POWER OF DARKNESS_My Girlfriend_"We got carried away by pranking." by Ye Wint Aung_The Cel
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POWER OF DARKNESS
Arjun was a young mwww.onedoor.ccan – tall, muscular and with a rugged look. He was only 27 but his hairline was receding. Perhaps to make up for it he had grown an outsize moustache. He had a degree in commerce and had now to decide on taking up a job, or study further to become a chartered accountant. It was at this stage he had lost his parents to covid in his home town. He had now come back to his third floor flat in the city which was now his own. Arjun had an admirable quality. He would readily go to the help of those who needed it irrespective of status. All who lived in the multi-storeyed building w...
My Girlfriend
Why? Why did I do it, I ruined everything with two words. Two words and all of my friendships could blow up. "My girlfriend." I had just come out to everyone I loved, would they accept me? To understand everything we have to go back about three hours. About three hours ago, at 14:56 to be exact, my best friend and adoptive father knocked on my door. Of course, I opened the door and him in, John Roler. He was tall and full of muscle, I guess that is what made him a good agent. He had jet black hair that you could only describe as unruly, he had nice tan skin that looked like he spent lots of ti...
"We got carried away by pranking." by Ye Wint Aung
Working can be very People get bored every day; every day can be the same. Sometimes we are sad, angry or others, but the one thing that cheers up everyone are laughter and joy. Even the saddest and the angriest person will laugh if they hear a joke, a really good one.April 1st, also know as April’s fool’s day is the day when everyone pranks each other. Pranking each other and having fun is the only thing in your head on April’s Fool’s day. Some people will avoid being pranked, and some are having fun pranking friends. It’s the only one day in the world when every one pranks each other, their...
The Celebration
The place was a mess: tables overturned; broken glass; food scattered across the floor; decorations heaped in piles around the room.Marge and Fran surveyed the ballroom from the top of a wide staircase.Fran squinted until her eyes disappeared into the deep sockets below her bushy, gray brows. “I don’t even want to see what’s under those piles.”“Are we it?” Marge’s tone held a modicum of hope, despite the disdainful twist of her mouth. “I mean, we could use the help.”Fran shook her head. “In maybe an hour.” She descended three steps and stopped, glancing back at Marge. “You coming or am I here ...