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One Night StandThe flight landed early in the morning. The rented car was waiting; I put my luggage in the boot, took the keys and started at once. I had a long way to go and it would take me full day. However, by 4 in the evening I was able to reach only up to the city. I was not accustomed to driving in the hills and journey was slow. It would take me at least four more hours to reach the site and it was dangerous to ride in the night on the hill roads. I decided to stay for the night. I asked one of the passers by the way to the guest hou...
Weekly Contest #96
The train had started moving and I was standing before the door. Suddenly I saw a girl running towards my coach dragging a big suitcase and a bag. I stepped down from the train, grabbed her luggage and put them inside. Then I lifted her from her waist and put her inside the coach and followed her. She was breathing heavily from running. I examined her from head to toe. She was wearing tight jeans and a top that appeared to be plastered to her body. She had good figure with a lovely face, crowned with bobbed hair. By that time the train had s...
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They call people like me ‘serial killers.’ I like to kills the people. Especially the girls that look happy. Nobody has a right to be happy in this world. The call bell was ringing. I looked at my watch, it was 07 in the morning, time for the maid to come. I opened the door. She was there. She was a young girl and OK to look at, but what I liked most about her was that she always looked sad. A few times I saw her crying and shedding tears. When I inquired she replied that it was her father who used to beat her almost daily. Other times...
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