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The Dark Knight. I recently watched the Chris Nolan helmed, superhero/action based thriller. And to put it into simple words, I just loved it. And as an avid movie watcher, and a mighty big Nolan fan, I will tell you why this film is a must watch! (Even for a Marvel fan)

Firstly, a film of such genre, where people wearing capes, masks and colourful costumes, isn’t what you think of first, when mentioning the name, Christopher Nolan. Now what you would think of is: Mind bending plots (Count your Inceptions and Interstellars here).

But with a score of 9/10 on IMDB and a staggering 94% on Rotten Tomatoes, Nolan has done something extraordinary. Where once, the superhero genre was perceived as a circus show, Nolan has created one of THE best comic book adapted superhero movies, till date. Released in 2008, this film is truly way ahead of its time (Special mention to Sam Raimi and his 2004 classic Spiderman 2 as well). The plot conveys serious themes, and the film throws a big punch of action, all under the influence of a masked vigilante (Christian Bale), and a psychotic criminal (Heath Ledger of course), who strives to bring chaos and anarchy to the streets of Gotham.

With a big red smile on his face, a thin and strange, yet chilling voice, and the infamous one liner question, ‘Why So Serious?’ Heath Ledger delivers the performance of his lifetime, and till this day, is perhaps THE best big screen version of the ‘Clown Prince of Crime’, or as we call him, the ‘Joker’. And I should also mention that the ever so phenomenal Christian Bale, does one big job, to bring both, billionaire Bruce Wayne as well as the cowl wearing ‘Dark Knight’ to life.

Lastly, when you combine the greatness of Hans Zimmer’s extraordinary background scores, with ingenious direction by Nolan, this film (undoubtedly the better of the other two movies in the trilogy), automatically becomes a magical cinematic experience and, definitely, worth watching.

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It was only a matter of time before Sally Rooney's novel with a devout millennial following would be adapted for the screen.The show premiered on Hulu.

An account of the stormy relationship between Marianne (played in the show by Daisy-Edgar-Jones) and Connell (Paul Mescal).

"Normal People" was, albeit unintentionally, one of the most problematic romantic dramas to arrive on the scene in quite some time.

The standout achievement of “Normal People” was the chemistry between Marianne and Connell, which crackles with a surefire sense of chemistry due to fantastic performances by Edgar-Jones and Mescal.

“Normal People” is not about normal people. Yes, everyday people are imperfect, and our personal insecurities influence every facet of our lives and relationships, oftentimes unintentionally. Still, the majority of “normal” people learn from their mistakes and attempt to avoid falling into the same traps in the future, and if they do not, consequences await. But in order for “Normal People” to warrant any recommendation, the show desperately needed a resolve.

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Have you been just introduced to the world of Digital art? Are you also a beginner like many others? Then this product is for you.
The tablet is of 6x3.5 inches in size, It comes with a non-battery pen which has a firm grip. Its has no display or screen - the surface can be used to indicate positions on the display of the system to which you have it connected via a USB cable (usually PC or laptop screen).
1) If you are an art student, You can use this tablet to create digital art.
2) If you are a teacher, it can be used to scribble on the whiteboard while taking classes

Pros:
1) The pen works great too and has two customizable buttons that can be pretty handy.

2) Battery-free pen.
3) Best for beginners

Cons:
1) A bit small for every-day artists
2) The USB cable is a bit short

All in all it's a good purchase and I would highly recommend it.

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Tiny Pretty Things, based on archer school of ballet in chicago (Spoiler alert) is probably the best show I have ever watched. I started watching out of boredom but ended up binge-watching it. It is full of dark, suspense, murder. The best thing I liked was that all of the characters were given equal importance, In the end, the death of the president creates tension (who killed him? how it happened?) I swear you won't be able to sleep & will just think about it most of the time. & the excitement to solve the high school murder cases on your own before anyone else finds it in the series? it feels like an omniscient professional detective. If you all really like such stuff to watch, go ahead! don't waste any time. I promise you won't regret it.

