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Stories (124/0)
The Unknown encounters
Nearly every day, I observe an elderly gentleman sitting on the bench next to the red phone box. I observe him waiting till nightfall, then getting up and going to the phone box, where he wanders out after a few minutes, and I witness him move away.
By Brandsandu2 years ago in Fiction
The Captive
A small ray of light entered the room from a small piece of the window my captor forgot to cover. I was taken hostage a few weeks ago and maybe even months, but then I was just not sure. I did not even know my name, or my age, my parent's name, or any sense of my presence. I knew nothing about my life, the past, or the future.
By Brandsandu2 years ago in Fiction
The Devil's Quest
The final test is over. Rishi has enough time. So when her parents asked her to visit her aunt’s home, Rishi agreed. He had two things in mind. He had never seen a forest near the city and would meet his cousin his brother De Manish there after a long time. Manish arrived in Calcutta three years ago.
By Brandsandu2 years ago in Fiction
In-Prison Nightmares
There were many in front of me, I believe, there were strange things written on the walls, scary messages and signs, these were written in blood… some are so old that the redness is faint and pale, and some are so young that he still smells of blood. The roof had collapsed; make me believe that he will break them down at any moment and crush me. I was trapped in a cage, three concrete walls surrounded me, and it was not on these walls that strange objects were inscribed.
By Brandsandu2 years ago in Fiction
A land that feeds on blood
“It's a very strange place. Don't you think so? ”I mentioned my curiosity to my four friends, Vivek, Sorav, Sonu, and Farooq, who were having fun at my side. It was a hilly forest area. There were lots of dense trees and space too. But everything like the shape of the trees, the colour of the soil, the variety of flowers was very amazing. Whatever we saw there, was beyond our comprehension.
By Brandsandu2 years ago in Fiction
She was never gone.
The deadline for submitting a publication story was approaching in two days, and Sovan had no idea what story to contribute this time. He was looking for something different than the regular articles. His boss called him, saying, “Hello Sovan, show up into my office straight away!” He was employed by a reputable newspaper publishing company. “You did admirably, but we’ve yet to get any articles from you! Mr Agarwal clarified, “Try to comprehend Sovan, we expect a massive deal from you,” to which he replied, “We expect a large thing from you.” “Yeah, of course, Sir, you need not be concerned. I’m working upon that, and I promise you won’t be disappointed,” he assured his boss.
By Brandsandu2 years ago in Fiction
Broken soul
In the pale yellow illumination of the night lamp, I was fast asleep. I started to feel like shifting to my left side about 1 a.m. My eyes were wide open for a single second while doing so, but I couldn’t shut them again. I was taken aback when I noticed a man lying next to me on the mattress.
By Brandsandu2 years ago in Fiction
A perished soul
“How did I end up here?” I kept asking myself the same question. The days had deteriorated into nightmares. Somebody was stalking me from both the outside and the inside. “What was it looking for from me?” I wondered. Was it a case of racial profiling? Maybe it was somebody’s resentment,” I speculated. My life was filled with dread. It seemed like I was slowly being destroyed. I was quietly hurting. My entire body was in excruciating pain. Indeed, I was in the middle of this amazing, unexplainable phenomenon known as “an intangible carnage.” There was a means to avoid the death that only a few people knew about. I wanted to travel and thrive.
By Brandsandu2 years ago in Fiction
A tragic death
My cousin always seemed to have a history of having supernatural encounters. He has been a witness to unusual happenings and incidents because he was only a child. He kept them to himself out of dread and apprehension. His mom and I were the only ones who listened to him. We were both in charge of trying to calm him down, giving strength, and encouraging him to keep going. He hasn’t been able to break free from his inner terror for years because the incidences never ended. I spoke with him today to tell him about a novel I had recently written that was based on his weird experiences. I must admit, mine was a lot gentler than his. He proceeded after listening to my –
By Brandsandu2 years ago in Fiction
