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Weekly Contest #91
‘It’s Autumn!’ Few wilted leaves on my face conveyed implicitly. But, all these years I am curiously waiting to enjoy a Spring season in my life. Unfortunately, I couldn't. I guess my life would turn more and more bitter. Maybe, from Ugly to Grotesque. Wondering isn't? Well, I brief. My name is Marvin. People call me as Ugly and they say my physical appearance perfectly matches with my name. There's a saying, Don't judge a book by its cover. But, people won't. Many detest my shadow colored appearance and always throw a sarcastic or scary lo...
Weekly Contest #65
The ear perforating creepy noises in the midst of the dark night which sent chills down your spine, a shadow colored figure behind the foggy window or a horror face which was standing beside the corner of your bedroom might paused your heartbeat for a second and frequent occurrence of hallucinating thoughts in your mind. If, you have undergone any of the nightmares lately or in the past. It's an alarm. What kind of sign it is? Definitely not a sign of presence of the ghosts rather, it conveys that you are suffering from a mental disorder, be...
Weekly Contest #55
Time 1.30 a.m. It's a foggy winter night. The humidity in the moist air has made the non-smokers to smokers. Kelly was waiting for the arrival of that day's last train at 1.51 a.m. It's a small coastal railway station which is located near an island. She rolled her eyes and scanned the surrounding locus. Only few people were present along with her. An old lady whose hair was painted in the color of plum brown was walking from post to pillar in order to sell her last set of magazines and a middle-aged man who was wearing a leather jacket b...
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