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Storms make trees take deeper roots

SarbojitaMukherjee

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Reads 42
Votes 3
Parts 4
Time 8m

SarbojitaMukherjee

mysterious mysteryman thriller

"It was probably 1am when I heard the doorbell ring. There was a strange feeling inside of me. I couldn't fathom who could have come at that hour of the night.
My first thought was to just pretend I didn't listen anything but then I thought it would be very childish to do so if someone actually needed my help. So I got out of my bed and went down the hall to my front door. I switched on the porch light and peeped into the eyehole. I saw the silhouette of a man in his late twenties maybe wearing what seemed like a suit. I again felt that strange erie feeling. However I decided to open the door. But strangely as I opened it I could not see anyone standing there. It was like as if that man vanished in thin air. I went outside a little bit but still couldn't see anything. I turned back to get inside. But just as I turned I could feel that someone was standing just behind me.... and that's when I heard his voice - deep but husky, with an accent I couldn't quite place - he said ,"Storms make trees take deeper roots........"All Rights Reserved

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Saved By a Stranger

No one stopped to look. No one glanced in the alley I cried in. I was tired of this place, so tired of the endless days that stretched out before me. The emptiness in my heart was eating me alive, with no end in sight. My own darkness was swallowing me whole and leaving nothing alive. The tears froze on my bright red cheeks. I was tired of feeling so broken, but most of all I was tired of being so alone. I pulled out the cold heavy weapon from my coat and stared at it. "If someone would look this way," I thought, "If someone would just glance at me and see my pain. I won't do it." There was a man standing in front of me. After he removed the single bullet from my pistol, he handed it back to me, and left. I followed the man at a distance back to his apartment. He knew that I had followed him and waited at the door to let me in. For reasons I cannot explain I entered his tiny apartment. I fell asleep at the table playing with the bullet and woke up to my alarm the following morning. There was a pillow beneath my head, a blanket over my shoulders, and a note that read: "Dear Stranger..."