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Anuj Jain

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Mom this time the teacher won't let me sit for exams if the fees is not paid. Maya you have to look for other accommodation if the rent's not paid. Poor Maya no job and husband ran off with that hag too, i feel for her said Neha to Meena and they got busy with their work too. No issues dear tomorrow i will sell this bangle and your fees will be paid, and everything's going to be OK, beta said Maya with a smile. Hello Resties! ❤ Here's today's picture for your creative strokes to form a short story! ~ IMPORTANT TO NOTE: -You can write the story both in caption or picture. -You must use 2 mandatory hashtags. - Use #rzstowrimo for us to dicover your stories.

Mom this time the teacher won't let me sit for exams if the fees is not paid. Maya you have to look for other accommodation if the rent's not paid. Poor Maya no job and husband ran off with that hag too, i feel for her said Neha to Meena and they got busy with their work too. No issues dear tomorrow i will sell this bangle and your fees will be paid, and everything's going to be OK, beta said Maya with a smile. Hello Resties! ❤ Here's today's picture for your creative strokes to form a short story! ~ IMPORTANT TO NOTE: -You can write the story both in caption or picture. -You must use 2 mandatory hashtags. - Use #rzstowrimo for us to dicover your stories.

Durga Kannan

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To him, we were like clothes on a hanger. Meant to be there whenever he chose to use us. His objects. His personal inventory of things. As if, we weren't human; we didn't have feelings; we didn't have opinions. That's how he treated me and the rest. A dictator, that's what he was. Throwing us around, crushing us, stamping on us, keeping us locked, like clothes in a cupboard. We were his slaves. He, our master. He bought us for a price, like commodities. We resented that. It played on our psyche making us feel lowly, worse than animals, who as pets were treated way better. We had a plan. Together, we drugged him and locked him up in the store room. The four of us escaped. To a better life. A better world. A dignified existence where we're treated as humans. To him, we were like clothes on a hanger. Meant to be there whenever he chose to use us. His objects. His personal inventory of things. As if, we weren't human; we didn't have feelings; we didn't have opinions. That's how he treated me and the rest. A dictator, that's what he was. Throwing us around, crushing us, stamping on us, keeping us locked, like clothes in a cupboard. We were his slaves. He, our master. He bought us for a price, like commodities. We resented that. It played on our psyche making us feel lowly, worse than animals, who as pets were treated way better. We had a plan. Together, we drugged him and locked him up in the store room. The four of us escaped. To a better life. A better world. A dignified existence where we're treated as humans. Here's today's picture for your creative strokes to form a short story! ~ IMPORTANT TO NOTE: -You can write the story both in caption or picture. -You must use 2 mandatory hashtags. - Use #rzstowrimo for us to dicover your stories.

To him, we were like clothes on a hanger. Meant to be there whenever he chose to use us. His objects. His personal inventory of things. As if, we weren't human; we didn't have feelings; we didn't have opinions. That's how he treated me and the rest. A dictator, that's what he was. Throwing us around, crushing us, stamping on us, keeping us locked, like clothes in a cupboard. We were his slaves. He, our master. He bought us for a price, like commodities. We resented that. It played on our psyche making us feel lowly, worse than animals, who as pets were treated way better. We had a plan. Together, we drugged him and locked him up in the store room. The four of us escaped. To a better life. A better world. A dignified existence where we're treated as humans. To him, we were like clothes on a hanger. Meant to be there whenever he chose to use us. His objects. His personal inventory of things. As if, we weren't human; we didn't have feelings; we didn't have opinions. That's how he treated me and the rest. A dictator, that's what he was. Throwing us around, crushing us, stamping on us, keeping us locked, like clothes in a cupboard. We were his slaves. He, our master. He bought us for a price, like commodities. We resented that. It played on our psyche making us feel lowly, worse than animals, who as pets were treated way better. We had a plan. Together, we drugged him and locked him up in the store room. The four of us escaped. To a better life. A better world. A dignified existence where we're treated as humans. Here's today's picture for your creative strokes to form a short story! ~ IMPORTANT TO NOTE: -You can write the story both in caption or picture. -You must use 2 mandatory hashtags. - Use #rzstowrimo for us to dicover your stories.

GURJASPAL SINGH

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The face we see and the face that is actually hidden need to be found out as soon Hello Resties! ❤ Here's today's picture for your creative strokes to form a short story! ~ IMPORTANT TO NOTE: -You can write the story both in caption or picture. -You must use 2 mandatory hashtags. - Use #rzstowrimo for us to dicover your stories.

The face we see and the face that is actually hidden need to be found out as soon Hello Resties! ❤ Here's today's picture for your creative strokes to form a short story! ~ IMPORTANT TO NOTE: -You can write the story both in caption or picture. -You must use 2 mandatory hashtags. - Use #rzstowrimo for us to dicover your stories.