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Movie Review
We've come a long way since the fist 'The Fast and The Furious' was released back in 2001. I've always been a fan of cars and this film series was always the one I looked forward to because let's be honest Dom and Brian are living every car guy's dream life.
Now about the movie, this Justin Lin iteration is like nothing we have seen before. The action sequences are absolutely top notch and you will surely feel the adrenaline pumping through your body as you watch this masterclass. Races, cars, weapons and most importantly family ;) ((shaan maam ke liye its a meme 'family')) everything is packed perfectly into this blockbuster. With twists and turns you'll never expect and the everlasting humor between Tyrese Darnell Gibson and Christopher Brian Bridges, this movie will surely blow your mind. I fully recommend this movie to anyone wanting to experience thrill and comedy together.
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i hated this movie :(

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Watching Sairat was a decision a long time in the making. Every day for the past 2 months I had been hit by a flurry of reviews, Instagram posts and messages regarding the beauty of this film, but I wasn't still entirely sure- I have very specific tastes, for one, and a regional Marathi film never quite seemed to fit the bill, but I gave it a try nonetheless, fully expecting to be let down. To my surprise, Sairat was everything I'd hoped it would be, and more- it is a gust of fresh wind in an otherwise stagnated film world, and a great reminder of why we watch movies in the first place- it moves you, excites you, makes you hope, and then destroys you too. It is a piece of marvel, if there ever was one.

Set in the backdrop of a sleepy Maharashtrian village, Sairat (meaning 'free') chronicles the love story of village hero Parshya (played by the very underrated Aakash Thosar) and his college classmate Archi (played by ever amazing Rinku Rajguru, whose funk and charm shine through in every scene and make her one of the most promising debutantes we have right now), who is the daughter of an MLA. All characters, from the two main leads  to even their best friends, are fleshed out so masterfully that you start to empathize with them even without meaning to do so, and the music album (composed by music maestros Ajay-Atul) is perhaps the best churned out by any industry in the last 10 years. Seriously- I may not understand many of their words, but I still feel lifted by the ethereal chords of Sairat Zaala Ji, understand the plight of Archi's racing heart through Aaatch Baya Ka Baavarla, and bop to the very masala rhythm of Zingaat- a testament to the power of music.
Overall, Sairat manages to break every single mold it finds (including the cliches most commonly associated with romantic comedies- props to the director for making me love romcoms again), and manages to transcend even the barriers of language to make its way directly to your heartstrings. A must watch for all cinema fans everywhere, its core message will stay with you long after the film has ended- be bold. Be free. Be sairat.

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RAZER NAGA PRO:
This product is amazing for people like me who are into graphic designing, gaming, and video editing. It has all the things a gamer would want, but firstly let me tell you how user friendly the mouse has been made. It is both Bluetooth and USB 2.4 accessible which makes it useable with almost every computer and device, be it a PlayStation or an XBOX or just a normal PC and as soon as you connect it to your PC, it asks you if you want ot install the Razer Synapse which basically allows you to customize all the buttons on the mouse and you can adjust the DPI (Dots per Inch) and set levels which can be controlled by the buttons below the scroll wheel. The best feature about it is the detachable thumb side, the box include 3 magnetic thumb accessible sides with different amount of buttons which can all be customized, there is the number pad module which has buttons from 1 till 12 and you can assign all 12 of the buttons to whatever you feel like which can be really helpful in using the shortcuts while video editing and graphic designing and also can be useful while gaming, the price of the product is also decent for the quality we're getting. I have been using its previous version (Wired edition) for 3 years now and as soon as I got to know that a new wireless version is coming, I just had to buy it. 9/10 product! Its ergonomic feel is very nice and easy to use for almost everyone but I have big thumbs so it gets a bit difficult to accurately press the side numpad buttons.

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The day before yesterday I ordered "Before the coffee gets cold" by Toshikazu Kawaguchi. This book truly belongs to people who need a pinch of fantasy on top of their nonfiction. No more no less the exact amount of fantasy you want! Kawaguchi divides this book into four different segments depicting completely four different types of human love which makes it a crazy emotional ride. Although there are numerous characters that you are going to walk through from the very beginning but by the end of the plot, you'll realise that it was worth investing to understand each one of them. Toshikazu will leave you in tears by the end of the plot by making you feel satisfied yet incomplete and trapped.

