50 Words Story
The dead silence in the room started to fade away with darkness’s long moans. His whispering sounds stirred with my racing heartbeats. His slow steps ordered the moonlight to enter through the cracked window and cleave our shadows. My first time with my ghost unfolded the meaning of beautiful melancholy.
– Kritika Vashist
From the Soul to the nib of the Pen 
Firs time, and so spooky! Beautiful though.
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