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  • darkmoon696 6w

    This is part-10 of my ongoing short story. I hope that you'll give it a read and comment below to let me know of any grammatical mistakes and also any inclusives to the next part. I'll surely consider them and implement in the next part. ✌️ Happy Reading ❤️

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    The Short Story- 10

    The demon inside her groans and yells ‘Butcher’. I realize I heard the name somewhere before. She screams intensely and this is ceased by the priest commanding the demon ‘Leave this holy body and return to your grave, Butcher’ and after saying that, the priest forces the cross onto her forehead as April starts to scream in a very horrific way.

    Suddenly, the voices stop and all the things floating in the air, fall, and April stops screaming as she falls unconscious. And this is the end of the exorcism and a few minutes later, April wakes up and we comfort her. This was a pretty drastic episode and we are glad we have our girl back again with us. We knew it isn’t safe in that house anymore, hence, we moved to a new house. A few weeks passed and I am still stuck thinking of the terrible thing that happened to us in our lives. I remember that I found the name of the demon familiar during the exorcism and I begin to gather information concerning that name.

    I find out that the name is of Lexi’s husband. I gather the information that Butcher was a successful businessman in the ’90s until he started consuming drugs and turned into a drug addict and what’s interesting was that Lexi and her husband lived in the same house, the house where we previously lived, where she eventually died...

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  • ajayamitabh7 14w

    This is not important ,whether you pray to God or not, whether you visit holy places regularly or not, if your actions are sincere, then even your so called God can not stop you from getting the fruit of your action.

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    No God? O My God!!!

    Either you pray or either worship,
    To get rid of pain, misery & hardship.

    All your effort shall must go in vain,
    Your problems be there & you be in pain.

    Can you grow Mango on a berry tree?
    By bowing to God and asking for glee?

    Certainly a prayer, not fetch a result,
    Unless work hard increase your pulse.

    Your action decide, your future indeed,
    Not prayer important, your action & deed.

    Then Why to bother , why to complain,
    God is your creation you given the name.

    He neither can grant a prayer or boon.
    Because he exists like bright day moon.

    Ajay Amitabh Suman

  • darkmoon696 15w

    This is part-9 of my ongoing short story. I hope that you'll give it a read and comment below to let me know of any grammatical mistakes and also any inclusives to the next part. I'll surely consider them and implement in the next part. ✌️ Happy Reading ❤️

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    The Short Story-Part 9

    Dominating all the voices, there is a horrific male voice screaming ‘This is the beginning of the end; Satan is going to rip your tongues out’. The priest sprinkles the holy water over April’s body while reading out verses from the bible. Natalie and I can hear her skin burning, as the drops fall on her.

    Just when our hope started diminishing, ‘Get him out of me, please!!’, April yells in her voice and this brings back the hope that she is still in there, struggling. The demon starts rupturing her body from within and we can hear her bones cracking. It gradually becomes difficult for us to hold her down, so we get a rope and tie her hands to the back and her legs to the chair.

    As the priest continues yelling out numerous verses, suddenly, the cupboard placed right behind the priest tumbles over. Lucky I got him in time and pushed him away, saving him. The cupboard was intentionally pushed over by the demon as well as all the flickering lights, floating tables, and chairs. ‘Tell me your name, demon’, the priest yells at April in hope of a name to weaken its powers. The priest sprinkles the holy water and places a cross at April’s forehead that creates a bleeding cross mark on her forehead. The demon inside her groans and yells ‘Butcher’....

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  • darkmoon696 16w

    This is part-8 of my ongoing short story. I hope that you'll give it a read and comment below to let me know of any grammatical mistakes and also any inclusives to the next part. I'll surely consider them and implement in the next part. ✌️ Happy Reading❤️

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    The Short Story- Part 8

    ‘Well Hello there!! April, I guess we haven’t met each other till now’ the priest says, as he got up from the couch. April is confused and a bit scared from seeing the priest. ‘Yes, we haven’t till now’, April replies. We all get together in the main hall and the priest places candles all around the room at every corner. After he is done placing the candles, he comes to us, while we are sitting around the dinner table. The priest takes out a bible from his suitcase and two bottles of, something that appeared to be some sort of sacred water. I turn off all the lights in the house and return to my chair.

