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 Someone knocked at the door, later the knocking increased in frequency as well as in noise which made Martha annoyed. She was busy cleaning the dishes in her minidress. She was tired of doing all the house chores and now she has to deal with this person who is irritating the hell out of her. She screamed at the top of her lungs "Who is it?" but no reply but rather more knocking. She was fumed with anger and went ahead to close the tap of water to see who is this idiotic person to make her angry. Finally, Martha reached the door hastily and was stumbled by the person standing in front of her. She never imagined she would meet such a person ever in her life.  The man standing at Martha's door was covered in blood from head to toe, he was drenched with blood spots all over him. Martha stood there stunned by all the blood and got scared of such a person banging her door. she was worried that he might kill her and drop the body off in the basement or in such a place that no o...

   We always think that the truth we know is the universal truth but what if the truth on which you were living was a complete lie. *** A monk was walking through the roadside. It was past noon, the screeching heat and the pollution on the road didn’t help either. The monk's only option was to take a lift and reach the shrine quickly but nothing came to help him. After walking half a mile, a bus driver stopped the bus and asked him if he wants to ride. The monk happily accepted the help and continued his journey.   The driver introduced himself as Sam Rodriguez and the monk smiled at him whenever he would ask something. Monk would happily reply to him and would thank him for the offer. Sam asked him out of nowhere “If you don’t mind, what is the reason that made you think to become a monk”. To this monk smiled and replied, “We all are one, I always believed since childhood that the universal truth is God and all other things are materialistic which ruins our d...

Write, write, what to write…Ajay’s brain had stopped thinking, he felt like he is in depression as he was at a loss for words. He needed some inspiration. He needed some food for his brain to think and write some creative.   *** He decided to go and sit at a bus stop to gain some inspiration. He sat there staring at a tree. But, he was still lacking a story. While staring blankly at the tree, he noticed someone sitting next to him. Ajay moved to his side to give them space to sit. The person smiled at him and said Thank you.  Ajay returned the gesture with a smile and said “no issues”.  The person introduced themselves as Neha and Ajay introduced himself as well. Further,  Neha asked Ajay “I am waiting for the bus, are you aware of the time, what time exactly the bus will come here?”.  Ajay being familiar with the surrounding area said “It’s 7:30 pm now, it should come in a maximum of 15 minutes, don’t worry. It will come soon”. After replying to Ne...

The sweet chirping of birds and fresh dew on the grass made this morning so pleasant. This surely calls for a cup of coffee and a read from Murakami’s book. I couldn’t think of any other café other than Barista’s café. *** I was so engrossed in the book that I didn’t notice a man was standing near my table. Tap tap I looked up. “Excuse me, is this seat vacant”, he said pointing towards the other seat on my table. “Oh…yes… I mean sure, go ahead if you wish to sit on the chair”, I said nervously after being shocked by such a manly and good-looking guy.   “Thanks, I didn’t want to disturb you. I was contemplating whether to ask you or not since you were so fully preoccupied with reading the book. It just that there was no other table vacant other than this”, he said with a kind smile after sitting on the chair.   “Oh… No, it’s okay, I can understand”, I replied seeing the whole café so filled out and how it went completely unnoticed by me, because of my reading. “By the way, my n...

Are you ok? A three-word question is difficult to answer. A simple answer to this question can change or make a difference in other persons’ attitudes. If the answer is yes, I am okay. Are you really okay? Or are you pretending to be okay just for the sake of the satisfaction of the other? Are you really okay or are you just used to pretend to be okay and want just to move on with the question, without telling another person that you are actually not okay. The answer “YES” to this question makes both the parties in question move on and let it go. They might move on just because the answer is positive, rather than going deep into it. If your answer is NO, then why are you not okay like everyone else. Are you ok with all the questions that will be bombarded on you, because of such a negative answer? Are you really not ok or are you pretending to be not okay just to gain some attention from the loved ones, since you hated to be alone? And now since the opportunity has arisen, you want to ...

