I.  AM.  T.I.R.E.D. I was tired of the world, my nagging parents, my teasing friends, my annoying siblings, my cheating spouse, my obnoxious children. I am debilitated. I am fatigued. I couldn't bear the exhaustion any longer. I wanted peace. I wanted felicity. I am hungry. I am angry. So, I took out a knife stabbed and cut the body of the chocolate cake into pieces and savoured the taste , forgetting my agony. I saw Nina glaring at me. Mammaaaaaaaa!! Nina screamed. Mammaa nooooo!!!! Ahhhh!! No honey, sorry. I ain't giving you the chocolate cake. Ahhhhhh!!! Stop screaming dear. I will buy you another one. Much Better than this. Noooooooo!!! Mommm!!!! That is not a chocolate cake!! That is our cat!!!!! That was the last time I spoke to mom before she went into coma. Note: The author of this page has experienced this.  1 subscribe, 1 pray for her.

      George saw the children playing in the garden, giggling and jocund while he was taking a brisk walk with his parents. He saw their merriment and sighed. If only he was as lucky as the other children. If only people did not judge a book by its cover. He had no friends and spent most of his time in solitude. He did try making friends but failed. Some were frightened by him, some thought he was cursed and malevolent, others ridiculed him. The despised school as he was always bullied and taunted by his school mates. He loathed himself. Tears rolled down his cheeks. Poor George was born with a tumour in his face,which when removed left his face permanently disfigured and grosteque. His parents always tried to cheer him up. They tried to convince him that he is not ugly,he is just different but it was of no use. George knew himself. He sat on a bench, gloomy when suddenly,he heard screams and welps in agony. He followed the source of sound only to...

                             TOO LATE I woke up, sweating profusely, my heart pounding, my body paralysed by fear.  I was petrified and shocked. I felt my blanket sliding down under the bed, as if pulled by somebody. I got up and peeked. I was right. There was someone under my bed! I screamed in horror. The dog heard me and started barking which soon stopped... I got up and screamed " No, not today! Every horror story kills the innocent dog, but not this one. Listen you dog hating demon, if you have the guts fight with me, but leave the dog! No one kills the dog!!" "Too late!" it chuckled. "Now it's your turn to suffer the same fate as the dog!" I was furious and outraged. "No one kills the dog!" I screamed. The demon   was running towards me with a knife, but I was smart. I took out my gun and shot the already dead ghost. Dead. I got out of my room and I was mortified. The walls st...