The unspoken mystery (Under Editing)
Tryaksha
- Reads 351
- Votes 40
- Parts 13
I would take a stroll in the backyard , feeling the evening breeze with a hot cup of coffee and my evening fritters. My perfect evening.
But every perfection has a thorn, that why we say nothing is perfect. there used to be a wrecked, old and a bit scary building. It seemed to be a decades old school. The wines of climbers would reach the top of the building , the crackes were thick enough to fit my fingers, fungus on the decaying paint would make it more scary, The blooming flowers could not hide the horror.
My grandma doesn't open up and tells her secretes
But this time she open up a to astonishing , unbelievable , scary secret.
__________________________________________________
Hi guys it my first book so A little support is all I need . Any Ideas are always welcome
(Disclaimer - short chapters )