    We gave a couple of sleeping pills to April, mixed in her glass of water, without her consent. She had this glass of water after a couple of minutes of her conversation with the priest. The pills knocked her out, which made it easy for us to hold her hands and legs while the priest started his prayer from the Bible. Eventually, April’s body started feeling heavy for us, and difficult for us to hold.

    After a couple of minutes into the exorcism, we start hearing the same voices from April, that we heard every night. Natalie and I are petrified watching our little girl like this. Dominating all the voices, there is a horrific male voice saying ‘This is the beginning of the end; Satan is going to rip your tongues out....

    ©darkmoon696

  • darkmoon696 16w

    This is part-7 of my ongoing short story. I hope that you'll give it a read and comment below to let me know of any grammatical mistakes and also any inclusives to the next part. I'll surely consider them and implement in the next part. ✌️ Happy Reading❤️

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    The Short Story- Part 7

    This is the second time since Lexi’s death that I am caught off-guard and completely shook. I charge into the room, grab her tightly and haul her to the bed. What surprised me is the fact that she’s still intact, in an unvexed sleep. This continued for nights with every night being the same. First, the weird eerie noises make their way out of April’s room, and then the whispers accompany.

    One fine morning, I decided to bring this to Natalie’s notice. ‘Natalie, are you hearing any voices during the night?’ I ask my wife with an espresso in my hands. ‘No David, why do you ask?’ she asks with a grin on her face. ‘Nothing to worry about Nat, but I am going to tell you something and this is going to sound crazy’ I say, as her smile fades slowly. ‘I am hearing disturbing noises and assorted voices from April’s room, for the past few nights and there are instances where I was passing by April’s room and noticed her, floating’. I haven’t seen Natalie, this tensed, in ages. She sits in the chair, in front, and says ‘Sorry I wasn’t honest with you earlier. I am hearing them, as well. David. I think we should call a priest and find out what is happening’ she says, in a relieving tone.

    The next day, we call a priest to visit us in the evening. We lead him to April’s room and he senses a strong negative presence. We call April to reach home as soon as possible from her friend's place. When she arrives, I notice that the priest is shaken for a minute or two before he started talking. ‘Well, Hello there!! April, I guess...

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  • darkmoon696 16w

    This is part-6 of my ongoing short story. I hope that you'll give it a read and comment below to let me know of any grammatical mistakes and also any inclusives to the next part. I'll surely consider them and implement in the next part. ✌️

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    A Short Story- Part 6

    Natalie and April are still asleep and I didn’t bother to wake them up and scare them with the bad episode I experienced last night.

    After over a day of thinking, I call Brandon, the broker, and tell him to rush over to my place. ‘I don’t know what to do, Brandon. I am going to call the cops this afternoon.’, my voice trembles as I say that. ‘Let’s not call the cops right away, David. There is enough evidence to put you in a tight spot and well, you know how the cops of this town are. They wouldn’t hesitate for a second to put you behind the bars’, Brandon said. As disgusting it may sound, there is no choice for me other than to get rid of the body before the neighbors realize it.

    Hence, we decided to dispose of Lexi’s body using the chemicals that I have with me as part of my research. I don’t want to startle Natalie and April so I make sure they don’t get to know what happened in our basement.

    A few days passed by and one day as I get up to go to the restroom at 2 in the morning, I pass by April’s room and find her floating in the air with her blanket on. A bolt out of the blue, held me in that moment, frightened as hell. Suddenly, I am pushed back to reality with the sound of the wind gusting through the windows, take over.
    This is the second time since Lexi’s death that...

