"T-minus ten seconds until total obliteration." In which a person faces imminent death, their future becomes their past, and we raise the question: can you be punished for something you haven't yet done? Winner of the Inspiration! short story contest AND Sunshine Awards!!! Thank you to @royalsila for making the cover!

*** The Vision was shortlisted for the Watty India Awards 2019 under the horror/paranormal category.*** This is a supernatural adventure story of Abhay along with his childhood friend Vipul. Abhay has some visions which were earlier ignored as nightmares but it turned out to be something else. Join Abhay and his friend Vipul along with Officer Madhav as they solve the most twisted cases in the town. Cover Picture designed by- @InfamousPaint This is a work of Fiction. The story and the characters are an integral property of Biswajit Patnaik and all copyright reserved. Please do not copy or reproduce the story in any form. If you are reading this story on any platform other than Wattpad you are very likely to be at risk of a malware attack. If you wish to read this story in its original, safe, form, please go to https://www.wattpad.com/user/Patnaik87. Thank you.

Madi's slumber party is suddenly terrorized by a harmless dare.

Alex is a girl struggling to find her place in the world. She's shy, nerdy, and a bit of a modern romanticist. She's watched her world fall apart in her head, and hopes that writing will be her savior. However, whilst trying to pick up the shards to her life, Elias Rios- a charming rocker- crashes into her life. Although they've both written different stories growing up, they both have one thing in common: Music. Music helps bond them together as he helps her rebuild her life, but what happens when Alex has a secret- a secret she's been too terrified to confront? Alex is about to face her biggest fear yet: Confession.

Whatever you think they are, they aren't anymore. Those pure, holy beings with snowy white wings and golden harps are nothing like what I've seen. I'd never understood it. A supreme being, living in paradise with all the good people who passed away. All those dead humans? This is not what they had become. That is not how they would spend the rest of eternity. Singing and dancing in the sky as they brought love and kindness to the world. Ha, don't make me laugh. Those are people. Good, breathing people. They are far and in between, but human. These things are nothing like that. They have hung up their halos. And they have come down from the sky. They do not sing. They do not dance. They do not love. And they are no longer kind.