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  • darkmoon696 2w

    This is part-9 of my ongoing short story. I hope that you'll give it a read and comment below to let me know of any grammatical mistakes and also any inclusives to the next part. I'll surely consider them and implement in the next part. ✌️ Happy Reading ❤️

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    The Short Story-Part 9

    Dominating all the voices, there is a horrific male voice screaming ‘This is the beginning of the end; Satan is going to rip your tongues out’. The priest sprinkles the holy water over April’s body while reading out verses from the bible. Natalie and I can hear her skin burning, as the drops fall on her.

    Just when our hope started diminishing, ‘Get him out of me, please!!’, April yells in her voice and this brings back the hope that she is still in there, struggling. The demon starts rupturing her body from within and we can hear her bones cracking. It gradually becomes difficult for us to hold her down, so we get a rope and tie her hands to the back and her legs to the chair.

    As the priest continues yelling out numerous verses, suddenly, the cupboard placed right behind the priest tumbles over. Lucky I got him in time and pushed him away, saving him. The cupboard was intentionally pushed over by the demon as well as all the flickering lights, floating tables, and chairs. ‘Tell me your name, demon’, the priest yells at April in hope of a name to weaken its powers. The priest sprinkles the holy water and places a cross at April’s forehead that creates a bleeding cross mark on her forehead. The demon inside her groans and yells ‘Butcher’....

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  • darkmoon696 3w

    Reflection

    She stared and stared,
    As my body twitched,
    As I am left alone, scared,
    With my teeth clenched.

    I lay there, impotent,
    Remorseful, seeking her help.
    She stood still, gullible and innocent,
    And lingered till my last breath.

    Little did she know,
    She would fade along with me.
    I Consumed pills hoping it wouldn't show,
    "You are adhered to me, and yet you couldn't see?"

    After all she was a mere reflection,
    Restricted and forced to be a clone.
    But her pale eyes, after the pills,
    Changed my mind but it was too late.

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  • darkmoon696 3w

    This is part-8 of my ongoing short story. I hope that you'll give it a read and comment below to let me know of any grammatical mistakes and also any inclusives to the next part. I'll surely consider them and implement in the next part. ✌️ Happy Reading❤️

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    The Short Story- Part 8

    ‘Well Hello there!! April, I guess we haven’t met each other till now’ the priest says, as he got up from the couch. April is confused and a bit scared from seeing the priest. ‘Yes, we haven’t till now’, April replies. We all get together in the main hall and the priest places candles all around the room at every corner. After he is done placing the candles, he comes to us, while we are sitting around the dinner table. The priest takes out a bible from his suitcase and two bottles of, something that appeared to be some sort of sacred water. I turn off all the lights in the house and return to my chair.

    We gave a couple of sleeping pills to April, mixed in her glass of water, without her consent. She had this glass of water after a couple of minutes of her conversation with the priest. The pills knocked her out, which made it easy for us to hold her hands and legs while the priest started his prayer from the Bible. Eventually, April’s body started feeling heavy for us, and difficult for us to hold.

    After a couple of minutes into the exorcism, we start hearing the same voices from April, that we heard every night. Natalie and I are petrified watching our little girl like this. Dominating all the voices, there is a horrific male voice saying ‘This is the beginning of the end; Satan is going to rip your tongues out....

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  • darkmoon696 3w

    This is part-7 of my ongoing short story. I hope that you'll give it a read and comment below to let me know of any grammatical mistakes and also any inclusives to the next part. I'll surely consider them and implement in the next part. ✌️ Happy Reading❤️

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    The Short Story- Part 7

    This is the second time since Lexi’s death that I am caught off-guard and completely shook. I charge into the room, grab her tightly and haul her to the bed. What surprised me is the fact that she’s still intact, in an unvexed sleep. This continued for nights with every night being the same. First, the weird eerie noises make their way out of April’s room, and then the whispers accompany.