Finally, the weekend is here, the reason is as today is the day I am going to have a pyjama party at my friend Nisha’s house.  It’s going to be so fun, for sure!. Soon after my dinner, I quickly changed my clothes and went straightway to Nisha’s house. After changing our outfits to matching pyjamas we played some games and talked a lot. Soon after playing games, I got hungry and so asked Nisha to bring some food for us. Soon after she left, I dozed off, closing my eyes. Suddenly, I felt the bed shaking a bit. I opened my eyes and looked around to see if Nisha is playing pranks on me. But I saw no there, so I just ignored it and went to sleep again. Out of nowhere, I heard a scream, which woke me up and worried about Nisha. I ran downstairs to see what’s going on, and so I started searching for Nisha. But no one was there. As I moved near the fridge, lights started flickering from behind me, turned around with shivering hands and sweaty palms.” Nisha, please if you are playing a pra...

  Every  town has an urban legend. A creepy story that circulates through the schools, from classroom to classroom, in the hallways during lunch or break time. Kids try to scare each other with it, each adding their own unique spin to the story, or their own piece of detail to make it that bit scarier. But nobody really believes that it's real. Ours was the silhouette man, and one day I found out that he was more than just a story. One fine night when I was walking on the streets alone I heard some footsteps behind me, I turned around but saw no one. I thought to myself that, I must have misheard someone or thought it must be my footsteps as no one else is here. I kept walking ahead with no fear in me. Furthermore, I took a right turn as I was very close to my apartment. Suddenly I heard a loud scream. I turned back horrified by the noise not knowing what to do, should I go and search for the origin of the scream or let go and pretend I didn't hear anything. As any afraid man ...

 It was nighttime. Time to sleep. Enough of the work, I said to myself and closed my eyes. A sweet aroma caught my attention. This place is so splendid. I started to follow the direction of this aroma. As I reached a small hut,  I sat on the  chair near the table waiting for someone to come and greet me so that I could ask about the aroma. But no such avail. Finally, I stood up and started to walk around this place. A train's horn made me wonder what if I hop into the train and travel this beautiful place. As I hoped on the train, they were very few people, and surprisingly I saw my friend Nisha, sitting at the corner of the bus staring absently outside the window. I slowly approached her and asked how come she is here. She replied, “I am visiting my Grandma”. Which was strange since her grandmother died few days ago. So I didn't ask  anything anymore and kept quiet, she must be sad thinking about her grandma. The train stopped at a new station, so I told her “this i...

  The face at the bottom of the well looked up at me. I was thinking who this person might be. A still face, with no emotions, no desires, no expressions and no fear. Yet waiting for me to help them. They are somehow lonely and different from all the others. They were thrown outside from society for being divergent, for being bold, for being themselves. Society never likes anyone who shows courage to makes another break up the rules and reform the societal principles. Why would they want anyone to break the rules? Why would they consider someone who is valiant enough to bring the change, as a part of their tribe or culture?  This person who looks at me has a pure heart, has a mind of their own, this person has a love for everyone. They would never betray anyone or lose anyone. The aforementioned person is full of compassion and a heart filled with love for every person who had hurt them or betrays them. They have no complaints or resentment for any person they have across...

  I am so excited to sleep, as again I will be dreaming of my older brother and go on some adventure together. My name is Rick and every night I dream of my older brother and enjoy talking to him. I do not have a sibling in real life, and that's why I feel lonely throughout the day. When I go to school and hear my friends telling me the stories of how they and their siblings over simple things, lie to parents together and steal some food from the kitchen without letting mom know about this. It sounds so fun to hear, and so I wished I had an older sibling with whom I would spend my all-time and enjoy my life by going through such adventure. My imaginary brother who I call Sam visits me every night in my dream. He plays with, gives all the advises I need. I listen to him every time.  I respect him a lot just like father, but I also play with him and enjoy with him. Now it's time for my bed and here he is “Hi, Rick, how are you, how was your day”, Sam asked me. “My day was not th...

