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Submitted to Contest #91
The storm picked up, the terrors of the night howling owls celebrated the reunion of the 'A' group, gathered in one lonely corner of the library. Their whispers had lured the young librarian to fall into a cozy sleep, as they picked on the empty silence to fill it with their malicious schemes. "Are we doing it?" "No!" Saima, the tallest from the group, snapped. "You are doing it." "What if she finds out?" "You have been prolonging this for a month, Shaheera." Saima scowled, worry echoing in her tone. The group of five sat down arou...
Someone had accidentally slipped in a dark secret, harbouring within the walls of the Jameela Villas, and Beenish had encountered the storms of such a mistake. The murder of Jameela Khan, a widow...the details of her murder had been sneaked into a lonely corner of an innocently sweet library. 'Was it a joke? A prank?' Beenish didn't care because along with the murder confession was frustration shared about not finding the jackpot hidden within the lonely borders of the Jameela villas. Holes have been dug, plots have been scavenged f...
Submitted to Contest #90
Hearts seldom notice sounds when they are broken. The momentary hitches in the road, the smoky-cooked smell of beef, the dusty view, everything perishes when one is depressed. Feeling the sudden bumps in the road simply push on her back in a subtle form of annoyance, Mona stared out at the open meadows and felt a lonesome tear trickle down her left cheek. Around her, there were parched souls, loud families and proud riders enjoying the chaos of travelling in a cheap train. These are elated person, joyful souls who were custom to the stai...
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