A Curious Experience_MR. X and Mrs. Y Cruising the Caribbean_YOU CAN'T_Anonymous Adventure
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A Curious Experience
The Cottonwood Trees were still bare, though the empty branches had brown tips as if they had been inpidually dipped into milk chocolate before being sloppily dried. The little bumps seemed ready to burst, and she wondered if they would explode before her very eyes.“If only I can be patient…” she thought.While she waited, her mind wandered. Eventually, forgetting that she was practicing an exercise of patience, she rolled onto her belly; her right side slightly elevated, her left arm cradling her head. Her right ear still took in the sounds of the creek and the wind but her left ear, pressed a...
MR. X and Mrs. Y Cruising the Caribbean
The adrenaline is a friend that makes our life pumps with the power of life. Mr. X was alone at the deck, looking into the dark seawater of the midnight. An image of a lady waved in his mind. He did not dare to talk to her during the week of cruising the Caribbean. ‘She looks like a black widow spider eats the male after they mate. Yet she has an irresistible appeal that makes me sweat and causes my heart to beat fast,’ Mr. X did not have enough time to go further talking to himself. Mrs. Y came to the deck holding a glass of wine and stood not far from him looking into the dark seawater of mi...
YOU CAN'T
"You can't!" This was not a maybe or a soft request. This was a demand. "Don't make me repeat myself!" And of course he did. "YOU CAN NOT!" I said again but louder, stronger and with clenched teeth because I knew who needed a swift kick up the wazoo in a way. Kyle rolled his eyes and tried to play nice. "I get it." he said to his buddy. He knew what Chris was telling him with a nice, yet with a heavy hammer way of making him stay safe. It was a reminder of a time not long go that Kyle tried and failed nearly cutting his leg off. It was a moment gone wrong and not for the right reason. Chris wa...
Anonymous Adventure
“Someone help! Please!” I clamour, sounding very desperate. Thwww.onedoor.cce next second I clasp my throat as if someone is trying to strangle me to death. It is that I suddenly fall down and wake up. I’m pretty sure that was a lucid dream. I change into a sitting position and switch the lamp on, trying to relax myself. I take a quick glance at the time and conclude that it is 4:30 am. My parents are out for some business trip and my elder sister has gone for a sleepover for her friend's birthday. Hence, I am alone in the house. Ever since I began watching horror movies, the depth of dreadfulness in my tho...