungle,