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Part #1A storm was blowing out that night in the town of Emyn Myn. The thunder claps were heard in the empty halls of the house as they echoed in the building. James was sitting at his desk, doing overtime, with a heater at his feet, drinking a warm cup of coffee. The rumbling sound of thunder reached his door, rattling the door handle. He glanced at the handle, he thought there was something more to why it moved this way. Something more queer, something supernatural, perhaps calling him outside. He thought his mind was getting the better of...
Downtown Chicago was making a racket tonight. The noise is drowned out by the rain. A storm is blowing. There is mist in the air, and I stare intently at the pages in my files, placing a certain dankness in everything he touched today. He has been sitting upright in his Ford Explorer in the parking lot of an apartment building for some hours now. There are practically fissures in the backbone of the building, and it does not look fit to last many more years. My back starts to give me a piece of it, so I decide to put the paperwork aside. I k...
It was a fine summer day in Avonlea, with an abundance of sunshine, and if you sat close and listened carefully, you would hear cheers of jubilation coming from class 8-B. It was the last day of school, and Hades was reveling in the joy with his schoolmates of hearing that final school bell at two o’clock, indicating the end of the school session. Hades was his name; this rather shy, early teenage boy would always be in the best mood, and today, especially, he resolved that nothing would spoil his mood. On the way back home, he thought about...
Jamal was at his desk, seated snug on his chair, playing Valorant: his favourite video game. He was an avid gamer plus streamer. He would lose hours in these video games, his headset latched to his head, his keyboard clacking mechanically non-stop: an observer might say he was addicted to it. This resulted in his declining performance at school, as well as the usual banter he would hear from his parents and all the repercussions he would face later on. On a certain day, Jamal, as per his customary behaviour, hands clasped on the keyboard and...
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