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Sherlock Doyle

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As I switch off the lights and prepare to sleep, I see the dark silhouette of my cat on the window sill against the night sky. He stretches his legs to get comfortable. But last I checked, he had four legs, NOT eight! Spider-cat. The mutation is getting stranger. #night #sleep #cat #monster #legs #fear #nosleep #comfortable

As I switch off the lights and prepare to sleep, I see the dark silhouette of my cat on the window sill against the night sky. He stretches his legs to get comfortable. But last I checked, he had four legs, NOT eight! Spider-cat. The mutation is getting stranger. #night #sleep #cat #monster #legs #fear #nosleep #comfortable

K Harsita

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exit the control room. He sees his face in one of the computer screen. He trembles looking a little closely towards his eyes. He panics, controlling his fear he looks at the floor which is filled with people. He finds the gap between those sleeping bodies and walks out of the room. Looks like the security room of that mall remains the only shelter for them to hide in this apocalypse. He expects those creatures not to be conscious towards him. He is infected and his nerves pains like hell. As he is a DNA scientist, their hopes are high on him. Unable to accept his cravenness he decides to kill himself. He doesn't care for why he didn't turn into one of them. Those slow dead can run miles in between an eye blink once they sense the body heat. He grabs the knife and puts it on his neck. Tightly closing the eyes he gathers the strength to slit his throat. Suddenly he hears the soft gasping voice. Even his sweat tells him to keep the eyes close. After a while he opens his eyes. He astonishes to see three of them. It includes the one who attacked him. He thinks about why they are not attacking him. He notices that his mutation is different. Now he knows exactly what needs to be done. His mutation will save them. This kind of stories runs in my mind. 😬😅 an engrossing story. One of my childhood horrors. For more from seri

exit the control room. He sees his face in one of the computer screen. He trembles looking a little closely towards his eyes. He panics, controlling his fear he looks at the floor which is filled with people. He finds the gap between those sleeping bodies and walks out of the room. Looks like the security room of that mall remains the only shelter for them to hide in this apocalypse. He expects those creatures not to be conscious towards him. He is infected and his nerves pains like hell. As he is a DNA scientist, their hopes are high on him. Unable to accept his cravenness he decides to kill himself. He doesn't care for why he didn't turn into one of them. Those slow dead can run miles in between an eye blink once they sense the body heat. He grabs the knife and puts it on his neck. Tightly closing the eyes he gathers the strength to slit his throat. Suddenly he hears the soft gasping voice. Even his sweat tells him to keep the eyes close. After a while he opens his eyes. He astonishes to see three of them. It includes the one who attacked him. He thinks about why they are not attacking him. He notices that his mutation is different. Now he knows exactly what needs to be done. His mutation will save them. This kind of stories runs in my mind. 😬😅 an engrossing story. One of my childhood horrors. For more from seri

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Baseless Pleasure On the street of my thinkings, ln my eyes and in their blinkings, A face wanders every time until I'm awake, The same moves I see after every retake. Years have gone, but the things never changed, My emotions are tied with and also hanged, I tried not and absolutely never to get rid of these, Don't ask me more, O' my dear please! These things bring me happiness out of this selfish and hateful world, I know that my pleasure is baseless, but still free of prospective insults. Remaining with your memories is more soothing than whatever they think, With them I can spend the whole chilly night without a cosy mink. #mycondition #life Baseless Pleasure On the street of my thinkings, ln my eyes and in their blinkings, A face wanders every time until I'

Baseless Pleasure On the street of my thinkings, ln my eyes and in their blinkings, A face wanders every time until I'm awake, The same moves I see after every retake. Years have gone, but the things never changed, My emotions are tied with and also hanged, I tried not and absolutely never to get rid of these, Don't ask me more, O' my dear please! These things bring me happiness out of this selfish and hateful world, I know that my pleasure is baseless, but still free of prospective insults. Remaining with your memories is more soothing than whatever they think, With them I can spend the whole chilly night without a cosy mink. #mycondition #life Baseless Pleasure On the street of my thinkings, ln my eyes and in their blinkings, A face wanders every time until I'

Akhil Kael

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i sit behind my kit, set up my throne, then i leave my concioussness to my limbs, after that, who am I even i don't know, for i come in sync with art, painting it with dynamics, thats where i talk to god, cuz i find myself light years away from the common notiôn of any notation, music an art of expression, ©Akhil Kael saviour of my soul, just with a different method, for now the spirituality the function, of the integrals at the points of conjuction, birth

i sit behind my kit, set up my throne, then i leave my concioussness to my limbs, after that, who am I even i don't know, for i come in sync with art, painting it with dynamics, thats where i talk to god, cuz i find myself light years away from the common notiôn of any notation, music an art of expression, ©Akhil Kael saviour of my soul, just with a different method, for now the spirituality the function, of the integrals at the points of conjuction, birth

Meera Ali

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(Read Caption) Title: Meliorism between Sin and Cos, when the world is a sphere, but each person revolves around three personalities of his own. My words

(Read Caption) Title: Meliorism between Sin and Cos, when the world is a sphere, but each person revolves around three personalities of his own. My words