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The Unknown - Chapter 2

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With some licks and drool on the face Mason woke up. It was Oliver, sitting on top of him with one of the cutest smiles.  Saying, “Dad get up, its Sunday! We are already late. We need to hit the road ASAP. Wear your Sunday dress and take me for a long drive NOW.” It was hard for Mason to disregard these strong signs displayed by Oliver. Windows lowered, “Turn the Page by Metallica” on full volume and foot on the accelerator. In no time did the car race with the gushing winds. This was the sheer idea of happiness for Oliver. Mason was relishing this experience while the smooth roads complimented their drive. Oliver and Mason were too indulged in the moment. On their way back home, Mason paused at a super market to buy some goodies, toys and chicken pedigree for Oliver. At the back of the mind, Mason knew, he was failing to give enough time and attention to Oliver and maybe that’s why Oliver stayed low during the major part of the day. Seeing Mason walk towards the car, Oliver

The Unknown - Chapter 1

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It had been a few weeks since Mason and Cora moved into their new house. After a couple of stressful days and struggle, they were finally settling in the new house. Things were looking better and comfortable for them. It was a lavish apartment, which had a spacious living room, 2 bedrooms, and a lovely balcony. The couple had really made the house look exquisite and elegant. However, Oliver seemed a little unhappy in there. He wouldn’t play the way he used to. His in-house activities had gone down drastically. He started spending a major part of his day sitting near the window, gazing aimlessly at the expanse ahead of him. That way Oliver was a smart, playful and notorious boxer Mason had got for himself. The newlyweds, though, were too busy juggling work and their new home. Hence, their unintended neglect was understood. However, there was a pact that Mason and Oliver had made that Mason will take Oliver out for a drive followed by walk on the weekends.  Oliver used to wait

A Ghost Story - Review

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There are some who touch your heart. Leaving a lasting impression. Making you feel the most comfortable around them. These few in due course of time become your partners and partners in turn becomes the reason of your survival. You laugh with them, you smile with them, and you also get upset at them. You become yourself!! These emotions exhibit your true state to your loved ones. What happens when the one you love the most is no more?? You wake up on the same bed, but it's not the same anymore. You can't see that person next to you. You cry so loud hoping that it will reach them, but it's just hitting the empty walls. This is the most heart breaking thing one will ever experience. The silence is piercing your ears. Your eyes are in constant search for someone who will never come back. This is your side of the story. But what about the person who has left you?? Can you think of their pain? They might have left the physical medium that is, 'The body' bu

Musaa

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Circumstances handed over a gun in his tiny hands at a tender age. He instantly fell in love with the aesthetics of that lethal weapon. It was like a calling that lured all his senses. Starvation, insomnia, deprivation of bread and roof gave birth to the savage inside him. The bond with the revolver was accelerating with each bullet he shot. Ripping people off their skin, witnessing them bleed to death satisfied his gut. Slaughtering ​people granted his twisted soul infinite vigor. He was becoming a well-known name in the underworld. At the age of 29, Musaa had become the biggest contract killer alive in the state. He was a mother freaking terror walking tall on the abandoned streets of Mumbai. Inhabitants lived in constant fear of death.  Musaa was on the pinnacle of success until,'SHE' walked in.....

Desire 2 Burn

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I t began as a part of exploration, invading into an unknown territory. Striking off one more fancy that he had dreamed off.On that deserted night, he wandered for hours before uncovering a pitch-dark corner, marginally irradiated. His anxious feet abruptly paused there, to commence the long awaited ordeal. With pulsating heartbeats he lit the DEMON an ally handed him. Inhaling a never ending dependency on drugs, giving complete control of self to the enslavement.

The Emanation

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Her tender eyes witnessed the house fall apart at an early age. “Family” was just a mere word that she used to address her biological parents.  Happiness never knocked at her door. Crimson’s wonder year’s dint seem like that of a normal child.  Innocence died way too early on her face. Crimson had grown up to be wiser and wickeder amongst her peer group, having a strange perception towards the journey called life. There came a juncture, where she fell in love with her adversities. By then, Crimson was firm to give it back to the universe. With evil desires, she embraced the venom that came her way. Should the urge to kill the loneliness be blamed or the temptation be rewarded with ruthless and merciless deception. The hunger I saw in her eyes had no match with the deep dead ocean. Let the vicious game begin!!  

The Ordeal - The Conclusion

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The ordeal of eternal damnation took place in a confidential location unknown to the inhabitants.  Devil’s bond-slaves were dying to behold his sighting which was as rare as the meteor falling from the sky. With a throbbing heart and agitated feet, Emma arrived at the spot. She could feel the devilish aura spread across.  After few wobbly strides, she came in front of a colossal wooden door that had a fierce lion engraved on it, along with some symbols from the occult.  Before she could stretch her hand to knock, the door flung open on its own, Unfolding gory darkness ahead of her. With each step into the darkness, a partial illumination guided her clueless feet into the heart of the atrium where the sacrament was to be conducted. She could hear some freaky babel as she was nearing the devils workshop. As she walked a little further, her eyes observed men and women dressed in hideous costumes holding candles in their hands, bearing a sinister smile. “EMMA..”, a husky voic