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  • darkmoon696 17w

    This is part- 5 of my ongoing short story. I hope that you'll give it a read and comment below to let me know of any grammatical mistakes. I'll surely consider them and implement in the next part. ✌️ And feel free to guess how the plot's gonna be in the next part✌️. Happy Reading!❤️

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    The Short Story- Part 5

    ..I find Lexi, my colleague, stuck to the wall, in front, with nails going through her wrists and also ankles. This horrific scene makes me puke over two times and only after which, I realize there is blood all over the floor and there is blood squirting its way out of Lexi’s mouth. I slowly return to my senses and hear muttering.

    That’s when I find Lexi still alive, speaking something. I get close to her, crying and still in shock. ‘My...husband....I....kill’, saying so, she dies.
    I run as fast as I can from that dreadful scene and end up in my car parked in the garage to spend the rest of the night frightened and terrified.

    “Huh, Finally”, I sigh, gazing at the sunrise from the garage windows, and slowly get out of the car. I walk into the house past the back door with the baseball bat still in my hands completely shook due to the awful episode that happened at night. As I rest on the couch in the living room, I am pushed into my sphere of thoughts on the reason for the death of Lexi...

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  • darkmoon696 17w

    This is part-4 of my ongoing short story. I hope that you'll give it a read and comment below to let me know of any grammatical mistakes. I'll surely consider them and implement in the next part. ✌️ And don't forget to guess what's the plot gonna be like in the next part, in the comment section.✌️ Happy Reading!!❤️

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    The Short Story- Part 4

    I walk out of my room and progress to the basement with the noises continuing along with a soft banging at the basement door. These daunting noises make me think if there is someone in the basement and I rush to the garage to get a baseball bat along with a torchlight to defend myself. Just as I commence my return, the power goes off, so I continue walking towards the basement with the torchlight on.

    As I reach the basement entrance, I find that the door is wide open and the lock is shattered on the floor. I hold the baseball bat firmly and move slowly into the basement onto the steps. As soon as I step inside, I sense a rotting smell in the air which makes me nauseous. “Ahh..what died in here”, I say, as I cover my nose. I shine the torchlight across and check if there’s anyone in the room excluding me.

    Walking slowly, with my hands held onto the walls of the room, I explore further and that’s when the torchlight goes off. “Aha!! What a perfect time for this bloody light to malfunction”, I exclaim in a sarcastic tone. After a couple of tries, the light finally comes back on and as I shine it on the wall infront, I see a sight that will haunt me for the rest of my life....

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  • darkmoon696 17w

    This is part-3 of my ongoing short story. I hope that you'll give it a read and comment below to let me know of any grammatical mistakes and also any inclusives to the next part. I'll surely consider them and implement in the next part. ✌️ And also feel free to take a guess in the comments on how the next part's going to go.❤️

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    The Short Story- Part 3

    ..Until one day as I am laying comfortably on my porch swing having my espresso, I get a call from my colleague regarding her visit to my new house. I am excited to meet her as it’s been a long time since I met anyone from my workplace. The following day, Lexi, my colleague, visits, and we celebrate our reunion with some drinks and we have a great time sharing our thoughts.

    ‘Time flies by, talking to you David.’ Lexi says, taking a glance at her watch. ‘Well, it’s always a pleasure to have a couple of drinks with you, Lexi.’ I say, gazing at her brown tensed eyes. I can easily figure out from the look of her eyes that she has been tensed for quite a while but I don’t want to enquire her and make her uncomfortable.

    ‘Well, the pleasure’s mine David. Thank you for this day, I should get going now’ Lexi says as she starts to pack her handbag. I drop her off at the bus stop at the corner of the street and return, realizing that I need to rest for a while. So, I go straight to my bedroom and take a five-hour nap.

    I wake up at 10 in the night and have a bunch of biscuits for dinner before I sleep again. Exactly at 2 in the morning, I wake up from the weird eerie noises coming from the basement, which is locked up, by the previous owner for some reason. I walk out of my room to the basement...

