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Words Speak Louder Than Actions

Words Speak Louder Than Actions We have often heard people saying that actions speak louder than words. But words can in some cases speak louder than actions. This story tells us that we can also say the latter… In Mexico City there lived a boy named Ethan. He had an Indian origin and had traveled almost every place in the world due to his father’s transferrable job. He was a very jolly and happy boy. He was strong in both academics and athletics. His mother had her own home business of bakery and he grew up watching his father go to work every morning before anyone woke up and returned after everyone slept. He only knew that his father did a very reputed job. On Sundays, he loved to spend time with his father playing games or by going on a small trip with the family. Life for him was very much similar every day except the fact that he met a lot of new people almost every year. As he grew up he had many friends too. They wanted to know about him and what his father and mothe
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Her Last Visit

Her Last Visit  One day my grandmother was sharing some of my great grandfather’s experiences about some paranormal activities. One of them seemed really horrifying and mysterious ghost story. I don’t know whether it was a real story or not but it is really interesting. I will share the story with you all … My great grandfather’s name is Manishankar Mukhopadhaya. But everyone in the village used to call him Mani in short. He was known for his bravery in his village.  This story revolves around 1878 when Bengal witnessed a massive flood. At earlier times, Kirtans and Bhajans (devotional songs) used to be sung in the Zamindar’s resident. That lasted for 7-8 days. One night of the 4 th day, a woman (who was called Sarada) told the landlady that she would return home as her son is alone at home and he had to leave for work tomorrow at dawn. So, the landlady gave Sarada a plate where all kinds of Bengali food were there. It is often believed that if someone carries any non-veg

Your Father's Prey

Your Father’s Prey Anuj had gone on a holiday for one month and when he returns, he turned the key in the lock and opens the door. To his horror, he finds someone staring at him and then suddenly there was a loud crack of thunder. He saw that one boy who looked exactly the same as Anuj jumped out of the balcony. Before we move further let us start from the beginning… Anuj is a college student who is the second boy of his college in Calcutta. He stayed in the hostel of that college. He had a small vacation of Durga Puja, so he went to his home to spend some time with his loved ones and end his boredom. But unfortunately, his father (who was the professor of Anuj’s college) died of a strange disease that could not be cured by any medicines or therapy. He was already not mentally peaceful and this incident happened. When he returned to the hostel he turned the key to his room. It was a stormy night. There was a load shedding so he took a torch in his hand. His roommate and his

Hello Everyone!!!

Hi friends, This is Ayantika. I have already published my story in Blogger and will publish a lot more in the near future. Hope you will enjoy it. Check my website: www,creativeworld0408.blogspot.com My earnest request to you is to share my stories and comment in the box given below. Looking forward to your best response. Thank you. :) :)

Mystery in Paris

  The Mystery in Paris “Wake up Anne”, my mother woke me up, “You have to go to your tour”. I woke with a jerk and saw that it was 6.00 am on 22 nd January. But first, let me introduce myself before I proceed with the story… I am Anne, aged 14. I am a member of the adventurous group “Seven Seas”. We travel to many parts of the world and solve mysteries over there. Our group members' names are- Georgia, Nicky, Max, Colette, Alex and Anne (me).we all are of the same age group. This time we were traveling to Paris, France not for solving a mystery but for traveling and enjoying. I gave a warm farewell to my parents and my pet dog, Percy. I met my friends at the airport and took our flight on time. The plane took off. Max said,” It will be a very nice tour”. “Hope we won’t have any mystery this time,” Colette said. Georgia, Nicky, and Alex were busy with their smartphones.   I felt something is going to happen very soon. On 23 rd January, we landed in Paris and we met o