eBooks „dull“
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WILSON WOODROW
THE RETURN OF THE GIPSY
- Short Story
- English
- 6186 Words
- Ages 18 and up
- 2
ox of Rocky Mountain salve in my pocket!" exclaimed the tiny Mrs. Evans, lifting her trim, calico skirt, and drawing a tin box from a huge pocket in her stuff petticoat. "Here, let me rub some on. A man certain does need a woman to look after him. Has Sadie sent any word when she'll be back?""Sadie! Oh, she'll come when she gets ready," he replied with philosophical indifference.
Mrs. Evans elevated her eyebrows and shook her head two or three times. "Well, course we think the world an' all of Sadie, Jack; but jus' between ourselves, this ain't no way to act. This camp ain't what it was ten years ago. Folks is got to act more formal every day, an' when a wife leaves her man for months at a time an' goes traipsin' over the mountains, they will talk."Nitschkan was conscious of a dull perplexity, a growing distrust of his own customary and hitherto unquestioned standards. "Oh, that's all right," he answered with a bluff assumption of ease. "Sadie, she's kind o' different. She can't be penn [more]
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Edith B. Ordway
The Handbook of Conundrums
- Comics & Graphic Novels
- English
- 30007 Words
- Ages 18 and up
- 2
The next day was Sunday and her At Home day; and she came to the conclusion that her circle of friends was a very dull one, and that no one who was a bit nice ever called on her At Home day, and that the only interesting people were the people who never called at one at all, the people, in fact, whom one met in odd ways without any introduction; and at this point of her reflections she laughed unaccountably, and resolved to give up her At Home day.[4]
It is also mentioned in George Bernard Shaw's 1913 play Pygmalion, where it is held by the mother of the protagonist Henry Higgins:
MRS. HIGGINS [dismayed] Henry! [scolding him] What are you doing here to-day? It is my at home day: you promised not to come.[5]
In Edith Nesbit's 1899 novel The Story of the Treasure Seekers, the phenomenon of the "At Home" day is used to express social differences:
You know the people next door are very grand. They won't know us--and they go out in a real private carriage sometimes. And they have an 'At Home' day, and people come in cabs. I daresay they have piles of plate and jewellery and rich brocades, and furs of price and things like that. Let us keep watch to-night. [more]
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Alastair Macleod
Blue Rush
love and power in the waves
- Romance
- English
- 12305 Words
- Ages 10 and up
- 320
- 1
"For the professional young women of Orkney, this influx of engineers and scientists was a godsend. It opened up the choice and here were men on good salaries, men with prospects. The selection of farmers, shopkeepers, and local government officers could seem dull to a girl. These new men, some of whom were international, were connected to energy, to taming the unruly sea, it was exciting. For Phillippe, Orkney was on the edge of something; the edge of Europe, the edge of civilisation, the edge in weather terms and the edge in engineering terms. He wanted, needed, to overcome the edgeness, to conquer the challenges, to tame the nature of the sea, to make the tidal power machine work. Then what? He hadn’t thought that far; this project was probably going to take some time, maybe 10 years at least. For Kara this was no edge, no remote spot, this was home and here she planned to stay. She wanted a family, a husband and children, the next generation stretching before her." [more]
Keywords: love, relationships, Orkney, Wave Power, new men
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Hulbert Footner
The Fur Bringers A Story Of The Canadian Northwest
- History
- English
- 64427 Words
- Ages 18 and up
- 2
The Firm Of Minot & Doane Sat On The Doorsill Of Its Store On Lake
Miwasa Smoking Its After-Supper Pipes.
It Was Seven O'Clock Of A Brilliant Day In June. The Westering Sun
Shone Comfortably On The World, And A Soft Breeze Kept The Mosquitoes
At Bay.
Moreover, The Tobacco Was Of The Best The Store Afforded; Yet There Was
No Peace Between The Two. They Bickered Like Schoolboys Kept Indoors.
"How Many Link-Skins In The Bale You Made Up Today?" Asked Peter Minot.
"Three-Seventy-Two," His Young Partner Answered In a Surly Tone That
Was In Itself A Provocation.
"I Made It Three-Seventy-Three," Said Peter Curtly.
"What'S The Difference?" Demanded Ambrose Doane.
"Seven Dollars," Said Peter Dryly.