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Aastha- One of the best choices I made recently was to purchase the fantasy novel- the night circus from Amazon. The novel is over 500 pages, as fantasy novels go, and one of my major concerns when buying the paperback version was to accidently break the spine of the book. It's wretched thing to do to a book and all readers would agree with me on that so when I went on the quest to read the book it surprised me to see how well binded the pages were. Not to forget the thick spine strong enough to survive thunderstorms on its own ,so no matter how wide you open your pages you are guaranteed to not hear the crack of your spine breaking. Having bought books from other websites too, I could see that from Amazon purchasing was made inexplicably easy with easy returns and exchange policy- showing how they really care for their customers. Moreover, the website also understands the desire to put your hands on the copy of your beloved book as soon as possible so with a premium account ( that is free for a month !) You get an even faster delivery. If you are someone like me and can't resist the personal touches to your purchases you'd love to know that they also delivered a limited edition character bookmark with your favourite quotes free of cost. Amazon might not be the most popular choice for purchasing books from but once you give it shot you're bound to become a loyal customer. 5 stars

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Aastha- One of the best choices I made recently was to purchase the fantasy novel- the night circus from Amazon. The novel is over 500 pages, as fantasy novels go, and one of my major concerns when buying the paperback version was to accidently break the spine of the book. It's wretched thing to do to a book and all readers would agree with me on that so when I went on the quest to read the book it surprised me to see how well binded the pages were. Not to forget the thick spine strong enough to survive thunderstorms on its own ,so no matter how wide you open your pages you are guaranteed to not hear the crack of your spine breaking. Having bought books from other websites too, I could see that from Amazon purchasing was made inexplicably easy with easy returns and exchange policy- showing how they really care for their customers. Moreover, the website also understands the desire to put your hands on the copy of your beloved book as soon as possible so with a premium account ( that is free for a month !) You get an even faster delivery. If you are someone like me and can't resist the personal touches to your purchases you'd love to know that they also delivered a limited edition character bookmark with your favourite quotes free of cost. Amazon might not be the most popular choice for purchasing books from but once you give it shot you're bound to become a loyal customer. 5 stars

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‘The Good Doctor’ might not be the most accurate or medically correct but it’s emotions move the story forward. The show is about an almost perfect doctor who moving to a new city to start his new surgeon life. In a new city which is surely gonna test his autistic sense. The show falls under the category Medical Drama with a little of humor and tension added to it. The graphics and the rationality of this show is what separates it from other tv show such as House Md and The Grey’s anatomy. It’d would be a great show for a medical student as it includes many obscure cases which helps in allowing the people to have a broad and a new approach everytime.

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The global pandemic has literally forced all of us to move our entire lives online and while this has been convenient (we can now take official calls in Pajamas, come on), it brings about some very practical problems. One of the most frustrating being keeping your spine like a banana and then wondering why you're getting chronic pains. And I know what you're thinking, 'she's gonna tell us to sit on a table and work' Well that's there, but this product, The Amazon Basics Laptop Stand WILL change your life. It's light, it does not require you to rest your laptop on a stack of books and well it looks super professional; who doesn't love that? Oh and it's also pretty affordable, just sacrifice a Burger King Meal and you're good to go! Do yourself a favor and go buy this from the link given below.

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After many, many months of reading the sci-fi/dystopian setting of Worm, by Wildbow, I can honestly say that this web serial, spanning over 1.7 million words, has managed to pierce even my dark, cold heart and move me to tears. Yes, you read that right dear reader, I was moved to tears by this beautiful web serial, a feat not even managed by other works such as 'a fault in our stars' and the award winning 'your name', whose reviews can be found on my website. Compared to a lot of other stories, the world building in this story is impeccable, and the writer has managed to make us sympathize with every character, in their story arcs. But beware, dear readers, for this universe has taken the words "All it takes is one bad day" quite literally...

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Vista print gives small business owners a chance to depict there own creativity and provide them with tools to make professional level marketing material. Compared to other printing websites or offline designers and printing press shops, Vista Print just requires you to pick your design, sign off your order and relax as it will come to your doorstep. Vista print is comparatively more professional, better at quality and value for money.

While Vistaprint started by offering basic printing services for small businesses, the company has expanded to offer printing services for practically every need, including:

Business cards

Photo calendars

Signage

Clothing and bags

Labels and stickers

Branding services

Website and digital marketing

Logo design

Vistaprint stands by everything it sells and has a complete satisfaction guarantee on all orders. If you’re not satisfied with your Vistaprint order for any reason, its customer care center works with you to find a solution, whether it’s reprinting your order or refunding the cost. I would suggest all of you to give Vista Print a chance and the enjoy the amazing experience of relaxation and excitement when your order arrives. If it comes to rating, I’d give 5 stars out of 5 to Vista Print and it’s services.

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Review

COD does not match your typical stereotype of video games. It is a stellar experience with an amazing design that will keep you hooked from the beginning; not to mention the realistic gameplay it has to offer to you. It is a perfect game for all age groups who don’t have anything to do in their long boring holidays. The game has many levels to clear which makes it intriguing and also a bit challenging for beginners.

