Hidden love_Wargandu: The Apocalypse_A Different Point of Shoe_The Djinn Ring
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Hidden love
It was During lockdown only I knew her inner hobby for painting.i .become engrossed in her passion about painting, she lived besides my house.she lived lonely with a child girl. , husband toured outside city regarding job work.he sometimes took a week to return home.she remained alone beside her hobby she paint on child painting book, she draw mostly upon two couple sit on garden nobody around her.some time shes uses dark paint to show her feeling and emotion.she sometimes make mask to a while away time.her child in kindergarten age group.no school open only online study was going on.she dis...
Wargandu: The Apocalypse
Toronto, Canada. 2021Peter gulped down the last of the beer and www.onedoor.ccthrew the bottle out of the window, letting it hit the road next to a car earning him several honks of disapproval. He swore and punched his own horn, then grumbled something about “minding their own business” and kept on driving. He had just gotten out of the bar after being kicked out when it closed, but he had several cases of beer in the back seat. He meant to save them for when he got home but thought, with everything going on, he deserved this. By “everything going on”, he was referring to being fired from his job at an e...
A Different Point of Shoe
No doubt, you all know of the Evil Queen’s magic mirror. I expect you’ve heard all about the Beast’s enchanted rose. And how could you not be painfully aware of the goose that laid the golden eggs? Magic mirrors, enchanted roses and golden eggs. Poison apples, spinning wheels and magic beans. All of these things are familiar features in the stories that you know, every magical item had its place. They delightfully bewitched you and have never relinquished their power over you. What you don’t know is, well, everything else. Magic takes more than its fair share of the spotlight. I’ll bet you d...
The Djinn Ring
The Djinn RingMy wife and I laid on the bed of our winter residence in Goa. The doctor looked bemused as our hearts were beating slowly, yet all blood pressure measurements showed hypertension! We kept slipping in and out of consciousness, however, core temperatures remained normal, internally we both felt like a raging fire burnt! Our bruised arms showed black needle marks from endless tests. I looked towards the doctor, checking our blood results for the umpteenth time! A light wrap sounded on our apartment door. It made him lookup. Unannounced, a frail old Indian woman, wearing a burgundy s...