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The Crime Lord's Legacy of Lies
Calen was having a rotten day. Granted it had started off well, with him stumbling across a portal into the future. The portal hosted endless possibilities for him and his gang, possibilities that hadn’t had any time yet to come to fruition because he had been severely distracted by one crucial aspect of the future. His reputation. Calen Garesh was the most feared and revered gang leader in the smoking, cobbled cesspit that was London in the early twentieth century. His gnarled fingers of influence reached out and entwined themselves into the very foundations of the city. No one could so much...
Coffee stain
Hera bobbed her head slightly, as 'fuck the neighbors' by IRON REAGAN blasted in her large neon headphones. Her green-dyed hair french-braided at her back with a yellow ribbon. Her grey overly large sweater draping on her knees, accompanied by her brown scarf. Her black legging tucked in some brown uggs. Her clothes are greatly amplified with her whooping height of six foot three.Her pink lips turned into a smile as the train slowly came into view from her hazel eyes. She pulled out her phone and pressed next. Smoothly walking towards the train, covering up her excitement inside.She was gonna...
The last Promise
Once upon a time in a faraway land,- no, no. I can’t begin this story like this. This is neither a fairy tale nor a tale of pirates and dragons. I don’t want the traditional laidback cliché attached to this. This is the story of two friends. Two friends whose lives revolved around each other. They were like two stars in a galaxy joined by a delicate thread of love. Ajay and Prabhakar met in an unexpected way. One night there was a heavy downpour. Ajay, a young bespectacled lean boy of sixteen, went to the market to buy fritters. “Bhajiyas” or “bhajjis” as we call in Hindi. They are deep-fried...
The stairs
He’d been here before. The stairs were spiralling up, out of sight. The journey to walk them exhausted him. No matter how much he exerted himself, he still found himself at the bottom of them. He continued and pushed on, but got nowhere. Each look above was greeted by the same scene of endless stairs, going up, up, up. He was out of breath and paused for a moment, he looked above, and then below. He’d made absolutely no progress. How was this even possible? He’d been climbing for hours now. The staircase was glimmering with a golden sheen under the moonlight.Just as his body hit a wall of agon...