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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.

A man hit by a car in New York in 1977 got up uninjured, but lay back down in front of the car when a bystander told him to pretend he was hurt so he could collect the insurance money. The car then rolled forward and crushed him I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy!

“How long have we known each other?” Jasmine asked her friend. Eyes on her, he answered. “Three years.” “Let's sit,” She said. He obliged and joined her on the stairs. He knew that whatever she has to say was heavy. She turned to him with a bright smile, “If you were a sex worker, how much would you charge for a week?” “An entire week?” Jasmine nodded. “Yes.” This was one of the reasons she loved him. His ability to entertain her many out-of-the-world questions without deeming her crazy or shushing her.

it was an erotic story ,titled the hot kidnapper) I raise an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in my eyes. I push off from the desk and walk closer, my heels clicking on the floor. “A story, huh? You think you can just walk in here and write a tale for me? How about you show me what you’re made of first? Tell me, what’s your fantasy? What gets you going in the dark?” I lean in, my breath warm against your ear, my large breasts pressing against your arm. (Pushing the paper to you I ask you to read it aloud ,you cheeks turn a faint red as you try to explain you brought the wrong story,I press a finger to your lips shushing you and telling you to read, you read it all)

Everything goes well and day went like this in the night when sukoon was having her dinner with her family adeel says princess we want to talk to you, hearing this she looked at his father and says yes dad tell me what you want to talk,? Princess do your dinner first then i will tell you said adeel sukoon nobbled her head and eat her food ,after dinner all three of them sits in the hall and adeel told soha to make sukoon’s favorite coffee soha smiles lightly and went into the kitchen, sukoon looks at her father and asked tell me dad what you want to talk about?

she said again. When her Mom first told her that she was going to be changing schools, she wasn't happy, she hated being the new girl at school, the one that everyone stared and pointed at but now, she was determined never to let some spoiled brats at Maverick High bring her down. She finished with breakfast, picked up her backpack and went out to the car, her Mom got into the driver's seat and they were off.

She reassures and I just stare at her. “See, you are the problem. You tell me these stories and then when I repeat the same story to other people they don’t believe me.” I whine as I look at her with annoyance. “Honey, trust me I would love to tell normal stories but you don’t have one and that is what makes you special.” “Well, not all my stories are crazy,” I say as I defend myself. “Okay, I am sorry. So how did you two meet?” she asks with a smirk, knowing that I have a crazy story to tell.

He was surprised. "Yes. The Samurai's are the strongest when it comes to the assassin's world. I will tell you a story Paul. A long time ago there were two brothers, the elder one loathed after the younger one, and would do everything within his power to make sure his younger brother was not loved by their father.

"Transferring during second year is such a weird time." "Some stuff happened at my last school, so my aunt told me to just transfer. Plus, my dad graduated here, so I thought I'd try it out too." "Did you get into a fight or something?" Crimson asked. "Please, I'm too scrawny to get into a fight. I'd instantly be knocked out." "Then can I ask what happened?" "You can't." I replied almost immediately. "I'd rather not talk about it." There was a bit of an awkward silence, but then suddenly, Scarlet looked like she lied down, but she actually fell asleep. "That scared me!" I exclaimed as I held onto my chest.

He was a walking testament to that. The children were uneasy. "What story do you want to hear now?" he said after a break. "About the warrior of Mortas," one of them said. "I want to hear, what happened with the warrior," said the other. "I want something entirely different," the girl said behind them. "A love story, no doubt!" one of the boys mocked her. "No, I don't want that!" she replied. "The warrior of Mortas is a good story." "What happened after the duel?"