Shyam barged into his room—one hand clutching his backpack—closed the door behind him, and sat on his chair. The chair groaned below him. He placed the backpack on his lap and swept all his books off the study table. He unzipped the backpack quickly and carefully took out something that looked like a stone. He […]
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The metal door creaked open and Vijay stepped into the musty room. He closed the door with his back against it and walked towards the rusty and heavy pedestal fan placed a couple of feet away from the table at the center of the room. He didn’t pay much attention to the person sitting on
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[Read Part 1] Ricky pedalled fast. His heart raced as he imagined what he would do to the nerd. Must be glued to some book. Fucking idiot, he thought as his rusty bicycle took him along the old and forgotten road. He pedalled faster. Adrenaline rushed through his veins and he could feel it. His
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At first glance, Vishnu’s room looked like any other 10-year-old boy’s room. A bunch of toys on the floor in one corner, an old study table littered with battered books and worn-down pencils in another, and a heap of musty clothes from earlier that evening’s football match near the bed. Just like any other boy’s
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Ricky took a step back, threw the matchstick into the tin can, watched it catch fire, and exhaled. Its squeaking sounds were muffled by the crackling of fur and flesh. He looked on as its white coat turned ashy revealing the pink of flesh underneath. He always enjoyed this part – the part where you
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