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Her bloodshot eyes struggled to look beyond the raging fire that approached her like death, approached everyone, slowly but surely. She tried to slide back; she dragged herself, her limbs struggling to keep up with the situation. She dropped down and her eyes gently began to close and the last thing she saw was the log house burn to ashes. Her eyes opened to a canopy of trees. The rays of the sun pierced through a small gap right through to the insides of her retina. Her body was numb and her mind was like a blank sheet. Just when she saw the burnt front tip of her shoe, an eagle swooped right above her head, welcoming her to this deadly world where an opportunity lost was a war lost. Her body balanced itself as she stood up, stumbling again, only to fall down. Suddenly, there were soft thuds that echoed in her ears as she lay on the ground in the forest. It grew louder and louder gradually. The wind was lashing against her face as she dodged everything on her way,

Wake up HARRY! Wake up brother!! I visualized something" "It's 3 in the morn,let me sleep" " I visualized about Eve, she's alive" "Don't you dare start visualizing again. You seriously need some psychological treatment"  "Harry, we can save her" "Tesa, GO TO SLEEP "   ..........  Harry is my elder brother who's doing his engineering. I don't know why he always finds me stupid. He thinks I have some psychological problems. I get premonitions. Which is unusual out here. I can visualize the things which normal people can't.  And this time I visualized about Eve. Eve is my younger sister who's been missing since 3 months. There's no trace of her. Cops had been trying to find her  since weeks  but. Eve's gone somewhere... .......... The  next morning Harry came up to me and said that he wants to know more about my vision. He couldn

Arun was woken up almost instantaneously when the thunderous sound engulfed his ears. Almost a second later a bright white beam of lightning appeared, seeming as if it momentarily tore the sky open. He saw a boy standing beside him, looking at the distant horizon. “The tree’s collapsed. The rock’s slippery. No chance of descent.” Told the boy, his gaze still fixed. Arun sighed. Memories of the night before infiltrated his mind like that of a faded dream. He and his friend, Wasim, had gone hiking into the deep forest that lay behind Arun’s newly bought farmhouse. As rumors went, that forest was an epitome of nature’s wrath. It seemed a great plan to Arun, though Wasim remained skeptical. Both had been adequately warned that the forest was only for experienced trekkers to deal with, but the vim of their youth blinded them. They had left the house full of zest and everything went just perfect. But when dusk fell, sudden heavy rain and lightning came and it seemed as

“It’s of no use, Michael,” said the usual pessimistic voice of my assistant manager. “The company – it’s in losses. We have to close down.” Alas, his words fell upon deaf ears. My body was shutting down. Starting a company at the ripe age of twenty five only to have it close down a year later was too much for my ambitious heart to take. I simply nodded at the balding man across me. I had failed my company. I had failed my colleagues. I had failed myself. Thoughts of desperation whirled through my mind. The next few moments were a blur. Before I knew what I was doing, my legs took me to the exit of the office building and I soon found myself walking towards the Golden Gate Bridge. The chilled San Francisco wind sent shivers down my spine, but I kept walking, as if in a trance. You’re a waste of opportunity. You don’t deserve to be a leader. All you do is mess things up. Maybe. But maybe, if I were given a second chance, I could make things right. If only I were a be

Inspector Edmund Reid Whitechapel H division, Metropolitan police, London. November 9th 1888. My Dear friend Edmund, I’m pleased to inform you that I have come to a decision. We shallplay a little game. I fully intend to make this a mutually beneficial arrangement. If you win, which you sir, shall surely not, I will confess to you all my crimes. However if I win, which I surely shall, I want immunity.  This day, the 9th of November 1888, I shall be committing my 5th and last murder. I intend to murder yet another woman, a certain Mary Jane Kelly.  She too like my other victims commits sacrilege on a daily basis, pollutes the very institution of marriage. I shall educate her. I shall wash her sins away in her own warm blood. To make this little game of ours more interesting for me, I shall not change my modus operandi.  I searched for this consummate fool of a woman in many of the shady back alleys of London. And being an arrant flirt as I am, I charmed her