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THE LOCKED ROOM
One fine morning, the clouds loomed ominously in the sky. A light rain began to sprinkle its eerie blessings upon the Earth. My father was preparing for his duty, unaware of the dark turn his day would take. In those days, mobile phones were non-existent, and transportation was scarce. Yet, my father managed to reach his office on time. Shortly after, he received a transfer letter that would change everything. He was to move to the Primary Health Centre, as there was no one left to tend to the accounts department. He informed my mother to pack our belongings and prepare for a move to a remote rural area, at that time my mother was pregnant, having 5 months child with her. Within six or seven days, we relocated to our new house, a place that promised both dread and excitement.
By Softwardai 2 months ago in BookClub
Tag you're Dead
The Girl Who Stole Death Mara Vale dies on a Tuesday. The stairwell smells like bleach and rusted rainwater. Someone has taped a crooked motivational poster to the wall—KEEP GOING—its corners curling like dead leaves. The fluorescent light above her flickers, stuttering between existence and oblivion.
By Dragon Matthew Wood - Hillman2 months ago in BookClub
The Mountain That Accepted Every Footstep
The mountain did not judge ability or intention. It absorbed every step equally. Some climbed to conquer. Others to understand. The mountain offered the same silence to all. Meaning came not from the summit, but from what each climber carried down.
By GoldenSpeech2 months ago in BookClub
The River That Refused Straight Answers
Whenever someone asked the river a question, the current shifted but never replied directly. Reflections bent. Sounds distorted. Answers came later, in unrelated moments. The river taught that truth rarely travels in straight lines.
By GoldenSpeech2 months ago in BookClub