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  • darkmoon696 17w

    My name is David and I am 48 years old. When I was 14, my father died of cancer, and three days past that, my mother died too, due to depression. Since then, I have been living with my uncle, George, and aunt, Emma. I have lived most of my life in company with various chemical elements and chemical reactions.

    People say that ‘Love is a chemical reaction between two people’, but, in my case, despite working with numerous chemical reactions, I find myself incapable of having the so-called ‘chemical reaction’ with anyone. After a ton of struggle, I managed to find a woman for myself, at the age of 22. Natalie, who has been very supportive of my work, is a kind-hearted person. At the age of 25, we have ourselves a cute girl, April, who is outstanding in her studies.

    Past my retirement, I had done nothing except working on my research regarding an element that had been found recently. As days passed, it started to be a bit difficult for me to cope with this new kind of life. So, I discussed this with Natalie and we decided to move to a new house, hoping a change in my environment can help me.

    Hence, I contact a broker, Brandon, to help me find a house suitable for me. By the end of the month, after a rigorous search by me and Brandon, we finally find a house, in line with my family’s requirements. It took us two months to move into the new house and I like the fact that the house is located in the woods and far away from the annoying city noises. Everything is going good until....
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    A Short Story- Part 2

    This is part-2 of my ongoing short story. I hope that you'll give it a read and comment below to let me know of any grammatical mistakes and also any inclusives to the next part. I'll surely consider them and implement in the next part. ✌️

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  • darkmoon696 17w

    In the coming few days, I'll be posting one of my short stories, that I have also published on Amazon Kindle, in various segments. This is Part-1 and I hope you'll stay in touch with the piece as we go through the gripping and evocative challenges that the characters experience.
    And yeah, don't forget to comment below any kind of suggestions to the story as we go and I'll surely consider them and make the appropriate changes in the story.✌️
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    A Short Story- Part 1

    ‘Good Morning Students’, I said as I walk into the class with a brown leather suitcase held in my hand. After having an incredible brainstorming session for about an hour, I finally give the students a break. I, then, walk back to my cabin and start packing my bags. As I am doing so, my colleagues surprise me with a cake and congratulate me. The celebration lasted for two hours, after which, I drive home in my Chevrolet Cruze. And that is how I celebrated my last day at the college as a chemistry professor.

    For the first time in my life, I have plenty of time and I don't have anything planned. I knew retirement would be monotonous but for the first few days, everything started seeming like a temporary change in my life and I thought to myself that I will eventually start teaching again. I felt that way since I am afraid to accept the reality, that is, my retirement.

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  • penceze 18w

    Action Speaks Louder Than Words

    They say "action speaks louder than words".
    I do not doubt. However, many also seem to forget that the word "louder" comes after "loud".

    In other words, "words" also speak - "loud".
    In fact, it is "words" first - written or spoken, before action(s), which makes it "louder".

    I'm thinking, is "speaking" or "saying words" not an action too?
    What do you think?

    Well, this might seem too far, but even the Creator spoke "words" before "action'. In fact, the words made action possible.

    So, while we all agree that action speaks louder than words, we should not forget that words also mean a lot first.
    You can't be "louder" without first being "loud".

    In that vein, I'll prefer to say, "words backed with action, speak louder".
    How would you rather say it?

    ©penceze

  • dnswords 18w

    Good Morning ❤️


    bhavishya की लकिरे apnehi hatho me hoti he

    Fir bhi ye jamana kaheta he ki

    Ekbar kisi ko hath dikhakar dekh....



    ©dnswords

  • dnswords 18w

    देखो....

    आज बदलदो खुदको
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    नहीं तो कल वक्त बदल देंगा



    ©dnswords

  • jpwriter 20w

    Opposite Action

    They told me to pipe down 
    so I piped up 
    Told me not to smoke in here
     So I light up
    Told me no loitering after midnight 
    So that's when I get my 2nd wind right
    It's on now asking me calm down 
    So I've been hyped
    Black lives matter
    But I've been white
    Good Samaritan
    Not the sin type
    Born American
    With the pin stripes
    They wanted me arrogant
    So I've been nice
    They said just once
    So I went twice.