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Book review
The Silent Patient: Serves on it's psychological mystery promise.

Murder mysteries are hands down the best genre. It’s a known fact, I suppose. The suspense really gets to you until you reach the end of the book and the twist comes as hard and fast as a slap across the face. The silent patient is mind blowing. Perhaps, because of the characters… Well, take in a psychotic patient, who had allegedly been accused of stabbing her husband to death, and a physiatrist who was blown away by this case. Doesn’t seem quirky, does it? What if I tell you that Alicia- the patient- had nothing to do with her husband’s murder. And perhaps because this book is designed to make you question the people around you; no one can be trusted with your darkest secrets. Imagine someone whom you trust blindly, with your secrets and your trauma. And all of a sudden you realize that the individual behind your trauma was the one who wanted you to spill all your secrets for their solace and satisfaction. Twisted isn’t it? I am not here to spoil the book for you, but I just want to let you know that The Silent Patient sneaks up on you Like a silhouette on a badly lit street. You really don’t know what to expect.

Alicia has been portrayed as the worst patient a psychiatric ward could ever have. But, one thing that drew my attention was that she loved her husband so wholly. Well, I wouldn’t be surprised if she loved him more than herself; I mean, she was head over heels for him. Then, what led to the murder of Gabriel is one question that will remain unanswered till the very end. Until Theo- the psychotherapist- steps in and takes over the case; the sheer confidence of this man to solve the case is inexplicable. Where all other psychotherapists have failed to solve the case and break Alicia’s silence- so that she confesses- Theo is overly confident that he would be able to solve a case that seems to have a dead end to it before one even starts to dive into the whole case.

In brief, let me tell you, it’s confusing. One would really have to devote all their time to this book to be able to wholly grasp onto what’s being written; but, believe me, it’s worth the wait. You’re in for a rollercoaster, buckle up, is all I can say!

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Book review

Tuesdays with Morrie is a memoir written by Mitch Albom about his old sociology professor.

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There were rocky footmarks designed to walk on the way to the green reserve that had been there for more that a few decades now. I was standing in front of the rusted gate which creaked and squeaked making other people feel eerie about this area, but not me. I kept investigating a few things around and slowly slithered inside. It was all green the thick layer of pollution that abided me to touch the nature has now vanished. It was a mini jungle which was well kept by the nature itself. The pair of tiny green birds fluttered away as soon as they saw a human like me. Nobody has been here for more than a decade now. The tiny water droplets covering up the firm green leaves started brushing off as I moved past them. The scarlet sky was almost dissolving out in the dark blue clouds which brought me a sense of peace and calmness. The crickets over the banyan tree started their rhythmic harmony which brought less pain to my ears than human chattering

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I walked through the big, shiny gates and see a vast amount of land in bright green grass, very evenly cut. You could see the morning mist on each bright green, grass petal. There were nicely trimmed bushes at the edges of the park along with neatly trimmed trees, there were people running along the running track and you could hear the birds chirping and people walking their dogs. The elderly were laughing and sitting on benches, it was a beautiful day!

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#1:  "Five minutes, Martha- that is all the time you can have."
It was so easy for her to say that- just two little words, and her job was done. But how could I wrap up years worth of memories in just five minutes?

We were leaving today- but that probably doesn't surprise you. I mean, the big grey van standing outside could have told you as much. I had known that this day was coming, but I didn't know it would come so soon. Time is weird- it flows like honey when it comes to events you are looking forward to, but is a torrential river when you want it to stop. But no time can stop me today- I know what I have to do, and I definitely will do it.

The garden gate is open when I run up to it- Noel, the gardener, is quite scatterbrained sometimes. The black iron gate doesn't seem all that imposing today, however. It faces forlornly away, as if afraid to meet my eyes. It knows I'm abandoning it. I step gingerly inside, and am greeted by drooping sunflowers on my right. Their limp body mirrors my mood exactly, and I gently turn them aside on my way forward- I can't stop, no matter how I may want to. The rains last night were quite unforgiving- the whole garden is drenched, all the plants sopping wet. In my head, the dew on their leaves resembles teardrops- and I can't help but tear up a little too. Alas, there's no time.

