Death is a truth_The Storyteller and the Keeper of Words_Evidence_Eden's Cage
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Death is a truth
My sister's wish made the earth lose me. Phase of covid completely changed my life ,yes! It did probably till the time this story gets out I might be buried!Vaccination was taken lightly in my home we all had icecream party after it and my dad even went to work next day. 1st day it was all good but on the second day he got high fever. He was taken to a doctor immediately and he prescribed him some pills. These pills worsened my dad's condition. He went for a covid test and came out to be positive."Riya call the ambulance!" My mom screamed with tears in her eyes. "Rub my back and my chest, I ca...
The Storyteller and the Keeper of Words
As long as I kept my eyes closed, I could pretend everything was okay. I could ignore the rocking of the wooden cart beneath me. The straw poking through my pajamas. The cold nipping at my fingers and toes. The pounding headache that came from having too much to drink the night before.It was the sound of goats bleating in my ear that finally convinced me to open my eyes.There were six of them tied to the cart. Each took turns snatching mouthfuls of straw from my makeshift bed. They stared me down as they chewed. Their rectangular pupils gave me the creeps.I sat up and tried to rub the sleep fr...
Evidence
Author’s Note: Hi! Sorry I’ve been posting much less lately, I’ve been really busy. Anyways, I hope you like this one, The Faithwood Series is my favourite on here, and this doesn’t exactly make sense without reading it. And this is the last one, I promise. Evidence (A Compawww.onedoor.ccnion Story to The Faithwood Series)A Crime Short Story by Ana GovindasamyTrigger Warnings & Disclaimers: Death Themes, Murder, Suicide, Depression, Substance Abuse, Self HarmAnayaMy heart is pounding. There she is. Just…lying there. At my feet. Dead. Blood leaking out of her. It was an impulse. The knife was just supposed t...
Eden's Cage
You have no idea what is coming for you once the sun sets. You—my savior, the man who found me taming beasts—can never understand. You—my salvation—are my shackles. Watery ash streams down the walls of the domed aviary and pools in front of us, suffocating what little green survives in the Wastes. You mention how fortunate we are to be far from the coast. I force a chuckle at your joke that at least the hurricane did us some good. It did little good for the Burrowers. I wish I could drown their screams with those of our conures. I wish I could ignore your leer, but there it is in the reflecti...