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  phoneky.com You can’t shed your clothes Someone else will do it Without any shame Don’t you know? It’s all in the game! 💄 CREAK

  pinterest.com  Then she stands  With her arms wider And jumps over the hill Like a bird with new wings She flies. 💔 CREAK

  emito.net Like a restless soul So it’s time for me to go And do Suicide 🔚 CREAK

  https://tenor.com Bukkum raised his arms high, his fingers turning into claws, and swiftly lashed out at Heeralal’s chest, tearing it open. Then, his claws tore at its prey’s face, and then he put his claw deep inside its prey’s chest cavity and pulled out the heart from its cage.  Heeralal felt his eyes bulge; he coughed blood and died! Bukkum threw the heart against the wall.  The heart made a loud splashing sound as it was stuck against the wall for a second, and then it slid down the wall to the floor, leaving a trail of blood behind. ☠️ Summer 1981:ChilkaVillage: An old man was murdered, and his death released the beast Bukkum, and then life tried to run away from death but failed miserably. SHOOTING MR SUMMER & 7 STORIES- Author GAUTAM K MIRCHANDANI is a book of such exciting and thrilling tales. Click on the link below the cover.   SHOOTING MR SUMMER  

  gifdb.com She is all alone  She is all alone Four walls can’t make a home She is all alone  She is all alone 🍷 CREAK

  giphy.com Vasayama glanced at his watch again—12:15 PM. ‘Where is this new trainee.’ he thought, scanning the crowd streaming out of the coach station. Every being was in motion, hurrying to destinations in every direction. He leans against the pillar, resisting the urge to look at his watch again. ‘We will be late for the staff meeting.’ he reminded himself. He was also feeling hungry. Suddenly, he straightened up and noticed a female figure walking briskly in his direction, literally zeroing in on him. ‘She must be the one.’ he told himself, straightening his shoulders. The figure stopped in front of him, and he could hear her hard breathing from three feet away. ‘Riyika?’ he offered. ‘Vasayama?’ Riyika countered. He nodded in reply. Riyika smiled in relief. He noticed that she had a beautiful smile. A kind of smile that lit up her immediate surroundings. 👽 Riyika's first day at work turned out to be just another day at work, or was it more than she thought it woul...

  pinterest.com That way, this way It’s always what they say That way, this way I can’t think of what to say. 💫 THE DESOLATE STRETCHES OF THE MIND

  pinterest.com GOD creates us all beautiful. However, some of us neglect taking care of it and later complain about not being beautiful. Beauty is what one feels inside and not what one shows. The first step to staying beautiful is to have a positive mind, a clean heart and clear concussions. These three are the A1 factor for staying beautiful forever. If your mind is not positive, then you will always have a worried look on your face, because you are always thinking about negative aspects of life and things around you. A worried-looking face means more wrinkles and a dull, tiring, stressful-looking face that hardly smiles. If your heart is not pure and holds hate, jealousy, envy, for others, then it will reflect on your face, and no make-up can cover it. Because hate, jealousy and envy are like three wicked sisters, and they will always show themselves openly, no matter how much you pretend to be nice or put up an act of being nice. Finally, yet importantly, is the concussion. A ...

  GAUTWORLD Tonight you left me Alone to fight My nightmares When you know All my life I’ve been resting Holding you in our bed 👤 THE DESOLATE STRETCHES OF THE MIND

  .pinterest.com Forget the pain and pride Got two mouths to feed Her old parents Back at home Have to do it Until death  Takes her for a stroll! 💔 CREAK

    http://www.youtube.com/@ImagineIamI Anupama peered out at me through fatigue-filled eyes, and there was no recognition in her brown eyes. I froze, looking at her appearance. Anupama’s natural brown colour, waist-length hair, dishevelled and unwashed, and the green evening gown she wore had stains on them. Her feet were bare, and there were dark circles under her brown eyes, as if she had not slept for weeks. “Anu, it is I Vikram Shah your cousin brother Vicky.” I ventured to look at her. There was a flicker in Anupama’s eyes, and she blinked them several times and then said in a hoarse voice. “Vicky, is it really you, oh thank god, you got my letter.” “Yeah, I received it yesterday, what’s wrong?” I asked. Anupama sighed, and a relief flickered across her face. Then she chattered, “Please come in, mama will be so glad to see you.” She caught my hand and tugged me into the house. I stepped inside. (Later, when I recollect that moment wryly, I think that one step I took in t...

  gifs Hope is a fantasy Dreams a game of devil Tonight I live to die 💔 CREAK

  GAUTWORLD Pause, take a break And make a new start Remain at peace Just follow your heart Think? ♟️ THE DESOLATE STRETCHES OF THE MIND https://notionpress.com/in/read/bizarre-tales-hardcover

  gifs Too many parts Like an unsolved jigsaw You and I 👤 CREAK

  GAUTWORLD Vijay was shaking with rage, if he had a gun he would have shot everyone in sight as none of them deserved to live as all of them suffered silently, never protesting against wrongdoings, so they all should die, and the same goes for him too as he too didn't shout or protest but was moving like a sheep with the others and stood outside the gate of the electricity office and stood at the main road and hailed a passing auto to head towards home and face his bickering stupid father. 👹 V ijay I ndurkar, livid, will take him to a step of no return. To read the full story, you can click on the book 'Amputated Minds- A Story to Tell' link. https://notionpress.com/in/read/amputated-minds