"Well, You Can Claim The Extra One, Can'T You," Snarled Ambrose, "And
Make An Allowance If It'S Found Short?"
"That'S Not The Way I Like To Do Business!"
"Too Bad About You!"
The Older Man Frowned Darkly, Clamped His Teeth Upon His Pipe, And Held
His Tongue.
His Silence Was An Additional Aggravation To The Other. "What Do You
Want Me To Do," He Burst Out With An Amount Of Passion Absurdly
Disproportionate To The Matter At Issue, "Cut It Open And Count It Over
And Bale It Up Again?"
"To Blazes With It!" Said Peter. "I Want You To Keep Your Temper!"
"I'M Sick Of This!" Cried Ambrose With The Wilful Abandon Of One
Hopelessly In The Wrong. "You'Re At Me From Morning Till Night!
Nothing I Do Is Right. Why Can'T You Leave Me Alone?"
Peter Took His Pipe Out Of His Mouth And Looked At His Young Partner In
Astonishment. His Face Turned A Dull Brick Color And His Blue Eyes
Snapped. [more]
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G. A. Henty
Colonel Thorndyke's Secret (Fiscle Part 3)
- Short Story
- English
- 78375 Words
- Ages 18 and up
- 3
Squire Thorndyke, Of The Manor House Of Crawley, Was, On The 1st
Of September; 1782, Walking Up And Down The Little Terrace In Front
Of The Quaint Old House In An Unusually Disturbed Mood. He Was A
Man Of Forty Three Or Four, Stoutly And Strongly Built, And Inclined
To Be Portly. Save The Loss Of His Wife Four Years Before, There
Had Been But Little To Ruffle The Easy Tenor Of His Life. A Younger
Son, He Had, At His Mother's Death, When He Was Three And Twenty,
Come In For The Small Estate At Crawley, Which Had Been Her Jointure.
For Ten Years He Had Led A Life Resembling That Of Most Of His
Neighbors; He Had Hunted And Shot, Been A Regular Attendant At Any
Main Of Cocks That Was Fought Within Fifteen Miles Of Crawley, Had
Occasionally Been Up To London For A Week Or Two To See The Gay
Doings There. Of An Evening He Had Generally Gone Down To The Inn,
Where He Talked Over, With Two Or Three Of His Own Condition And
A Few Of The Better Class Of Farmers, The News Of The Day, The War
With The French, The Troubles In Scotland, The Alarming March Of
The Young Pretender, And His Defeat At Culloden--With No Very
Keen Interest In The Result, For The Southern Gentry And Yeomen,
Unlike Those In The North, Had No Strong Leanings Either Way. They
Had A Dull Dislike For Hanoverian George, But No Great Love For The
Exiled Stuarts, Whose Patron, The King Of France, Was An Enemy Of
England. [more]
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Henry James
Washington Square
- Fiction
- English
- 63780 Words
- Ages 8 and up
- 243
- 2
Washington Square is a short novel by Henry James. It is a structurally simple tragicomedy that recounts the conflict between a dull but sweet daughter and her brilliant, unemotional father. The plot of the novel is based upon a true story told to James by his close friend, British actress Fanny Kemble. The book is often compared with Jane Austen's work for the clarity and grace of its prose and its intense focus on family relationships.
The bitterest irony in the story is that Dr. Sloper, a brilliant and successful physician, is exactly right about Morris Townsend, and yet he is cruel to his defenseless and loving daughter. If the doctor had been incorrect in his appraisal of the worthless Townsend, he would be only a stock villain. As it is, the doctor's head functions perfectly but his heart has grown cold after the death of his beautiful and gifted wife.
Catherine gradually grows throughout the story, ultimately gaining the ability to judge her situation accurately. As James puts it: "From her point of view the great facts of her career were that Morris Townsend had trifled with her affection, and that her father had broken its spring. Nothing could ever alter these facts; they were always there, like her name, her age, her plain face. Nothing could ever undo the wrong or cure the pain that Morris had inflicted on her, and nothing could ever make her feel towards her father as she felt in her younger years." Catherine will never be brilliant, but she learns to be clear-sighted. [more]
Keywords: washington square, henry james, historical romance, tragicomedy, love story, coming of age, family
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Joseph Edmund Collins
The Four Canadian Highwaymen (Fiscle Part-9)
- Short Story
- English
- 41153 Words
- Ages 18 and up
- 2
It Was The Autumn Of The Year, And The Dress Of The Canadian Woods
At That Season, Forty Years Ago, Differed Little From The Gaudy Garbs
Of Now. Near A Small Village Not Far From The Town Of Little York, I
Choose As The Place For The Opening Of This True Story.
