50 Krinal

A new story with a fresh perspective. Every 50 hours.

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Coffee cheers me up like no other. #coffeelovers #cafeheaven (at The Cave)

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Duckling facts - WTF fun facts

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So, all those tom and jerry cartoons were true!

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I can relate to this…

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Unless he arrives inside of the 30 minutes delivery guarantee....

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Good Morning!

First guy: *While brushing his teeth in the morning* "Hey there, you're a rock star. Go out and take control of your life!"

Other guy: *With straight eyes* "No, John. You're running on empty. There's no more life left for you."

*His reflection suddenly breaks out in to a sombre, toothy smile as John drops his toothbrush and stares at the mirror in horror. Just as his vision begins to fade away.*

The-enD.

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My next post

Starting something is always easy. It’s getting that momentum going what seems daunting. Here I am writing my third post for my short story blog, all the while scratching my head for new ideas that will get your imaginations rolling. I know there are tons of blogs posting short stories and piecemeal comic strips, but this is different. This is unique. This is the world I live in, and you’re about to have a glimpse of it. Prepare your consciousness, and dive right in. Until then...

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Weekender

Harold was a hard working guy. At least he believed so, and that he deserves every moment of appreciation and leisure that he could get. With a happy heart, he walked towards his old trusted recliner. A chilled beer in his hand and a satisfied smile on his face, he looked eagerly towards the restful weekend ahead. As he sat on his recliner facing the window, there was a bright actinic flash and everything went to hell. When the shaking stopped, he stood up from the floor and examined the horror around him. He was in the middle of a vast expanse of what seemed like a blood soaked desert. No, that was the sand that was red in color. "Am I dreaming?", he thought frantically as he tried to figure out what has happened. Just as he started getting his bearings, the sky darkened with an ominous deep red hue and suddenly everything became painfully hot. And then Harold started shrieking, over and over again. A never ending wail of despair and doom as he saw the pair of blood red horns approaching him from beyond the horizon, with what looked like a gleaming trident being dragged by the figure as it walked towards him slowly, but surely. The enD.

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Thoughts

As I sat here editing my tumblr blog, the flood of ideas that had overwhelmed me started to dry out suddenly. This prompted me to write my first ever post that may or may not take me towards the most defining moment of my life- finding purpose. The enD.