    ©jpwriter

  • inchoate_ananta_upadhaya 22w

    Day 3 : Invoking Celestial
    (Continuation)


    Pitamah invoked Celestial weapons
    Slashed it through army of Pandavas.

    Madhusudan impulsed Parth
    Time has come, fulfill your promise

    Slay the armies of Kauravas
    Go and fight Bhishma Pitamah

    He alone destroyed your army
    He will destroy everything, so rise

    Keshav steered the chariot
    Two combatants stand face to face.

    Arjun took his mighty Gandiv
    Cut Pitahmah's bow into two.

    Pitahmah's seeing Arjun's charge
    Ambushed with wrath towards

    Army of Pandavas seeming tens of
    Pitahmah attacked all at once

    Arjun invoked Celestial munitions
    A flood of blood pooled from Kauravas.

    Sunset shines and Kauravas retreat
    Day three end with conquest by Pandavas.


    @inchoate_ananta_upadhaya


    #action #activity #wod #pod

    Do read day3 first part

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    Day 3 : Invoking Celestial
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  • an_empty_chest 22w

    #action #pod #wod #miraquill #activity
    My little try on your sky�� @inchoate_ananta_upadhaya
    He is writing these series of retelling the 18 days of the Mahabharata War in forms of poems.
    I think its an amazing idea and I just tried modifying his Day 3 poem into todays challange of an #activity poem.
    I hope you all will enjoy reading.

    Do checkout his profile @inchoate_ananta_upadhaya

    Day 3.

    Pitamah leading the front
    Kauravas eagled formation

    Threatened the Pandavas
    Their army gliding with wings.

    Pandavas formed a crescent moon
    In centre stands adament Yudhishthira.

    Two world collides into one
    And mighty Bheema attacks Duryodhana.

    Duryodhana frightened with anguish
    Swooned his charioteer to drive away

    The great Akshauhini army went scattered
    To see Duryodhana's chariot wheels go backward.

    Then came Pitamah on the centre of action
    Forming the arc of an eagle's eye

    The sky went grey on the Pandavas end
    When rained arrows one on top of other onto Paarth.

    Arjuna at a spell of Kesava's name
    Builds a stream of arrows as a sheild.

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    Day 3.

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  • amiii_2631 22w

    Intentions are important than actions.....

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  • teokannan 23w

    Judgement Day

    There are no next births. You will suffer the consequences of your actions here and now itself!

    ©teokannan

  • _writer_at_heart_ 24w

    Tell me this,
    Tell me that,
    But i will choose action over words!


    I would love to taste bitter truth rather than sweet poison.
    Don't tell me sugar coated lie.

    I would love to listen what i lack rather than fake appreciation or nothing at all.
    Tell me at my face, i will surely ponder at it,
    Don't tell me to have fake colloquy.

    I would love to have a connection by heart,
    Except trust and dedication, no need to make promises,
    As it's action that is louder than words.
    Don't tell me big vows rather keep doing your performance.

    I would love to have the relation of humanity with all faces,
    Don't tell me your religion, caste or any other such ground of introduction,
    Tell me you're a human and i will be more delighted.

    I would love to be the best i can be for someone,
    No matter the base of bond involves need or not,
    No matter someone met me with only his/her own purpose.
    Don't tell me i am foolish,
    For if i know to be gentle, i too know how to cut my strings off with mean people, after i give them few chances !

    Tell me my mistakes or the criteria where i need to improve,
    Tell me straightforward, instead of others.
    I would love to hear that, and analyse your words.
    Don't tell ills or judge without listening,
    For every coin has two sides,
    Stop pretending yourself omniscient.

    Don't tell me sugarcoated words,
    Don't tell me this or that,
    Tell me one time something,
    And i will make sure you'll remember me for being nice with you even if you stab.
    Since, 'Karma' is always with us,
    Why would i ruin it for you or i..!!
    #peace
    #love for all
    ©_writer_at_heart_