The Uniform_The Psychopath_Young_The Ghost Window
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The Uniform
In life we shared a name, he was senior and I was junior, but the commonality ended there.As a born storyteller, he would freely incorporate fiction, so you were never quite sure where the truth began and the story was sprinkled in. There were also some things he guarded with his silence. When he passed away at the age of forty-seven, he took many of those guarded secrets with him.One of his biggest mysteries was his uniform which I found in a metal closet in the basement after he passed away. From the documents I sorted, I found he had served in the United States Army during the Korean War...
The Psychopath
Pratik, 31, Senior inspector, sitting in the driver’s seat, looked outside the window of his car in the middle of the night and wondered what happened to the woman that disappeared last night from that neighbourhood. It was raining heavily, making it almost impossible for him and his fellow cops to further investigate the case. He was accompanied by his best friend Ishaan, 30, Sub-inspector and a recently joined constable Aman. Aman volunteered himself for this case because he was concerned about all the recent disappearances and strange murders in his neighbourhood. Aman asked calmly “Sir, wh...
Young
"Come on. Push a little harder."The nurse coaxes. She let's out a pained groan."I'm sorry, but I can't do this." she pants and falls back into the pillow behind her. "I'm tired." "No, no. You can't be tired. Come on, just one last push." The nurse dabs her olive skin with a cotton pad, soaking up her sweat. She pushes a few damp strands of hair behind her small ear and looks to the midwife positioned between the young woman's legs. They exchange nods."Come on, sweetie. Your baby's getting tired."The young lady turns her head awww.onedoor.ccway from the nurse to the other side and repeats this twice. Her eye...
The Ghost Window
The Ghost Window By Mary L. Cryns 1,567 WordsIt was 1966 in San Francisco when the gang and I met on our front porch after school. This was my favorite time of day: school over, no parents around, and we could do anything we wanted for at least a couple of hours.Wisps of fog drifted in from the ocean as it did almost every day during the summer. My house was on Second Avenue, a street crowded with Victorians and old buildings. Second Avenue ended at Lincoln Way and Golden Gate Park. The triangle of grass, bushes, and trees of that park stretched before us. Golden Gate Park our own giant backya...