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Karma By Gail Moore Fiction For Adults | Family And Friends |Not so beautiful is a short story of mother And Son Very Short Story :- "Karma" She sat in that seat on one more blistering day , her straw sun cap pulled down half over her face so as not to get singed by the sun. Her eyes could see descending to her veined hands. Huge greenish variety veins lined her swollen brown-red hands . She attempted to move one over the other yet couldn't move. She then, at that point, checked out at her feet and made stories up in her brain. Those feet were off hitting the dance floor with an attractive young fellow that had protected her from this existence of misery. It was the existence she had consistently envisioned she would have. In any case, the years ticked on and no attractive man saved this little old woman. Gertrude had been stuck in this damnation opening for quite some time. Her child was her guardian and had been dealing with her when she had suffered a heart attack. S...

  A Good Man Is Hard To Find Flannery O’Connor Demonstrate human compassion and the transforming power of compassion| violence and death | an escaped convict and murdere |  characteristics of a psychopat Short Story :- "A Good Man Is Hard To Find" THE grandma would have rather not gone to Florida. She needed to visit a portion of her associations in east Tennessee and she was taking advantage of at each opportunity to change Bailey's  mind . Bailey was the child she lived with, her main kid. He was perched on the edge of his seat at the table, twisted around the orange games part of the Journal . "Presently look here, Bailey," she expressed, "see here, read this," and she remained with one hand on her flimsy hip what's more, the other shaking the paper at his bare head. "Here this individual that calls himself The Misfit is aloose from the Federal Pen and made a beeline for Florida and you peruse here how it says he treated these individual...

Ershad Sikder Real life Biography Bangladeshi criminal and serial killer | murder | torture | theft | robbery and others Short Biography Story Early life : - Ershad Sikder was born in Madarghona village of Nalchiti upazila of Jhalokati district . His father's name was Bande Ali . He moved to Khulna from his birthplace Nalchiti in 1986-8 . [5] After coming to Khulna, Ershad worked there for some time as an assistant to the railway station porter. From there he gradually joined the gang that stole and sold railway sheets. He later formed a party with them and became known in the area as Ranga Chora. In 1967-76 , he formed a group called Ramda Bahini which was involved in the robbery and various terrorist activities in Khulna railway station and ghat area. It was with this Ramda force that Ershad occupied the Ghats No. 4 and 5 in 1982 and emerged as its sole controller. Criminal activities and murders :- After entering politics, Ershad became more powerful. From 1984 to 1986, he was...

"The Lottery" (1948) by Shirley Jackson The Power Of  Tradition and Ritual | Individual and Society | The Story is Fiction | Kill The  Victim | Factual Report Short Story :- "The Lottery" The morning of   June 27th was clear and radiant, with the new warmth of a full-summer day; the blossoms were blooming plentifully and the grass was lavishly green. Individuals of the town started to assemble in the square, between the mail center and the bank, around ten o'clock ; in certain towns there were so many individuals that the lottery required two days and must be begun on June 2th . yet , in this town, where there were something like 300 individuals , the entire lottery took under two hours , so it could start at ten AM nevertheless be through so as to permit the residents to return home for early afternoon supper. The kids gathered first, obviously. School was as of late over for the mid year, and the sensation of freedom sat precariously on the vast majority of t...

  The Train Tracks By  Gracie Palmer    Survival | Success |  Coming Of Age | initiation  Short Story : "The Train Tracks" He sat toward the rear of the vehicle, somewhat topsy turvy in the right-hand seat. Jeremy resembled whatever other youngster who had at any point moved starting with one spot then onto the next - his life was finished, yet it hadn't even started. He and his family had evacuated from the Sunshine State toward the south side of Central Victoria - key to no place obviously. Perhaps just to the green slopes that existed a long ways into the great beyond line, on both the extreme left and the extreme right. Jeremy had no understanding of cash . Why he really wanted it, he didn't know. His folks were in no way, shape or form rich yet in no way, shape or form poor - over the course of the past year they existed on a consistent decrease in the thing they were procuring. The everyday routine they experienced in their dream ocean side house be...

  My Sister  the Serial Killer Oyinkan Braithwaite Mystery | Thriller | Crime | Murder | Serial Killer | Suspense Short Stories : "My Sister The Serial Killer" (Part -  3 & Last Part)  SEVENTEEN :- Ayoola was seventeen the first time and scared out of her wits. She called me and I could barely make sense of her words. “You what?” “I…the knife…it’s…there’s blood everywhere…” Her teeth were chattering as though she were cold. I tried to control my rising panic. “Ayoola, slow down. Take a deep breath. Where are you bleeding?” “I…I’m not…Somto. It’s Somto.” “You were attacked?” “I…” “Where are you? I’ll call—” “No! Come alone.” “Ayoola, where are you?” “Will you come alone?” “I’m not a doctor.” “I won’t tell you, unless you promise to come alone.” So I promised. When I got to the apartment Somto was already dead. His trousers were around his ankles and the shock on his face mirrored mine . “You…you did this?” Back then I was too scared to hang about and clean, so...