#drama

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  • naqsaif 1d

    Sunday is the
    Sworn enemy of Monday
    Tuesday is the best friend of Monday
    He goes around trying
    To convince him to be a good day
    Wednesday is the class clown
    He once stole Sunday's crown
    Friday is the ultimate nerd
    Yet he is the cutest of the whole herd
    Saturday,she is Sunday's sister
    She was madly in love
    With Wednesday
    Who happened to be the brother
    Of Monday.





    #wod#pod#weekend#weekday#drama#pun#paradox

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    The Weekly drama

    ©naqsaif

  • _undefined_writer_ 2w

    Play

    //"We all are actors, You and I,
    In a play which nobody wrote,
    And which nobody will see." //
    ©_undefined_writer_

  • yaksha 4w

    At first I felt it was there
    But in between it got lost somewhere


    ©yaksha

  • 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 ❤️

    @readwriteunite @writersnetwork @miraquill @mirakeeworld @mirakee_post

    #shortstory #story #part10 #heartfelt #romance #action #drama #horror #gory #pod #wod #writersnetwork #miraquill

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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...

    ©darkmoon696

  • raman_writes 7w

    नाटक

    इंसाँ - इंसाँ को चाहने का नाटक करता है ।

    जब असल में चाहता है तो नहीं बता पाता ।।


    ©raman_writes

  • grangergirl87 8w

    Abandoned

    He left. He left suddenly,without a proper goodbye.
    She stood in the driveway, staring at his slowly retreating shadow.
    A note clutched in her fist.
    "I must leave" the words in his familiar scroll inked on that square piece of paper.
    She blinked ,a solitary tear trickled down her flushed cheeks.
    She stood in the driveway.
    Like a statue, no emotions blooming on her pale white face.
    The winter breeze whispered in her ears. "I must leave" echoed through the damp grey evening sky.
    She stood in the driveway, petrified.
    All these days, their happy times, the laughter, his voice, promises and then this sudden withdrawal playing before her eyes in a loop.
    It's easy to leave. It must be for some.
    Putting all those memories and promises in a square sized note, crumpled and lost in its misery.
    The evening breeze whistled, the shadows darkened around her.
    She stood there still, motionless, acknowledging the fact that she has been abandoned, once again!
    ©grangergirl87

  • therumian 8w

    Life is a mystic drama of untold truths and succeeded lies...#life #dippression #drama #mystery #love #truths

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    Life is a mystic drama of untold truths and succeeded lies...

    ©therumian

  • marhaba 9w

    Dreams

    Amongst the life of muggles
    Amongst the life of daily struggles..
    It's ok to dream a different life
    It's ok to dream with open eyes..
    Your dreams doesn't need validity
    Your life is your responsibility..
    Your smile depends on you
    Your future starts with you..
    ©marhaba

  • vasu_maddy 10w

    Mistreated

    "Some people don't love you"
    They don't even care about you.
    They just want to stay connected to you.
    They love the benefits, so they do the minimal... a little phone call here and there, just checkin' in, thinkin' about you, etc.
    What they are really doing is maintainin' a connection, so when they need you,
    They still have a way in.

    ©vasu_maddy

  • entanglednerves 10w

    21.

    "Hey, I have been wanting to ask you - aren't you konserned about our Bhaisiya?"
    My Joru tossed this question, as we were watching the movie Indra on TV
    "Why do you say that? My Bhaisiya is my sweetheart!" I intensely replied
    "Don't you think Bhaisiya needs a Life partner? She is a successful animal actor now!"
    My Joru looked at me in the eye seeking a convincing explanation
    "Life partner? Please spare Bhaisiya from the dramatics", I increased the TV volume.

    - Paanwale ka Poetry

  • devu4u 11w

    PART OF LIFE

    Maanega dil kese, tujhse dur jo hu....
    Fr milne ki jid Krta h, tujse dur jo hu.... Dil ko mnaau kese..
    ©devu4u

  • angel_sneha 12w

    SiLenT

    I Am SiLeNt

    BeCauSe I HatE DrAma

    ©angel_sneha

  • 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 ❤️

    @readwriteunite @writersnetwork @miraquill @mirakeeworld @mirakee_post

    #shortstory #story #part9 #heartfelt #romance #action #drama #horror #gory #pod #wod #writersnetwork #miraquill

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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’....

    ©darkmoon696

  • _undefined_writer_ 16w

    .

    The girl fabricating herself a better tomorrow has no time to dwell on the petty drama of her yesterday...

    ©_undefined_writer_

  • jpwriter 16w

    No Drama

    I don't keep hate in my heart
    I keep hate at the door
    so whatever you're looking to start
    The only thing you'll find,
    Is that your attitude is poor
    I don't do the drama part
    I'm not an actor, I'm real to the core
    Keep your kiddie games at the park
    I'm a man and so much more
    The lights in the city spark
    As we help Feed the poor
    Just keep it right for what's in store
    For I have love day and night,
    Now how about yours


    ©jpwriter

  • 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❤️

    @writersnetwork @miraquill @mirakeeworld

    #shortstory #part8 #horror #drama #action #heartfelt #pod #wod #miraquill #mirakee #fiction

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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

  • write_from_my_heart 16w

    Can I open an account in your heart?

  • 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❤️

    @writersnetwork @miraquill @mirakeeworld

    #shortstory #part7 #heartfelt #drama #action #horror #miraquill #pod #wod #writersnetwork

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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...

    ©darkmoon696

  • 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. ✌️

    @writersnetwork @miraquill @mirakeeworld

    #shortstory #part6 #story #action #drama #horror #pod #wod #miraquill #writersnetwork #heartfelt

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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...

    ©darkmoon696

  • 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!❤️

    @writersnetwork @miraquill @mirakeeworld

    #shortstory #part5 #action #drama #horror #heartfelt #pod #wod #miraquill #writersnetwork

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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...

    ©darkmoon696