Twinkle twinkle little star
Let's see what's in the jar
Carved on a red paper
Who's going to enjoy
My first murder
The night was as dark as her black hair. But her heart was darker than anything else. The smoke was dancing in the air, forming loops here and there, like a puzzle. Slim and dusky fingers were moving inside a glass jar, trying to pick a slip.
I'm so confused. Which slip should I choose? This one or that one? I am so excited for this beautiful journey. Can't wait.
I just published "Chapter 1 Choices" of my story "DANDPANI(दण्डपाणि) The One Who Punishes". https://www.wattpad.com/1461660902?utm_source=android&utm_medium=profile&utm_content=share_published&wp_page=create_on_publish&wp_uname=chhayani
Smoke surrounds, bubbling sound erupting from a pot over the fire. A girl is playing with its cat and cutting vegetables. She put those in the pot and added some spices. It was a special dish for her cat. The horn of the police car adds music and she smiles. Food was ready and she served it in a bowl. The police officer asked her about a man. She refused and asked him to eat. He was in a hurry. So he left. The cat enjoyed the noodles made of a man's veins. The same man, the police was finding. She caressed her cat and asked if the noodles were tasty right?
https://www.wattpad.com/story/360141677