    One fine morning, I decided to bring this to Natalie’s notice. ‘Natalie, are you hearing any voices during the night?’ I ask my wife with an espresso in my hands. ‘No David, why do you ask?’ she asks with a grin on her face. ‘Nothing to worry about Nat, but I am going to tell you something and this is going to sound crazy’ I say, as her smile fades slowly. ‘I am hearing disturbing noises and assorted voices from April’s room, for the past few nights and there are instances where I was passing by April’s room and noticed her, floating’. I haven’t seen Natalie, this tensed, in ages. She sits in the chair, in front, and says ‘Sorry I wasn’t honest with you earlier. I am hearing them, as well. David. I think we should call a priest and find out what is happening’ she says, in a relieving tone.

    The next day, we call a priest to visit us in the evening. We lead him to April’s room and he senses a strong negative presence. We call April to reach home as soon as possible from her friend's place. When she arrives, I notice that the priest is shaken for a minute or two before he started talking. ‘Well, Hello there!! April, I guess...

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  • darkmoon696 4w

    This is part-6 of my ongoing short story. I hope that you'll give it a read and comment below to let me know of any grammatical mistakes and also any inclusives to the next part. I'll surely consider them and implement in the next part. ✌️

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    A Short Story- Part 6

    Natalie and April are still asleep and I didn’t bother to wake them up and scare them with the bad episode I experienced last night.

    After over a day of thinking, I call Brandon, the broker, and tell him to rush over to my place. ‘I don’t know what to do, Brandon. I am going to call the cops this afternoon.’, my voice trembles as I say that. ‘Let’s not call the cops right away, David. There is enough evidence to put you in a tight spot and well, you know how the cops of this town are. They wouldn’t hesitate for a second to put you behind the bars’, Brandon said. As disgusting it may sound, there is no choice for me other than to get rid of the body before the neighbors realize it.

    Hence, we decided to dispose of Lexi’s body using the chemicals that I have with me as part of my research. I don’t want to startle Natalie and April so I make sure they don’t get to know what happened in our basement.

    A few days passed by and one day as I get up to go to the restroom at 2 in the morning, I pass by April’s room and find her floating in the air with her blanket on. A bolt out of the blue, held me in that moment, frightened as hell. Suddenly, I am pushed back to reality with the sound of the wind gusting through the windows, take over.
    This is the second time since Lexi’s death that...

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  • darkmoon696 4w

    'Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.'
    -Khalil Gibran

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    Crippled Love

    Living a hazy lifestyle,
    Nights filled with sleeplessness,
    A thousand words away from your smile,
    My only companion, loneliness.

    Unable to endure the pain,
    Started searching for Us,
    Amidst the lines, with an overburdened  brain,
    Of the songs, that we used to listen to, as Us.

    Was Unaware of my true self,
    Until I found you.
    Now, I am here, a grieving self,
    As you emerge anew.

    I prepare the stage for myself,
    To act as you pass through,
    Locked hands with someone else,
    Crushing me to a world I never knew.

    Years of unscathed love,
    Dreamt of a lifetime together,
    All turned to a pain, I'll never rise above.

    Nothing left for me to do,
    But to hope, he can replace me,
    In those dreams of ours.

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  • darkmoon696 4w

    This is part- 5 of my ongoing short story. I hope that you'll give it a read and comment below to let me know of any grammatical mistakes. I'll surely consider them and implement in the next part. ✌️ And feel free to guess how the plot's gonna be in the next part✌️. Happy Reading!❤️

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    The Short Story- Part 5

    ..I find Lexi, my colleague, stuck to the wall, in front, with nails going through her wrists and also ankles. This horrific scene makes me puke over two times and only after which, I realize there is blood all over the floor and there is blood squirting its way out of Lexi’s mouth. I slowly return to my senses and hear muttering.

    That’s when I find Lexi still alive, speaking something. I get close to her, crying and still in shock. ‘My...husband....I....kill’, saying so, she dies.
    I run as fast as I can from that dreadful scene and end up in my car parked in the garage to spend the rest of the night frightened and terrified.

    “Huh, Finally”, I sigh, gazing at the sunrise from the garage windows, and slowly get out of the car. I walk into the house past the back door with the baseball bat still in my hands completely shook due to the awful episode that happened at night. As I rest on the couch in the living room, I am pushed into my sphere of thoughts on the reason for the death of Lexi...