The Maple, Of All The Trees In The Forest, Was The Only One So Far
Frost-Smitten And Sun-Struck. The Harvests Had Been Gathered, And The
Only Tenants Of The Fields Were Flocks Of Pigeons That Came To Feed
Among The Stubble; For Many A Ripe Ear Fell From The Heads In The
Tying Of The Sheaves; Many A Shower Of The Golden Grain Had Fallen As
The Load, Drawn By Slow Oxen, Lurched And Swayed Along The Uneven
Ground.
Nestling In A Grove Of Primeval Pines That Sentinelled The Placid,
Shining Waters Of The Don Stood A Low, Wide-Eaved Cottage. It Was
Completely Clad In Ivy; And Upon The Eastern Side There Was A Dull
Copper Tinge Through The Matted Masses Of The Virginia Creeper.
Many Of The Earlier Flowers Had Faded; But The Pinks And The Poppies
Were Still Rich In Blood; And The Sunflower Sturdily Held Up Its
Yellow Face Like 'A Wizened Sorcerer Of Old,' As A Fair And Gifted
Friend Of My Acquaintance Puts It. The Cottage And The Grounds About
It Were The Property Of An English Gentleman Of Taste And Means. The
Nearest Dwelling Had An Air Of Luxury, And Round About It Stretched
Wide Areas Of Land From Which The Harvest Of Wheat And Oats Had Been
Taken. Here And There In The Distance A Group Of Boys Might Be Seen
With Their Fishing Rods In Their Hands; For At That Day The Don
Stream Was Not Foul By The Drainage Of Fields, And Shrunken From The
Downpour Of The Sun, And From The Loss Of Its Sheltering Forest.
Trout And Often Salmon-Trout Went Into Its Quiet Retreats In The Face
Of The Spring Freshets; And Many A Congregation Of Foam Bubbles Did
It Hold Upon Its Breast To Screen The Greedy, Vigilant Speckled Trout. [more]
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James Fenimore Cooper
The Two Admirals (Illustrated)
- Literary Collections
- English
- 179325 Words
- Ages 10 and up
- 123
It is a strong proof of the diffusive tendency of every thing in this country, that America never yet collected a fleet. Nothing is wanting to this display of power but the will. But a fleet requires only one commander, and a feeling is fast spreading in the country that we ought to be all commanders; unless the spirit of unconstitutional innovation, and usurpation, that is now so prevalent, at Washington, be controlled, we may expect to hear of proposals to send a committee of Congress to sea, in command of a squadron. We sincerely hope that their first experiment may be made on the coast of Africa.
It has been said of Napoleon that he never could be made to understand why his fleets did not obey his orders with the same accuracy, as to time and place, as his corps d'armée. He made no allowances for the winds and currents, and least of all, did he comprehend that all important circumstance, that the efficiency of a fleet is necessarily confined to the rate of sailing of the dullest of its ships. More may be expected from a squadron of ten sail, all of which shall be average vessels, in this respect, than from the same number of vessels, of which one half are fast and the remainder dull. One brigade can march as fast as another, but it is not so with vessels. The efficiency of a marine, therefore, depends rather on its working qualities, than on its number of ships.
Perhaps the best fleet that ever sailed under the English flag, was that with which Nelson fought the battle of the Nile. It consisted of twelve or thirteen small seventy-fours, each of approved qualities, and commanded by an officer of known merit. In all respects it was efficient and reliable. With such men as Hallowell, Hood, Trowbridge, Foley, Ball, and others, and with such ships, the great spirit of Nelson was satisfied. He knew that whatever seamen could do, his comparatively little force could achieve. When his enemy was discovered at anchor, though night was approaching and his vessels were a good deal scattered, he at once determined to put the qualities we have mentioned to the highest proof, and to attack. This was done without any other order of battle than that which directed each commander to get as close alongside of an enemy as possible, the best proof of the high confidence he had in his ships and in their commanders. [more]
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Zane Grey
The Day Of The Beast (Fiscle Part-X)
- Humor
- English
- 91401 Words
- Ages 18 and up
- 2
The Ship Glided slowly Up The Narrows; And From Its Deck Daren Lane
Saw The Noble Black Outline Of The Statue Of Liberty Limned against
The Clear Gold Of Sunset. A Familiar Old Pang In his Breast--Longing
And Homesickness And Agony, Together With The Physical Burn Of Gassed
Lungs--Seemed to Swell Into A Profound Overwhelming emotion.
