Harish pillai
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A Ghostly Mystery
It was a dark and stormy night when the residents of the small town of Ravenswood heard the news that the famous Ravenswood Manor was up for sale. The Manor had been abandoned for years, and the townspeople were excited at the prospect of a new owner coming in to restore the grand old house.
By Harish pillai2 months ago in Horror
The Devil's Playground
It was a dark and stormy night when Rebecca and her friends, Jake and Emma, decided to explore the abandoned amusement park on the outskirts of town. They had heard rumors of strange occurrences and ghostly sightings, and they couldn't resist the thrill of it all. They had heard stories of people who went in and never came back. But they were young and daring, so they set out to explore the park in the middle of the night.
By Harish pillai2 months ago in Fiction
The Power of Haiku
Once upon a time, in a small village nestled in the mountains, there lived a young boy named Hiro. Hiro was a curious and adventurous child, always eager to explore the world around him. However, he was also quite shy and struggled to express himself verbally. Despite this, he had a love for writing and would often scribble down his thoughts in a small notebook he kept hidden under his pillow.
By Harish pillai2 months ago in Motivation
The Case of the Missing Heirloom.
It was a typical Wednesday afternoon when Detective Emma Williams received the call that would change her life. The caller, an elderly woman named Margaret, claimed that a valuable family heirloom had been stolen from her home. Emma, who had been working on a string of burglaries in the area, immediately agreed to take the case.
By Harish pillai2 months ago in Fiction
The Haunting of Willowdale Manor.
Willowdale Manor was a grand old house that had stood for centuries on the outskirts of the small town of Ravenswood. It was a place of great beauty, with its grand white columns and sweeping lawns, but it was also a place with a dark past. For many years, the manor had been the site of strange and terrifying occurrences, and the local people whispered of ghosts and hauntings.
By Harish pillai2 months ago in Horror
Broken Reflections
Oliver Dark. A shiny reflection to it that made him consider stranded whales, smooth with oil after a big hauler spill. He blew smoke down into it and watched it whirl and wait like a mist. Gradually, it blurred and the highlights of his face returned in disconnected structure, divided in the undulated fluid. Divided, he thought. Pulled separated. The fluid settled further and his face came into clear view inside it. Broken. He pulled on his cigarette, breathed out and carried the espresso to his lips.
By Harish pillai2 months ago in Fiction
