This is a horror short story about a wealthy family in Kolkata, India. Their seemingly perfect lives hide secrets that can never be unravelled. A chilling story about death and misfortune.
An inspirational story of a small-town local boy which is based on a human realization by trying to solve his problems but between these issues how he understands the basic Human Behavior which people behave beyond his expectations. How he realizes
True and funny story about how God worked on my heart to buy my wife a ring.
Hi everyone. I tried to give my all to this story but I'm not so sure how it turned out. It's making me extremely uncomfortable. Please read and suggest how I can polish it.
It is essentially natural that our bygone days are affluent with innumerable events. Memories of some make us contented while other dismays, a few glorifies and a many embarrasses too. In entirety this is what it makes yesteryear ever especial.
“She never looked nice. She looked like art, and art wasn't supposed to look nice—it was supposed to make you feel something. Too bad she only existed in paintings.” [lower case intended] scxlpture©2015-2016
Another hazing incident happened, leaving an 18-year-old student killed and three others injured. This stuck and burned like hell in my mind until I found myself writing about it. But that’s not something new—it’s a perennial problem....
My oversensitivity gets the better of me sometimes. About four days ago a jerk got on my nerves when he reacted to my comments on the looks of this visiting Indonesian President Widodo, a famished-looking guy who is laughing from ear to ear in...
When you have obsessive compulsive disorder, everything has to be aligned and organized, and that is distressful and dysfunctional.
Two would-be lovers meet in the park during the zombie apocalypse. Circumstances are... different now.
A tongue-in-cheek short story that I wrote, making fun of some lousy writers whose works I've had the misfortune of reading. Deus ex machinae and absurdity abounds. Not to be taken seriously.
the story revolve s around the live of a corrupt police officer who lost his life mysteriously..
What do you do when you have no aim in life? You play video games and party...thats what
I must confess I sometimes enjoyed the "Aunty" moments though it was a forced cheering responsibility bestowed on me: when she would walk from the bathroom into my mama's closet and fit her clothes and jewelry and make me sit and judge her...
"Hey Ashley!" I stumbled across the crowd with a silly grin. The drinks has taken over my body. "Hehehihihi."
"Oh my. Jay, have you been drinking?"...
I sat in the waiting room waiting for my shrink to call me in and asessed my dressing again. Nothing was wrong with it.
So why was the girl with the braces staring at me like i'd grown horns? Do I have a tear on my shirt or mud on...
Oh yeah meet Carl and Edith, a perfect match made in heaven.Everybody who knew them believed that Edith was the real and perfect rib that had been missing from Carl.
A true 'happily ever after' was their marriage....
SON: "Daddy, may I ask you a question?"
DAD: "Yeah sure, what is it?"...
Troubles, tell me about `em. Had a few enough of me own just quietly. This batch must`ve started back in 2004/05 when a bunch of mates and I were living in an old elevated tropical Cat 4 Cyclone coded house in Darwin in the Northern Territory....
*I waited so long for this. Everything was prepared. And I just hope that nothing will go in any disaster.*
"MOLLY!!" I shouted at that little brat. "Come back here!" I chased her around while her tutu was flying around and her...
So I remember: A young beautiful girl...so much younger than my mother, jumping out of my father's bedroom window. My eyes were only seven years old. But the memory is now 23 years older, very vivid with images intact like the reflection in my...