Bloody idiot kept tapping on the window. I trudged over to the door and pointed at the sign, wondering if he could read. ‘CLOSED’, I said, but he still kept tapping. With a sigh, I opened up, and poked my head out. ‘Look, it’s late, I’m closed’. ‘Yes, yes, I know’, said the man, but shoved his way in all the same. ‘Look here, I’ll phone the police!’ ‘No, wait, please don’t do that. I need your help. I swear I’m not here to cause trouble’. ’Alright’, I said, ‘You’ve got five minutes’. ‘Okay, now listen to me very carefully, I have a bag that I am supposed to hide from some people, and since your counter says closed, no one can be doubtful of you or your place. Did you understand me’? Baffled, I looked at this boy, thinking what exactly is this guy wants me to do.’ Listen up, kiddo, I am not doing any hiding for you. I am not even sure what is in there. It can be anything from drugs to any illegal material. I don’t want to get into this mess. Get out right now, or I’ll definitely call th...

              Enough is never enough. We need more, we ask for more. We are humans who just never care about ourselves but also the need of our loved ones. Likewise, we need more to satisfy our hunger, It's been taught to us to have more, crave more to be at the top position or achieve the best and never settle for less. A rich wants to be richer, which makes a poor person more poor, and this cycle of goes on and on for numerous generation. Before the era of industrialization, there was a time of hardworking farmers or poor people who would earn their livelihood by doing basic agriculture. As the industrialization grew more, people started working in industries. These people who worked were some promising, hardworking people, but the owners of these industries wanted more from them. They not only made them work harder, made also gave less money in return. This greed of rich people reached the peak of the mountain. As the years go by, it did not stop gr...

      Moving along and passing through the crowd, making sure no one notices the eyes full of desperation, the hands shiver in the need to touch the food. He covering his mouth which salivates for the delicacies.  After clearing his path, he bowed to greet good morning to the fellow men with the guilt in his mind and sorry for his crime he was about to commit but at this moment, his life is making him do this, which of course Is punishable by the law and the desperation of his stomach, the lack of happiness of his eyes, the aroma hitting his nose won’t help him to stop.  He moved slowly mesmerizing each and every item in the store, his eyes couldn’t resist seeing all the food items and relishing their beauty without technically breaking the law. He then took the courage and made sure no one considers him a suspect and secured the item inside the coat, releasing a sigh of relief. The only other challenge he would be facing now was the exit, but in his mind, ...

  Someone knocked on the door, the noise woke me up. Who must be it, so late at night, I walked up towards the door. The banging of the door continued and louder than before. That got me a little scared. To protect me, I kept a broom in my left hand so that I could beat up any stranger as soon as I open the door.  With slow step and with courage I opened the door finding a man in his 80s drenched in the water looking helpless with pleading eyes he looked at me, the fright in his eyes made me wonder what could have happened to him before coming over here. I assumed he must have fallen in some bucket full of water or slipped into a pool of dirty water as he smelled awful. God knows what must have happened. With all my courage, I asked him "who are you, what do you want, and for sake of god, why are you smelling so awful" He tried talking and god knows how long he talking to utter a single word. Finally, he spoke, " I'm sorry, to disturb you so late at night, but I want...

   Life is a continuous process, but it has to end at some point, right? Once you are born, you will die at the end but not for me since I am immortal and sentenced to the death penalty.  Isn't it a joke that the death penalty was given to an immortal person but, the catch is no one knows. Not a single person in this prison is aware of my immortality. It's hilarious to see how these people are going to react after realizing that I am immortal. No law, no higher power can kill me. Today marks the day of my sentence now the people will be gathering to see me hanged and watch me "die" brutally. But the shock on their face would be priceless. These people have no clue that this sentence is also my way of escaping from the place and to live my life freely after. Once I am hung, I will pretend to be dead and will be bought to the mortuary I will escape and free myself from this jail to live my life ever after. If you like my stories, you can definitely share some writing pr...