Silence. As I continued to shiver, down on my knees.
"No." A voice came in from behind. And then the rest joined.
I kept staring at the gun. The hall remained silent, dark and mysterious.
After he started the countdown, I closed my eyes.
Death was coming.
-Nov '10
Gr8!!! Ekta script0e dhukiye dilei kella fote!! :D
ReplyDeletehi, a few lines, but painful.
ReplyDeletecan I ask, what made u write this? just curious.
saw ur blog at indivine.
RESTLESS
Thanks for the comment.
ReplyDeleteIt just came. Sometimes we are not that high, mentally. So things condensing in our minds burst out in the form of something unusual. Hope you will understand.
it's eerie that I come across this. Even my last post was a 55 fiction!
ReplyDelete:D
Mine isn't as much of a thriller as yours though.
I read your 'Unfolded'...may be it wasn't a thriller but it says a lot about the love & relationship in big cities.
ReplyDeleteKeep posting and do visit my blog. Stay in touch.
Time for goenda giri after the death knocked out :P
ReplyDeleteYour post totally comprehends the three words used in em' Silence,darkness and mystery..
exactly rabindranath's definition for short story.. :P
ReplyDeleteReally. :P
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