Demented

Demented

PART - 1 From: aria.techmanager@shopkart.com To: lishazaman@pmail.com Date: January 2, 2017 at 3:53:34 PM GMT Topic: S.O.S. A million thoughts were running through my head but I couldn't focus on one. The memories that I had cherished the most until now were tarnished by what I had just discovered. Being in my mid-twenties, I have lots of things to achieve and do on my bucket list. This is nowhere close to how I had planned my life to go. My ambitions and dreams had always been my priority so much so that I had never given myself a chance at a committed relationship. Poor Jace, he hasn't given up on me yet. He still feels that we have a chance at something that I don't believe in. I don't know how will he react to this news. Maybe now he'll truly understand why I don't like to get involved with someone. They just create complications. (more…)...
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Murder in the woods

Murder in the woods

  Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.   MURDER IN THE WOODS Near the woods... The auburn sky was an ocean of clouds, seemingly painted by the brush of a Renaissance painter. The sun was about to dive beyond the horizon, casting our shadows far behind us and a piercing shriek broke the silence around us. We were startled by the sheer agony in the scream. It seemed to have come from the thick woods in front of us. We ran towards the source and found a man covered in blood. Ariana panicked and started trembling with fear. I went a little closer. (more…)...
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Caged

Caged

It was early morning when Ama woke me up by hitting my bony shoulders. I got up without making much sound because Ba didn't like noise in the morning. After changing into a few rags, we both left the makeshift room where we have been living in for a year. It's located amongst the slums at the back of the opulent street where the rich people live. Ama and I followed the usual route that we take to reach the nearest railway station. En route to the station, Ama took the baby from the lady called Sumu. The baby was not moving much as usual. He's always quiet as if he's dead. We reached the station and our daily routine began. I attracted the people who were waiting for the trains by pleading them to give me something to eat. I repeated the words that Ama had been teaching me since forever to get food. 'Kuch de... Bhuk lagi... Nahi khaya......
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