Mystery at Eastview Dorm

Mystery at Eastview Dorm

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This is the second story by FWSC. This is an unedited version please overlook any mistakes in sha Allah. Theme: ‪#‎Mystery‬ #Thriller Key elements: ‪#‎College‬ ‪#‎Professor‬ "It is 4 am and the students from room number 401 still haven't returned to their dorm. The anxious warden wondered where could they have gone. It was not like them to be out so late." What? Where? Why? Read on to know the answers and enjoy the chilling suspence ;-) WRITERS: Sana Ibrahim Jihan Sharyf Nazma Khatun Ros Begum Ryhana Basheer Umm Afraz Muhammed Aysha Bint Abrar Shazia Mss Unique Hudha Khaleel DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents either are the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Copyright © 2015 Freewriting Story Community. All rights reserved. These stories or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the publishers except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. First Publishing, 2015 Please check out our "How and Rules" book for details on how we work in sha Allah ;-)
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The things I knew that were once unethical, were bound to be saintly. The dreams I dreamt once upon a time, seemed to be an epitome of nightmares. The heart I thought I stole long ago, always belonged to someone else. The crimes I have committed all my life, became a handful of lessons that I ought to learn. The world I looked up to once, became a mortal enemy of mine. The family I thought would disown me, fought my battles for me. The life I never imagined I'd live, sadly it became a life I'd rather live than die. Lastly, the guilt I carried in me for the each and every second of my living, was a poison spreading and gradually banishing everything around me. Clearly, I was bounded by the past! Never have I imagined for the galaxy of guilt in me to steadily transform into a matter of great; Love. No, it wasn't for my dead sister, or for the woman I once claimed to love, or for my money-grubbing father, or even for the woman who was destined for me. Majestically, it was for Someone who I never ever thought it would be for; My Maker. Well, it's mind-blowing how the ugliest of matters bring out the most beautiful of articles! -Guilt is a gift from Allah, warning you that what you are doing is violating your soul.- ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Started: 22/12/2017, 7:15 pm. [All Rights Reserved, froward 2017]

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