The Cock_The Return of the zombies_The reality of our love story._The Tale of Monolo
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The Cock
‘It doesn’t count if you’re already planning your defeat,’ Stuart warned Bernard. ‘Yes it does,’ Bernard tells him, ‘As long as I win the bet. Lose the war but win the battle, or is it the other way around? Whatever Sun Tzu meant.’ He stops preparing to leave the apartment to face Stuart, ‘Listen Stu, me cock fighting isn’t anything like you running a marathon with the razzle-dazzle of inspiration and motivation.’‘Cock fighting,’ he laughs. ‘You are too immature for someone in their mid-twenties,’ he comments before picking up the car keys and the rooster. They get in on the Crosswind, and buc...
The Return of the zombies
Wandering through the graveyard ,it felt like something was watching us.The eyes through the tall trees; yellow eyes like the light from the lamp. It was on October 31st, the day that people all over America celebrated Halloween. Juliet and I were all set up In our new Halloween attire. Juliet appeared in my room;which made my heart fall down onto the ground. I couldn't stop screaming over and over;Juliet had this attire of a zombie - it looked so scary."C 'mon Sandra,it's me,"Juliet said as she removed the costume from her head.The roof shook like an earthquake from Juliets' laughter - ha-ha...
The reality of our love story.
The glamorous world for Ryan wasn't an accident that happened over time, He was determined to make a place in the Indian film industry for himself and wanted to do whatever it takes. Life sometimes throws us things we could not catch. Or maybe we could. it would happen with everyone, and that was how it all started for 27-year-old Ryan.Ryan Parker stared at the laptop in front of him, the one he had purchased from an old shop in Mumbai. It was discarded yet working.As he researched about the new reality show, He looked around his shabby room and the three other boys sleeping in his dorm room, ...
The Tale of Monolo
The talk of the town was Jolene Normans arranged marriage that would happen sometime after Halloween. The day was supposed to be as perfect as her family, set in a crisp November afternoon as falls scent blew away the shedding leaves. Being part of the Vayne family, we would never be seen near theirs with a ten feet pole. The Vaynes and Normans have been enemies since the town was founded.It was a fateful autumn night when I decided to leave my mother's Halloween dinner party and spend time alone. I didn’t want to get caught up in the conversation of how their single, 22-year-old son is a disa...