The big banyan tree near the wall doesn't seem to have really gotten affected by the whole ordeal- it still stands as tall as ever, a solemn sentinel guarding the garden. That fills me with hope- the tree will work just fine for what I have in mind. I dig a quick hole at its side, and the effort (mixed with the humidity in the air) leaves me panting. I take out the picture frame from my pocket- it's a smallish frame, nothing ornate, with a colorful photo inside. It's a photo of me, from around six years ago, sleeping below this very tree, surrounded by the flowers. Oh, how peaceful I look. I take one last look at the photo before I throw it into the hole, and then quickly cover it up with mud. There- now it'll stay there.

I run my fingers across the scraggly brick wall on my way out, my heart a little less heavy. I may be leaving my precious garden behind, but at least it'll always have a piece of me in it. I can hear the van honking in the distance as I run out, leaving the garden gate open behind me. I throw it one last glance before leaving. Goodbye, garden. Thank you for all the great memories.

#2:I can smell the garden long before you can actually see it. A gentle breeze wafts out towards me as soon as I turn the corner, its arms full of the earthy smell of soil and dew as it playfully nudges my nose and beckons me  to keep walking. I can feel small pebbles crunching beneath my feet as I make my way forward, their sounds slowly harmonizing, almost like a humble little procession proclaiming my return. It's been a while since I've seen the garden- I was away on business for the last few months, and the green shoots in the garden were still struggling to be seen when I had left. What must the garden look like now, I find myself wondering. Does the red-crested robin still visit it everyday, or has it now moved on to greener pastures? Are the plants finally flowering now, or did they crumble in the face of external pressures? Oh, what must the garden look like now. My thoughts cloud my brain as I walk down the path, and I almost walk straight into the garden wall. Silently shaking my head at this display of air-headedness, I turn away from the wall and clasp the iron garden gate and gently swing it open.

I feel the air leave my lungs as I look into the garden, and disbelief floods my mind. The garden- it's...it's...beautiful. I can already feel like I am in a different world- the path in front of me is overrun by green creepers, their stems serving as the main bridge connecting this little paradise to the outside world. The honeysuckle has now clambered all over the trellis next to me, and their bright yellow color fills me with positivity and hope. Even the roses are in full bloom- their blush-red petals hide coyly behind their leaves, as if shying away from any external eyes. Spring has truly sprung- everywhere I look, there is a plumage of dark and light green greeting my eyes. I hadn't even begun to take all this in when I saw it- the pile of brambles and rags that rested on a nook on the wall. The robin- it's still here! Almost as if in response to my musings a blur of red and white shoots past me and makes its way to the nest, it's head now bobbing in and out and its black, button-like eyes fixed on me. Is it just my imagination, or can I actually see a spark of recognition in its eyes?

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I step inside, the grass cushions my foot, its soft threads tingling my feet. The freshness of the wet but not wet grass was incomprehensible. Miniscule drops of water floating on the grass tips. The plethora of colorful flowers formed a barrier between the outside

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Aishwarya

Story 1- Someone leaves the room.
I thought that I was all alone that night; the lights in my room flickered, but I didn't think much of it. This always happened, I was immune to it. But, all of a sudden my heart started to pound heavily, the silence that mingled in the room sent a chill down my spine, and for the very first time, I dreaded to gaze in sheer darkness. What was this inexplicable feeling? It almost felt as if someone blew air on my body, but there was no one, or at least I was under that impression.
Within minutes, I was confident that I wasn't alone that night in my room. I stuttered whilst I said, “Is...is anybody there?”. There was no response. But the urge of wanting to find out who it was, was real. I hastily got up from my bed to find out who it was; my legs trembled in fright as I forced myself towards the door, my hands turned as cold as ice, and I whimpered as unobtrusively as possible. Imagine your worst fear turning into reality; I experienced it. The spirit of an aged man- who had passed away a couple of years ago due to a natural calamity- kept getting closer and closer to me. I could see him, vividly; well built, dark brown hair with a hint of grey, and piercing green eyes that were visible as in when the flickering lamp threw some light in the darkness. My hands and legs shivered- I was cold- making me nearly incapable of moving a step ahead. All I was capable of doing around that time was, scream; my scream pierced the dead silence in the still of the night. And then, he was gone. He left the room; it was almost as if he vanished into thin air within a blink of an eye. Why was he here? That's one question that will remain unanswered.

Story 2- Someone leaves the room
Samantha, and her two friends- Layla and Rose- hear a knock on the front door. It was around the time of Christmas, and the three of them nestled around the fire, shared stories and sipped on hot chocolate. It was a typical Christmas Eve. Not knowing who it was, Samantha left the room and headed towards the main door to attend to the knock on the door; hopping across the hallway, she felt the cold breeze bounce off her cheeks, swiftly shifting weight from side to side. On her way, she screamed on top of her lungs, “Who is it?”; she couldn't digest the sheer contentment down her stomach. “Is it mumma or is it dad?”, she anticipated. Samantha was confident that her brother wouldn't make it this year.

