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Yes, I am a killer, and I’m proud of it!
I know you must be wondering whether I’m in the right frame of mind or not. I asked myself the same question when I carried out pest control to clean my house thirteen years ago. My adrenaline rushed, and a … Continue Reading
Blotched, craggy face, Anastasia’s eyes are grey and dull. Layers of tea dust screaming of sleep deprivation. Hunched by the candlelight, her shadow forms a wild boar on the dusty walls, creased forehead and narrowed eyes, flipping through a book she stole from the library.
Mam’s face had turned … Continue Reading
“Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that … Continue Reading
While Chatur is still busy snatching his pants away from Raju, Pia makes a stagier entry by stepping out from the car in her bridal lehenga, probably too pricey to be quoted by a chutney spill. On the other hand, Farhan unclips his nose to take a long fresh breath. … Continue Reading
She tried her best to adjust the knobs of the radio, desperately leaning in, trying to decipher through the static. “Our sources reveal a huge oil slick has poured into the water surrounding the damaged vessel. Officials confirm part of the ship has sunk, and most of the spill is … Continue Reading
Draco knew since the first time they met each other at the Hogwart’s express that they were not just any arch enemies. And when Harry turned down his invitation to be friends, it only made it harder for Draco to resist him. There was something about Potter. Maybe it … Continue Reading
What started it all off was me realising I couldn’t double-tap the most recent Kylie Jenner Instagram post. There she was, wearing a tight nude dress with sky-high stilettos posing perfectly in front of her mansion—and here I am, sitting in my day-old pyjamas, munching on a half-empty can of … Continue Reading
As I headed back to Baker Street, the harsh winds pierced my face. My head was spinning with the thought of Sir Charles. I hoped that I made the right decision not telling the coroner my suspicions. They said Sherlock Holmes was the best there was. He may probably … Continue Reading
The year was 1984. I had just graduated from college and was looking forward to the summer break before I would get caught in the rat race of getting employed. Little did I know how those few short weeks would change my life forever.
One sultry afternoon, a couple of … Continue Reading
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