Resort party at the forbidden forest_The Unexpected Rendezvous_Strictly Between You And Me_The Revel
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Resort party at the forbidden forest
Resort party at the forbidden forestIt was a huge resort near a dark forest that was said to be haunted and no one dared to visit that forest and the one who visited it never comes back alive and if he returns alive, he dies in a weird manner. Roney was trying to sleep, it was 12:00 night wolves where hauling and the door opened slowly. Roney was in the peak of fear then suddenly a music and that where his friends outside. A night party was arranged in the occasion of Schai festival celebrated by the local tribal which was sponsored by a business man to celebrate it in the resort near the fore...
The Unexpected Rendezvous
Normal was that night in Nice, France. I was strolling along the sidewalk surrounded by beautiful, light pink trees. When I turned away from my path, I heard screaming. Jerking my head towards the sounds, my eyes captured a woman, lying on the road. A red puddle oozed from her lifeless body. Running in panic and hearing two other screams, I slammed into a wall and fell like a chopped tree. Dazed, my eyes tried to refocus. I saw three men dragging five women into a huge van. One man was holding three knives covered with blood. “Memorized their faces!” my brain shouted, “Foolish of them to not w...
Strictly Between You And Me
So another season of Strictly Come Dancing comes to an end. That’s Dancing With The Stars to those of you in the good old US of A. It’s not been the same this year, what with the pandemic. There were fewer contestants, a much-reduced audience, all with strict social distancing and masks, and the contestants could not commiserate with the losing contestant each week. No hugs, no fond farewells. And there was no Bruno this year. Okay, so he was there, and every week he joined inwww.onedoor.cc the other three judges, Craig, Shirley and Motsi, for a video chat, but we didn’t have the joy of his live reaction t...
The Revelation of Bones
The morning of Friday, June 11th, 1999 began unlike any other morning in my life to that point. I was living in a tiny efficiency in the Upper East Side of Manhattan, and the morning light was bright against the wall that hosted my bed. Before I could even identify that it was morning -- or that I was human being, for that matter -- a prophetic, three-word thought appeared in my mind. I might have even said it out loud, though no one else was there to hear it: DeForest Kelley died. It was as random a thought as I’d ever had, and anyone who knows me understands...