Anr Stories Novels & Stories

Jonah is twenty-three and works late shifts at a warehouse across town. Most nights he ends up at the same small bar three blocks from his apartment because it’s quiet, the pours are honest, and no one expects conversation. Soren is thirty-two and works the bar four nights a week. He’s the kind of bartender who remembers orders without writing them down and notices when someone’s been sitting too long with an empty glass. At first the exchanges stay short and professional. Then the nights start stretching. Last call comes and goes. The walk out back for a smoke turns into longer conversations. Neither of them is in a hurry to leave.

Everyone has a crush they never actually got over. Harvey cherished his old friends greatly. Many of them were from way back in middle school, so, of course, they knew about his past. That was just his way of loving—loud, proud, and impossible to miss. I was woken up by the rattle of notifications and stared at the screen in a daze. This group chat gathered his close friends, and I never wanted to miss anything, so I hadn't muted the group. The party had just been a spark, and the tinder was a bunch of small details I was concerned about that led to the outburst.

, Karan spoke. "Then get out.", Anan replied as he saw Anvi who's enjoying her soup. "I miss mom, family, and....dad most.", She spoke. "Here's dad exhibition...go and check out, you'll love it.", Karan spoke as he gave her a brochure. "Thanks, bobo...", She smiled and buried into her soup again. Karan and Anan went back to the sofa as they saw the news. 'Your Vastav's and that Mishra's will only die in my hands...I'll kill each and every single one of you...and you are the start.', The memories flooded back to her.

The above sentences are the thoughts of the author about what he thinks, but it is my duty to tell all the things he has in his mind. The space science and the beginning of the human era, why I always talk about the past, why I'm interested in the dead stories, why I tell a tale of another time, why I don't like the present and, also why I'm not narrating about those dumbasses who were about to close the mysterious case of random killing by an unidentified criminal (creature)? You might have so many questions and confusions about the fact that I puzzle a simple story in what we call a Riddle…? But you can still believe in me that I'll give you a gift tomorrow.

I wrote this down in my notepad . I quickly got up and turned my head hearing voices behind me . " Did you think you could run , I love to play hide and seek . Would you like to see what I do to them after finding them ? I punish them just like I'm about to do ." He spat out . Please leave me I'm begging you just kill me , death would be better than a life like this . " SHUT UP " He shouted . "Guys lock her up ." He said to his subordinate ." No, please leave me , don't do this , I'm begging you , leave me ! " I shouted with all my might but to blocked ears . I'll never be strong please leave me. I shouted as I exited the room . How I wish I could have amnesia. That way I would be able to e

I asked her in a cold voice. Archana was looking at me with a bewildered expression then she quickly said to me “ My cell phone was stolen yesterday from the bus for a few hours then I came home to find some important documents to complain to the police authorities but when I was about to leave my house, I found my cell phone at my doorstep.” “Wow,” I said and clapped my hands loudly. “ Wow, what a fantastic story, you could be a good storyteller you know, you are a pathetic liar Archana,” I yelled at her.

We even drove to the supermarket to get some snacks, but regardless of what we had been through before, they both were either just silent or just argued. In the village of Nuar, things have been hectic. Lately, its inhabitants have been very nervous with the growing wave of sudden disappearances. But Stuart, a private detective, had taken a call from Meredith, his brother’s ex-girlfriend with which he had had a very close intimate relationship... This looked like a horrible horror movie that would end up making us laugh. What else, however, when I turned to my side, I could see how Melanie clung to Frank’s arm, while Frank only took the opportunity to be closer to her.