"My Own--My Native Land!" He Whispered, Striving to Wipe The Dimness
From His Eyes. Was It Only Two Years Or Twenty Since He Had Left His
Country To Go To War? A Sense Of Strangeness Dawned upon Him. His
Home-Coming, So Ceaselessly Dreamed of By Night And Longed for By Day,
Was Not Going to Be What His Hopes Had Created. But At That Moment His
Joy Was Too Great To Harbor Strange Misgivings. How Impossible For Any
One To Understand His Feelings Then, Except Perhaps The Comrades Who
Had Survived the Same Ordeal!
The Vessel Glided on. A Fresh Cool Spring breeze With A Scent Of Land
Fanned lane'S Hot Brow. It Bore Tidings From Home. Almost He Thought
He Smelled the Blossoms In the Orchard, And The Damp Newly Plowed
Earth, And The Smoke From The Wood Fire His Mother Used to Bake Over.
A Hundred clamoring thoughts Strove For Dominance Over His Mind--To
Enter And Flash By And Fade. His Sight, However, Except For The Blur
That Returned again And Again, Held Fast To The Entrancing and
Thrilling scene--The Broad Glimmering sun-Track Of Gold In the
Rippling channel, Leading his Eye To The Grand Bulk Of America'S
Symbol Of Freedom, And To The Stately Expanse Of The Hudson River,
Dotted by Moving ferry-Boats And Tugs, And To The Magnificent Broken
Sky-Line Of New York City, With Its Huge Dark Structures Looming and
Its Thousands Of Windows Reflecting the Fire Of The Sun.
It Was Indeed a Profound And Stirring moment For Daren Lane, But Not
Quite Full, Not All-Satisfying. The Great City Seemed to Frown. The
Low Line Of Hills In the West Shone Dull Gray And Cold. Where Were The
Screaming siren Whistles, The Gay Streaming flags, The Boats Crowded
With Waving people, That Should Have Welcomed disabled soldiers Who
Had Fought For Their Country? Lane Hoped he Had Long Passed by
Bitterness, But Yet Something rankled in the Unhealed wound Of His
Heart.
Some One Put A Hand In close Clasp Upon His Arm. Then Lane Heard The
Scrape Of A Crutch On The Deck, And Knew Who Stood Beside Him.
"Well, Dare, Old Boy, Does It Look Good To You?" Asked a Husky Voice.
"Yes, Blair, But Somehow Not Just What I Expected," Replied lane,
Turning to His Comrade.
"Uhuh, I Get You."
Blair Maynard Stood Erect With The Aid Of A Crutch. There Was Even A
Hint Of Pride In the Poise Of His Uncovered head. And For Once Lane
Saw The Thin White Face Softening and Glowing. Maynard'S Big Brown
Eyes Were Full Of Tears. [more]
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Sachin Sarohi
The Fear
- Horror
- English
- 2 Words
- Ages 16 and up
- 461
- 9
Night was cold and wind was blowing with sound that can frighten ears. I and my wife were travelling in Himalayas. There was no sign of any life there. Roads were so narrow that car was driven at 20 km. We were talking to each other and planning about next day suddenly both of the car head light went off. I immediately stopped the car and was thinking of what happened. I told my wife to relax as she was frightened to see what happened. I got out of the car and asked her to stay inside. That was the first time realize the hilly region which we enjoyed the whole day is so dull and full of fear. It was completely dark and I was not able to see my wife sitting in the car also. She was again and again asking me to come back inside; she was frightened of wild animals that roam around there in search of food. I came back inside and tried to turn on the parking light but nothing was working at all. There might be a problem with the light circuit I told my wife who was mum and could not speak anything. It was 1 am and the whole night was left, I was also worried that our car is standing in the middle of the road and somebody can hit us. I again went outside to see the road end, in the silence realize that a river was flowing down below and the sound was so low that realize that we are very high from it. I came back inside the car and asked my wife to take some sleep as we cannot move till morning. We locked the door and sat inside. We were hearing different sound coming from the deep jungle which was not good at all. The night was not passing by and the temperature was going down and down. I asked my wife to go behind and have some sleep but she was not ready to leave me at all. 2 am I asked my wife to stay there as I need to go for a Lou. I unlocked the door and went outside again. As soon as I went beside the car I was frightened to see a lady sitting just beside the back door and watching me. My whole body was white and I could not move my legs, as I have heard many ghostly stories about people who die in road accidents in mountains. My wife asked me what happened and told to come inside. I held my breath and came back inside. I was shivering with fear and my wife was seeing me asking what happened. I saw the back window and that lady hand were placed on the glass of the window. I could not react and told my wife nothing happened. I could see the hand from the front mirror but was not looking behind because I could not. I Believe in god but never prayed, I knew something is about to happen and we both could not do anything about it. I was praying in my mind that whatever it