But as soon as she opened the door, it was Jake, her brother whom she hadn't met for three years. For a minute or two, there was pin-drop silence- Samantha gasped in excitement at the sight of him- and even the euphoric sigh of joy seemed to be louder. The moment of shock was curtailed by Samantha hugging her younger brother extremely tightly, leaving no breathing space between the two. The tears of happiness were a river flowing down both their cheeks.

Catching each other up on their lives whilst walking towards the hall, their smiles shone all over their face. Rose and Layla had no clue who the person behind the knock was, but their reaction would certainly be worth it as they adored Jake. Genuinely adored him. Giggles got louder than words in the hallway, and Layla and Rose were extremely curious to find out who it was. And as soon as he set foot in the hall, there was definite silence. The two girls’ reaction was gold; their startled eyes met his, without even the slightest blink, and their faces froze. They were Speechless. After a minute, Layla stuttered in enthusiasm, “Is this real? How...how did you get here?”.

It's safe to say that the knock on the door changed their entire evening.

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horror: someone brings a chair to the dinner table
i looked around the dimly lit room with scrutiny, the rusty chandelier hung low and was the only source of light in this abandoned house Noah had the keys to. He was standing by the mantle looking through the myriad of things placed on it with intense focus. the ashes on the fireplace floating in dark waves upwards combined with absolute silence in the room give it an eerie feel. my body has been in full alert since the second we stepped foot in this place. my eyes constantly searching the very cause for this tightening feeling in the middle of my chest, the turning of my stomach and the paleness of my body. stealthily, a breeze enters the room through the ajar front door and creeps up my body. the breeze is light yet simultaneously heavy like a wet blanket on my shoulders. i shudder and close my eyes trying to calm myself. thats when the silence is broken by a screeching sound of someone pulling the chair near me. i ,sigh briefly, and am about to ask Noah to leave when my eyes notice there is no one sitting on the pulled chair. And noah? he too has disappeared into the thick, icy air around me.

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Story 1:
"Are you in here, Maddy?"
I hear Lonnie's voice echoing across the room, its eeriness seemingly multiplying with each successive echo. I hunch down and grab my knees, slowly dragging them away from the edge of the cupboard. I slow my breathing down, slowly stuffing my nose into the blue cardigan next to my face. I must not move- no, I must not move.
"You know, I'll find you anyway. Try as you might, you'll end up giving something away- and that is when I'll win." I can see her from here, the glinting edge of a knife clearly visible from the cracks of the cupboard door. I gulp down the panic rising in my throat.
"Are you in this cupboard, Maddy? God, that's pathetic."
Lonnie walks over to the cupboard, her face just inches away from the door. I prepare myself for what's coming- she's going to find me. God, she's going to find me. I can practically see her throwing open the doors and laughing triumphantly. I can see her hands reaching for the handles when there is a suddenly a noise in the next room.
"Oh Maddy, I knew this was coming. Didn't I tell you that you would give something away? Well oh well, let's not drag this out any longer."
Lonnie walks out of the room, twirling the knife in the palms of her hand, and I heave a sigh of relief. I can feel tears forming in the corners of my eyes, but I drive them away- now is not the time to celebrate. Now is the time to escape.

Story 2:
"Are you in here, Maddie?" I hear Lonnie's voice echoing across the room, and I can practically hear her suppressing her giggles. I crouch down deeper into the cupboard.
"I'll find you- you know I will. I'm the reigning 'Eye-A-Spy' champ, and I won't lose this easy. Keep quiet all you want, but you're going to give something away soon- and that is when I'll win!" she says the last sentence in the most sing-songy voice she can muster, and that only makes me even more desperate to win. Somebody needs to destroy this  'Eye-A-Spy' rant of hers, and who better than her younger sister to take away that throne from her. Oh, the look on her face will be priceless when I win!
"Are you hiding in this cupboard again, Maddy? I thought you wanted to win!" I can see Lonnie coming closer to the cupboard doors, and I hold my breath. She's going to find me. Ugh, she's going to find me again. Suddenly, the clouds part and send a little good luck my way- there is a sudden noise in the next room.
"Hmm, maybe you aren't such a dum-dum after all. Even you wouldn't repeat a hiding place."
Lonnie marches out of the room, mumbling under her breath the entire time. I heave a giant sigh of relief when she is gone. I almost punch my fists too, but stop just in time- no, there is no time for pre-emptory celebrations. Lonnie will be back, and this will be the first place she'll check. Now is not the time to relax. Now is the time to escape, and find a better hiding place.

