A STORY.

Har Dawkins was the bravest kid in town. Everyone thought so. He was the only boy aged less than or equal to thirteen to walk through The Villa, a place rumored to be so terrifying, you'd be scared of even the smallest things after it. Generation after generation, one boy would be given the chance … Continue reading A STORY.

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THE LAST DRINK

Once all the guests had left, he walked back into the hall and smiled to himself. He took a deep breath and exhaled sharply, mentally congratulating himself on a task well performed. It was something he had been planning for ages, and it seemed amazing, how quickly it got over. Three guests, very distinguished ones, … Continue reading THE LAST DRINK

THE DUSTBIN OF ANNA NAGAR

Hello, sir! Yes, you there! Namaskaaram, and good evening. It's the dustbin talking, my dear sir, and there's nothing to be afraid of-do come closer. I come from a long line of dustbins with lids, and I absolutely despise the open mouthed dustbins-you never know what might fall in their mouth. As far as I … Continue reading THE DUSTBIN OF ANNA NAGAR

THE LAST WAGON

There is a tale about the last wagon of train 1313. It is said that the last wagon must never be alighted, because a restless spirit haunts that wagon. The spirit is said to have countless injuries, a disfigured torso, and blood all over. Whoever boards that wagon shall become the new host of the … Continue reading THE LAST WAGON

A TRAIN TO VELACHERY

“...yes, its extremely crowded here these days, and so many pick-pocketing incidents, and with a wallet thief on the loose! Be careful, dear…”   ~~   I pushed my way through the crowd towards the train heading towards Velachery, smirking. ~~ “A wallet thief, eh? Well, this is my train. I’m the master thief, and … Continue reading A TRAIN TO VELACHERY