was should leave us that time realized how much important our life is and about my wife who was more afraid of all these things and if I tell her about the lady she will not be able to wait till morning and will ask me to drive. I stopped looking into the mirror and was sitting there without speaking anything. My wife kept on asking me what happened. She was curious to know as she never saw me like that. We sat there for sometime and I again decided to look into the mirror. I took a deep breath and saw this time nothing was there and I felt relaxed but it was for just for few minutes. This time my wife asked me that she wants to go out to get fresh. The moment she said to me and I immediately refused because I knew something is there and how important she was for me. She kept on insisting that she will take just 2 minutes. After sometime I agreed but told her to wait inside as I wanted to check the place. I not at all wanted to get out of the car but I had to, I opened the door and went outside. This moment was more horrifying and worst experience of my life. I looked around but nobody was there. I called my wife out. She was out with me in cold now. After sometime we came back inside and I was happy that we are safe now. This time we felt that car was getting cozy inside. Temperature was not so cold we felt that we were sitting in front of heater. I knew I did not turn the heater on but still it was warm inside. Soon realize why it was. The worst night mare was about to happen. I saw in the mirror that lady was sitting at the back seat staring directly into my eyes. I COULD NOT REACT AT ALL. My wife saw my face with fear and kept asking why I was reacting that way. She knew I was not afraid of anything but she was to be proven wrong in a moment. She said what happened. Nothing came out of my mouth. Suddenly my wife turned to back seat and grabbed her shawl. I hold her hand and looked into her face. She said what happened, she could not see the lady but I could clearly see in the mirror that somebody was sitting there. I don't want to sit in that car anymore but I knew the moment I tell my wife about it she will be out of the car and will run which was not safe at all in the jungle. We kept sitting there for sometime and I closed my eyes and was praying. It was 4 am now and car was again started to get cool. We waited for some more time and it was looking normal now. Lady was gone and sun was about to rise. I turn the engine on and for our surprise lights were working absolutely fine as if nothing happened. We started again and after sometime sun was shining above us. My mind was a bit relaxed but what ever happened I was not able to forget. After driving few kms we saw a small hotel. We decided to stay there and we took one room. Hotel had an old construction but that was the only one there. After we had breakfast we went to our room and slept. We both were so tired that we did not knew that we slept for full day and now again it was NIGHT. Inside our room there was a big glass window from which we can see the full view of the jungle. My wife was sleeping as she was really tired suddenly there was a knock on the door, I opened the door and saw an old man standing with a candle in his hand. He asked me to take it as everyday light goes off anytime. I took the candle and again started to think about the last night. I woke up my wife to ask if she want to have dinner, she refused as she was too tired and did not want to get up. It was a full moon night and trees can be seen easily in the dense forest. I was feeling hungry so I decided to go downstairs and will have something. I saw my wife sleeping so I closed the door and went down to reception. I ordered something to eat and sat on a chair which was placed to see the full jungle view. I was looking at the jungle and full moon light crossing the trees was an amazing view. As soon as my food came in the light went off. I stood up immediately as I was worried about my wife. I started to run back to my room but could not find it. Soon I realized that we both were the only people staying there. With the mobile torch I found my room and I opened the door. THE THING WHICH I SAW WAS THE LAST THING I WANTED TO SEE IN MY LIFE: The same lady was standing beside my wife and looking at her and smiling. I was stunned and ran towards my wife. I shouted and grabbed her in my arms. She was shocked and was confused about what happened. I immediately asked her to pack the bags and leave the hotel. She insisted on staying in the hotel only as she knew outside weather will not allow us to leave. I wanted to tell her the entire things that was happening with me but I knew right now she will be able to sleep well but after that she will not be able to rest properly. I was inside the blanket now and was looking here and there but there was no sign of the lady. Till 11.30 I was awake but after sometime I feel sleepy and closed my eyes. 2 am somebody was knocking the window; I opened my eyes and saw the same lady was standing outside the window and staring me. I checked my wife and to my biggest surprise she was not in the bed. I turn on