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'Eat It! What's wrong with you? Why do you need everything to be perfect? Its an apple cut in 6 pieces, eat it.' Shouted Alicia in a strained high pitch voice.
'No!' screamed Stella back at her sister as she flips the plate and steams past her.
Stella sighs and asks herself 'How will she survive? How?'

'So sweet!' exclaims Alicia as the juice from the apple drips from the corner of her mouth.
'I know right? It's all thanks to my expertise on picking apples from aisle 4 of the grocery store.' jokes Stella.
Suddenly Alicia drops her apple and screams 'Eww I ate a bug!' She gallops to the sink trying to spit out the apple while Stella follows her around trying her best to not laugh. 'How will you survive little sister?'

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Even after being heavily packed with a raincoat, boots and umbrella, because of the rain. As Bruce entered the house the broker invited him at, he was soaking wet even on the insides of his raincoat. It was not rain or water but his sweat due to how tensed and uneasy he was. His hands flickering and eyes running wild to make sure nothing spooks him anymore than it already has. Wanting to touch the walls for support to move around in the mess and dark, hearing spooky noises and seeing webs everywhere, without any signal. Bruce then decided to take his leave.

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The trip was dream come true for me. I was visiting one of oldest castle in  the world in Scotland. There were chills in the summer air. This was definitely the best castle visit of my life. Unfortunately, that feeling quickly disappeared at midnight. Once the darkness comes in the ambience completely shifts.

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It was 3 am when I started hearing dramatic noise from the neighbour’s mysterious house. First I thought to call up the police but I was not able handle the anxiety which was causing due to that house so that’s why I decided to enter that house. My knees were shivering more and more as I was going closer to that house and as I opened that door I was shocked to see blood all over the passage I turned back to go out as fast as possible but the doors were shut with big thud and I found myself locked inside that creepy mysterious house.

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I wasn’t supposed to be here. This isn’t right. None of this was supposed to happen. I spoke while struggling and limping around a doorway, soaked in scarlet red from chest to down. I was agonizing in pain, a shot of pain running through my veins, making every step I take an episode of miserable memory. I regret it. I regret doing all of it. I walked towards her until I stumbled in torment I bestowed upon myself and ran my fingers, twitching, over her pitted and ridged skin that were once as soft as feathers. I coughed my shirt into a crimson knot over the my wound, while a smirk of victory took over my lips but also glancing  at her in pain and anguish. Will be able to cover her scars I left on her too? I wondered.

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The glass palace was supposed to be the epitome of beauty. I sta

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I ran back to my car and drove it as fast and as far away as I could. As soon as I had some room to breathe and felt safe, I heard someone from the backseat say, "Leaving so soon?"

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It’s 2090 and we are on Mars, because there’s no way to breathe outside the pods, we need to travel in mega-rovers to travel between pods. I must say they are an engineering marvel with very comfortable seats and filled with amenities. D-1678 is our boarding number. As everyone started making themselves comfortable in the rover a loud scream baffles the passengers. Little did we know that someone has been murdered and the plot mimics the story of The Orient Express. With a murderer on board and nowhere to go, everyone feels panicked

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The dark woods release the sounds of a plethora of nocturnal ghosts, hidden safely in the shadow of the dark woods. The path at my feet fades away as I move into the darkness of the woods, yet I continue to move forward. My feet follow the naked strip of land guarded by giants full of roots and leaves.

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You feel the bullet make its way through your head and as it goes through your brain you remembered everything that bullet was going to vanish one by one. You see a large door with pre-historic design and as you lend your hand forward, the door opens itself with a cranky noise as if it knew you were coming. You still don't know why you entered inside but till the time you realized, the door shut. You moved further ahead towards the staircase and went up to the first floor.

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As soon as I entered the abandoned location, I saw a heap of rubble. My heart dropped a feet below me, my hands turned pale and my legs felt numb. What had happened over here? A place where everyone could let loose, forget about all their worries, and a place where people glided effortlessly across the laminate to the peppy music that pulsated throughout their body. Where was it all? I couldn’t comprehend what went around me; but I knew that I had to move ahead and figure out what went down over here. But the sheer silence was deafening; i was the only living being there, meticulously observing the place- that once was a club-, making not even the slightest movement. I didn’t know why I shivered, and breathed hurriedly; whilst feeling the racing beat of my heart pulsate till the tip of my throat.