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  • darkmoon696 4w

    This is part-4 of my ongoing short story. I hope that you'll give it a read and comment below to let me know of any grammatical mistakes. I'll surely consider them and implement in the next part. ✌️ And don't forget to guess what's the plot gonna be like in the next part, in the comment section.✌️ Happy Reading!!❤️

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    The Short Story- Part 4

    I walk out of my room and progress to the basement with the noises continuing along with a soft banging at the basement door. These daunting noises make me think if there is someone in the basement and I rush to the garage to get a baseball bat along with a torchlight to defend myself. Just as I commence my return, the power goes off, so I continue walking towards the basement with the torchlight on.

    As I reach the basement entrance, I find that the door is wide open and the lock is shattered on the floor. I hold the baseball bat firmly and move slowly into the basement onto the steps. As soon as I step inside, I sense a rotting smell in the air which makes me nauseous. “Ahh..what died in here”, I say, as I cover my nose. I shine the torchlight across and check if there’s anyone in the room excluding me.

    Walking slowly, with my hands held onto the walls of the room, I explore further and that’s when the torchlight goes off. “Aha!! What a perfect time for this bloody light to malfunction”, I exclaim in a sarcastic tone. After a couple of tries, the light finally comes back on and as I shine it on the wall infront, I see a sight that will haunt me for the rest of my life....

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  • darkmoon696 5w

    This is part-3 of my ongoing short story. I hope that you'll give it a read and comment below to let me know of any grammatical mistakes and also any inclusives to the next part. I'll surely consider them and implement in the next part. ✌️ And also feel free to take a guess in the comments on how the next part's going to go.❤️

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    The Short Story- Part 3

    ..Until one day as I am laying comfortably on my porch swing having my espresso, I get a call from my colleague regarding her visit to my new house. I am excited to meet her as it’s been a long time since I met anyone from my workplace. The following day, Lexi, my colleague, visits, and we celebrate our reunion with some drinks and we have a great time sharing our thoughts.

    ‘Time flies by, talking to you David.’ Lexi says, taking a glance at her watch. ‘Well, it’s always a pleasure to have a couple of drinks with you, Lexi.’ I say, gazing at her brown tensed eyes. I can easily figure out from the look of her eyes that she has been tensed for quite a while but I don’t want to enquire her and make her uncomfortable.

    ‘Well, the pleasure’s mine David. Thank you for this day, I should get going now’ Lexi says as she starts to pack her handbag. I drop her off at the bus stop at the corner of the street and return, realizing that I need to rest for a while. So, I go straight to my bedroom and take a five-hour nap.

    I wake up at 10 in the night and have a bunch of biscuits for dinner before I sleep again. Exactly at 2 in the morning, I wake up from the weird eerie noises coming from the basement, which is locked up, by the previous owner for some reason. I walk out of my room to the basement...

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  • darkmoon696 5w

    My name is David and I am 48 years old. When I was 14, my father died of cancer, and three days past that, my mother died too, due to depression. Since then, I have been living with my uncle, George, and aunt, Emma. I have lived most of my life in company with various chemical elements and chemical reactions.

    People say that ‘Love is a chemical reaction between two people’, but, in my case, despite working with numerous chemical reactions, I find myself incapable of having the so-called ‘chemical reaction’ with anyone. After a ton of struggle, I managed to find a woman for myself, at the age of 22. Natalie, who has been very supportive of my work, is a kind-hearted person. At the age of 25, we have ourselves a cute girl, April, who is outstanding in her studies.

    Past my retirement, I had done nothing except working on my research regarding an element that had been found recently. As days passed, it started to be a bit difficult for me to cope with this new kind of life. So, I discussed this with Natalie and we decided to move to a new house, hoping a change in my environment can help me.

    Hence, I contact a broker, Brandon, to help me find a house suitable for me. By the end of the month, after a rigorous search by me and Brandon, we finally find a house, in line with my family’s requirements. It took us two months to move into the new house and I like the fact that the house is located in the woods and far away from the annoying city noises. Everything is going good until....
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    A Short Story- Part 2

    This is part-2 of my ongoing short story. I hope that you'll give it a read and comment below to let me know of any grammatical mistakes and also any inclusives to the next part. I'll surely consider them and implement in the next part. ✌️

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