my mobile torch and check the entire room; suddenly I heard a low sound coming from the corner of the wall. I checked there my wife was sitting on the ground and looking at the same women. She was so afraid that she could not even shout. I immediately ran towards her and held her in my arms. She pointed her finger towards the window and said she saw a man standing outside. I told her it was not a man it was a women. She refused to believe it and was sure that it was a man. Nothing was there now and we both sat and I told her everything about what happened last night. She was very surprised to hear that I was seeing a women and she was seeing a man. We both decided not to stay at that place anymore. We packed our bags and came towards the main lobby from where stairs were going down towards the main reception and gate. We walked slowly and to our surprise somebody footsteps were coming from behind but we could not see that person. We came towards the gate and looked for the manager, he was not there so we opened the gate and came out. Our car was parked few meters away we both walked towards the car and I opened the door and we sat inside the car now.
I turned on the engine and to our surprise headlights were again not working. We looked at each other in fear, there was a complete silence. Suddenly a mist of fog covered the whole area and it was dense that we could not see a meter away. I knew whatever it was will not let us go anywhere but we did not know what they wanted from us.
After sometime I asked my wife if we can go inside the hotel again as it was getting colder and colder outside but she refused as she was shivering not because of cold but because of FEAR.
We kept sitting inside the car and waiting for sunrise. We decided that we will go back and will end our tour here. 2 hours passed nothing happened; we sat inside mum and thinking what we will see in next moment. Car window was covered with fog, I turned on the engine and started the blower, and it was of no use. Suddenly we heard that somebody is coming towards the car, the footstep was so loud and clear that we knew that it coming very fast towards us. We hold our hand together and look around, suddenly in the front mirror something was written – “I will be with you always”.
I started the car wiper but it was not going off as if someone has painted on the car window. My wife started to scream madly and shouted :” who are you, what you wanted from us?”
Nothing was there other than a big silence. It was sunrise after sometime and road was clear and visible. Next surprise was waiting for us, there was no hotel. We were standing in the middle of the road and it was covered of trees. There was no sign of hotel or anybody. I came out of the car and looked here and there but nothing was there. At least now we were relaxed that its sunrise now and we are safe. I immediately started the car engine and turned back. We drove so fast as if we are getting late to get our life back. 4 hours of driving I got a T-point, there was no sign where to go. We decided to take the left turn as road in that direction was in good condition. After sometime we saw a small café and a lady was sitting there. My wife was so happy so see someone to whom we can talk and ask about the area. We had some tea and ate some food. I asked the lady if there is any hotel in that area or if she has heard anything about a man and women. She knew nothing about it, we started again as it was evening and we want to get out this mountain drive. I kept on driving though I was feeling very tried but I knew if I stopped now then we will not be able to leave that place.
After sometime it was again DARK. Fear could be seen in my wife eyes, she was so shocked that she stopped talking to me and was looking here and there.
I stopped the car again to get fresh; my wife did not like it at all. I came out the car and first looked at the place. It was dark outside and same nothing was visible clearly. I got fresh and was coming back towards my car; suddenly I heard that someone is calling me from behind. I looked back and saw the same lady was standing in front of me with a man. She did not come near me but was staring at me and said “I will be with you always”. I started running towards my car and turned on the engine and drove as I was driving in formula one. My wife started crying as she knew something again has happened. This time headlights were working fine and we kept on driving. I knew whatever it was now will never come back, we saw the lights coming from town and we reached the town finally.
We were so happy and relaxed to be there, my wife jumped on me and we hugged each other. We knew that we have won the race against death and we are alive.
We came back to our house and months have passed now, there was no sign of that lady and man.
Today my wife has gone out for a party and I am alone in the house. Light went off and when it came back on, I saw something is written on the mirror: “I WILL BE WITH YOU ALWAYS”.
The Fear: Being alone is my greatest fear. [more]
Keywords: Its just a new beginning
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