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There was something dark about that place that sucked me in. It appeared to be half dead. The sounds of the past revealed itself to me.

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There was something dark about that place that sucked me in. It appeared to be half dead. The sounds of the past revealed itself to me.

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You find yourself in a ghastly jet black underground chapel which has the eeriest cataclysmic ruins you have possibly ever laid your eyes on. You feel up shivers of trepidation as you trot in seemingly upturned lines towards the menacing ruins of this ominous oubliette. The cavernous hall feels sinister and wintry. An icy cold path of wind manages to touch you ever so gently as you hastily try to figure out its primary source.

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I ain't scared of an abandoned place with broken windows

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I wanted to run as soon as I thought I saw something in that inky darkness. The entire reason that I agreed to this bet in the first place was due to my sense of morbid curiosity, but I just couldn't shake the feeling that something was watching me.

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A part of this region had a green-blue water body which was quite unusual in an area covered with desert all around.  At first the water body appeared to be a mirage to the  thirsty anxious traveler, but the image of  almost algae seriously disappointed me. As I meandered through the disgusting water-body, the weird movement of the particle inside it caught my attention and I halted immediately in the desperation of finding something useful, the moment continued, the teal green shapes changed from circle to soft-edged square to an irregular  shape that somewhat looked like a flying bird.  A muffled voice was trying to scream at me, either pleading for help or warning me to step away at this very moment.

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My car was nowhere to be found. All the houses had disappeared from the streets I was driving on. It had all turned to a jungle with a white path possibly made if cement led me to a big palace made of white marble and gold plated domes. I slowly walked towards the main enterance of the palace when I heard a loud boom and a screeching possibly of an animal which made my legs shake and my body tremble with fear.
The doors of the palace opened with no sound and the inside boasted of cleanliness and fresh aroma of cooked meat. The palace felt cozy and house warming. But that screeching kept ringing in my ear saying as if all of this is fake and that i am in trouble.

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this was never a part of the plan. this wasn't supposed to happen- none of it, really- but its time to face it now. tightening my grip on the flashlight i move right to the center of the forest. in the sheer darkness that blankets me , the icy tendrils of the ivy brush me forward. shivers running down my spine i straighten for my own sake. this is the part where the devil arrives.

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I was still helping myself to believe the fact that I already stepped in. The air inside felt cold and eerie. I stumbled into the large dark space. I felt uneasy. Every part of me was feeling the change. A thin air swept across my face I stuck to the wall.

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Hold on. Are you supposed to be here?
You look around.
There's nothing but damp grey walls that somehow shriek of misery.
You can't stop here, anywhere but here. So you carry on.
You walk slowly, so slowly that the wind seems to pass you and as you do that it starts to get colder, a strange aura settles in.
The wind seems to be shrouding your shivering body and your breath starts to fall short.
What's happening?

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As I take my first step inside, a group of bats flapping there wings zooms past me. I realized immediately I wasn't supposed to be there. Every wall was covered in unusual, green climbers. I take one step forward and 2 steps backwards. With every step my body shivers. It feels like I'm walking on thin ice. At any moment, any thing can appear in front of me. What kind of a temple is this?

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I expected the room to be a mess as it wasn't opened for 20 years, but strangely all the walls and the floor were spotless clean, and all the boxes and old stuff was still covered in a hefty amount dust cobwebs...  I have been living alone for the past 25 years...

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There you are. Standing all alone yet you are surrounded by nothing but darkness and silence. Too silent, you think. You take a few steps forward, and a few to the left. You feel a presence. As if someone is watching you. You can hear your heartbeat. Pulsing loud and fast. You can hear yourself, breathing. In and out. Your hands move upwards, possibly for your defence. But as you take one more step, a touch. You are scared. You are sweating with the tension that you feel. But what did you touch? What did it feel like?

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I didn't want to step into that house. All seemed fine on the surface- it was your typical perfect suburban home, complete with your all-American furnishings and carpeted floors. But there was something else too- a heaviness seemed to hang over the whole house, cutting it off from the rest of the world. I felt like I was being watched- like the whole house had come alive, and was daring me to come inside. "Why have you brought me here?" I turned towards the man who claimed to be my husband. I was suddenly acutely aware of the fact that he towered over me- I could never make a run for it, even if I tried.
"Linda, this is our home. Don't you remember?"