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Hey mister, your vicious dog just grabbed one of my ducks,you better put a chain on him before I call the cops!

Ultra short story about crime

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Amika leaves home on a dark and stormy night in search of a fitting distraction from his melancholic thoughts. Waiting at the end of his journey is a room with unexpected horrors.

𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚 𝐠𝐮𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧. 𝐁𝐮𝐭, 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐚.

This poem imagines meeting Jesus and explores the real, possible reaction one might have. It wonders if tears of joy would cascade down the face or if one would stand frozen in disbelief. The encounter with Jesus is portrayed as having a profound impact, and the poem suggests that meeting him would elicit overwhelming emotions.

It's a bigfoot," I yelled, hollering, running past my wife to our vehicle... "Run!" "What?" Helena said, "Honey come back here, where are you going?" Roar----roar--- roar! "Get the heck out of there Helena!"

"𝑺𝒐, 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝑨𝒏𝒂𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒂 𝒎𝒂𝒏?" 𝑫𝒊𝒅 𝑰 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒐𝒕 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆? 𝑰𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒊𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒔, 𝒐𝒓 𝒅𝒊𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆 𝑾𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒚? 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅, 𝒎𝒖𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂 𝒉𝒐𝒕 𝒅𝒐𝒈. "𝑮𝒆𝒆, 𝑰 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒃𝒊𝒈𝒈𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒐𝒕 𝒅𝒐𝒈 𝑰'𝒎 𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈!"

The Time Police work on ripples of the timeline and intervene whenever someone creates a ripple. They then race against time to fix the timeline and prevent catastrophic events from occurring. In a thrilling chase against time, the Time Police must navigate through different eras and historical events, while facing dangerous obstacles and enemies who seek to abuse the power of time travel for their own gain.

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒃𝒆 𝒂 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆, 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒐𝒅, 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒚 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒇𝒆... 𝑳𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒏 𝒃𝒐𝒔𝒔, 𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝑺𝒊𝒅𝒅𝒉, 𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 195 𝒓𝒖𝒑𝒆𝒆𝒔 ($2.62) 𝒂 𝒅𝒂𝒚, 𝒂 𝒇𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒐𝒏... 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒑!

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐬, 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐛𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐃𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐝 𝐓𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐩... 𝐓𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐩'𝐬 𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐧𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬... 𝐏𝐨𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐲...

Nestled between Main Avenue and Grover Street, lied a chain-linked fence.

𝑷𝒐𝒆𝒎 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒍𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑𝒔 𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒅...

Joy is a mixture of defiance and raw genius, driven by the knowledge that she earned her brilliance, even if her family takes credit for her existence. She doesn't care about their approval-she wants out. Her feelings toward them are a tangled mess of resentment, pity, and occasional flickers of guilt. But mostly? Contempt. They see her as a golden ticket, but she's a warhead aimed right at them!

"We need to call for backup," said one officer, frantically searching for his radio. "No! Damn it!" We can't risk exposing ourselves!" We were supposed to steal all the cash and drugs, replied another officer. Tightly, still holding onto his police walkie-talkie and staring intently at the others.

Detective Ravi Krishnan has never been more confused or intrigued. A slum dweller claiming to be a millionaire, a theif that can walk through walls and only a day to solve it. Will he get a clear picture or is it more than it seems to be. *********** I am submitting this story in the #YourStoryIndia. I hope you enjoy it. Feedback is much appreciated