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Ramona Singh

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What it was: Simon and Garfunkel What I, as a kid, thought it was: Sigh-moan and Barf Uncle *faints while laughing hysterically at her own joke* anyone understood it? #ramona_humour Somi Martha Hunt you both

What it was: Simon and Garfunkel What I, as a kid, thought it was: Sigh-moan and Barf Uncle *faints while laughing hysterically at her own joke* anyone understood it? #ramona_humour Somi Martha Hunt you both

Chitra Iyer

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when I see a bloodsucking human than when I see a cute ghost. Those innocent ones possess a never say die spirit and all of them unite to giggle hysterically when together in action. Did you hear their screams when a human monster tore the baby's insides with his manhood? Did you hear their screams when some other human monsters got together and waylaid the innocent one, maimed her, shattered her soul like they do their liquor bottles? If you did not, hang your heads, for ghosts are born to mirror our hollows and expose our shame. Shame, shame, shame, shame. For a better read: I decided it is better to scream when I see a bloodsucking human than when I see a cute ghost. Those innocent ones posse

when I see a bloodsucking human than when I see a cute ghost. Those innocent ones possess a never say die spirit and all of them unite to giggle hysterically when together in action. Did you hear their screams when a human monster tore the baby's insides with his manhood? Did you hear their screams when some other human monsters got together and waylaid the innocent one, maimed her, shattered her soul like they do their liquor bottles? If you did not, hang your heads, for ghosts are born to mirror our hollows and expose our shame. Shame, shame, shame, shame. For a better read: I decided it is better to scream when I see a bloodsucking human than when I see a cute ghost. Those innocent ones posse

Aman Verma

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The story of Lunatic Slayer "Why's nobody opening the door, is everything ok?" The maid murmured to herself as she was knocking on the door past 30 minutes but nobody was opening the door. Seeing no way out, she thought of taking help from the neighbors and they broke open the door without any second thoughts and as they entered the house, the ladies screamed hard and fainted, for the scene in front of them was odious. (Read full in caption) The police was called and when they arrived at the crime scene, they were taken aback, for it was the very first time they were watching so

The story of Lunatic Slayer "Why's nobody opening the door, is everything ok?" The maid murmured to herself as she was knocking on the door past 30 minutes but nobody was opening the door. Seeing no way out, she thought of taking help from the neighbors and they broke open the door without any second thoughts and as they entered the house, the ladies screamed hard and fainted, for the scene in front of them was odious. (Read full in caption) The police was called and when they arrived at the crime scene, they were taken aback, for it was the very first time they were watching so

Mansi Rajput

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To me, you are that long distance lover I think about, and talk about all the time, and when he finally arrives, I become so intoxicated in his charm, that I don't even realise that he's gone. Again! I talk about you, with other months. I gush about how you make me feel with your chilly airs and happy sun. I recite that Charles Dickens quote to December, and I write love letters to you during lifeless autumn evenings.......... ............ I long for our solitary wanderings, where we don't talk much. Our eyes do. Where I just lie down under a Gulmohar tree on your

To me, you are that long distance lover I think about, and talk about all the time, and when he finally arrives, I become so intoxicated in his charm, that I don't even realise that he's gone. Again! I talk about you, with other months. I gush about how you make me feel with your chilly airs and happy sun. I recite that Charles Dickens quote to December, and I write love letters to you during lifeless autumn evenings.......... ............ I long for our solitary wanderings, where we don't talk much. Our eyes do. Where I just lie down under a Gulmohar tree on your

Aman Verma

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The Petrified Conundrum (Part 2) As the dagger was piercing his heart, he began howling in pain but no one came to his aid and suddenly a glowing figure came in front of his eyes, and he panicked when he looked at her, because he realized it was not a silhouette, she was standing there gazing at him with a smile enveloping her face watching him suffer. (Read full in caption) He couldn’t believe his eyes, for he had thought she had died and he along with his partner had buried her in the cemetery a year back, but

The Petrified Conundrum (Part 2) As the dagger was piercing his heart, he began howling in pain but no one came to his aid and suddenly a glowing figure came in front of his eyes, and he panicked when he looked at her, because he realized it was not a silhouette, she was standing there gazing at him with a smile enveloping her face watching him suffer. (Read full in caption) He couldn’t believe his eyes, for he had thought she had died and he along with his partner had buried her in the cemetery a year back, but

Anuj Jain

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But this was not the first time that i was alone in a city. My job as a contract killer always came with unforseen difficulties. This time i was flustered as the entire city became empty as if in a curfew as the evening approached. Now my deadline was tomorrow and my reputation was at stake, never had i ever failed to do my job. But how on earth will i find the target now. What is happening. I asked the single person seen running in a hurry. Oh he is coming was all he said without stopping a second. I was wondering what to do when i felt my stomach go squemish seeing the giant cyclops eyeing me . Rooted to the place i was unable to even move my hands to draw my revolver when all of a sudden he spat on me. I woke up with a startle all drenched and my roommate laughing hysterically with an empty pail in hand. But this was not the first time that i was alone in a city. My job as a contract killer always came with unforseen difficulties. This time i

But this was not the first time that i was alone in a city. My job as a contract killer always came with unforseen difficulties. This time i was flustered as the entire city became empty as if in a curfew as the evening approached. Now my deadline was tomorrow and my reputation was at stake, never had i ever failed to do my job. But how on earth will i find the target now. What is happening. I asked the single person seen running in a hurry. Oh he is coming was all he said without stopping a second. I was wondering what to do when i felt my stomach go squemish seeing the giant cyclops eyeing me . Rooted to the place i was unable to even move my hands to draw my revolver when all of a sudden he spat on me. I woke up with a startle all drenched and my roommate laughing hysterically with an empty pail in hand. But this was not the first time that i was alone in a city. My job as a contract killer always came with unforseen difficulties. This time i

The Dream Doodler

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Hairuband 👶 To the creature who survived as brainless persistently, Tufts of hair will come and go leaving you as a taklamakan ultimately, but like th

Hairuband 👶 To the creature who survived as brainless persistently, Tufts of hair will come and go leaving you as a taklamakan ultimately, but like th

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7 Short stories - Lessons for our life I read it somewhere. Each may change our attitude towards Life and make us a better person LOOKING BACK I interviewed my grandmother for p

7 Short stories - Lessons for our life I read it somewhere. Each may change our attitude towards Life and make us a better person LOOKING BACK I interviewed my grandmother for p

Ramona Singh

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What happens when I meet a poet //humour in caption// What happens when I meet *sweet* poets: Poet: Moon is my god, you are his daughter. Me: I am the butcher's knife, you are my slaughter. Po

What happens when I meet a poet //humour in caption// What happens when I meet *sweet* poets: Poet: Moon is my god, you are his daughter. Me: I am the butcher's knife, you are my slaughter. Po