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One fine day a boy was born

Amidst a hut in a field of corn

In rural areas he lived and grew

At the age of 7, he built a plane that flew

Although it was a tiny glider

It was a start of something much brighter

Because at the age of 40+16

He had built a time machine

He always rather disliked his dad

Because of how treated his lad

The boy would want his father to be glad

But Oh! Such terrible views he had!

"This is sorcery!" He used to say

He disliked science in every way

Whenever he would see his son's creations

He would crush them to the point of total destruction

The man remembered One particular day

When his father destroyed his tray

That tray contained his latest device

A prototype lazer gun, worthy of a prize

He was so happy when he made it, 

But his father crushed and mangled it

So he vowed to himself that one day

He wounld get even with the man who trashed his tray

He decided to go back in time

With a gun he had made originally to stop crime

He decided to shoot his father's 

Prized trophies and expensive medals

He came out of his machine, and hid under the bed

He followed his father, into a small shed. 

He was looking at his newly earned trophy
He polished it until it was shiny

He shot a bullet at it

And it was a splendid hit

But the bullet bounced right off

And into his father, who dropped dead with a cough

He suddenly realized what he had done.

This was before he was born

he quickly ran to the time machine

But before that, he vanished, never again to be seen

He was totally wiped from existence

Never again would anyone feel his presence

He thought he was nothing but dead

But he quickly realized, something else was happening instead

He thought about it for a moment, 

And then he came to a conclusion

If i was never born in the first place

I wouldnt be able to kill my father

But he also realized one other thing

The void, that he is currenlty in

Would not let him go any time soon

 So he sat there, waiting for his inevitable doom

So his father lived on, a happy life

He ended up meeting a beautiful wife

Then he dusted his new "favourite trophy case" 

And concluded that he will keep in it only the one most worthy of praise

One fine day a boy was born

Amidst a hut in a field of corn

In rural areas he lived and grew

At the age of 7, he built a plane that flew

Although it was a tiny glider

It was a start of something much brighter

Because at the age of 40+16

He had built a time machine

He always rather disliked his dad

Because of how treated his lad

The boy would want his father to be glad

But Oh! Such terrible views he had!

"This is sorcery!" He used to say

He disliked science in every way

Whenever he would see his son's creations

He would crush them to the point of total destruction

The man remembered One particular day

When his father destroyed his tray

That tray contained his latest device

A prototype lazer gun, worthy of a prize

He was so happy when he made it, 

But his father crushed and mangled it

So he vowed to himself that one day

He wounld get even with the man who trashed his tray

He decided to go back in time

With a gun he had made originally to stop crime

He decided to shoot his father's 

Prized trophies and expensive medals

He came out of his machine, and hid under the bed

He followed his father, into a small shed. 

He was looking at his newly earned trophy
He polished it until it was shiny 

He shot a bullet at it

And it was a splendid hit

But the bullet bounced right off

And into his father, who dropped dead with a cough

He suddenly realized what he had done.

This was before he was born

he quickly ran to the time machine

But before that, he vanished, never again to be seen

He was totally wiped from existence

Never again would anyone feel his presence

He thought he was nothing but dead

But he quickly realized, something else was happening instead

He thought about it for a moment, 

And then he came to a conclusion

If i was never born in the first place

I wouldnt be able to kill my father

But he also realized one other thing

The void, that he is currenlty in

Would not let him go any time soon

 So he sat there, waiting for his inevitable doom

So his father lived on, a happy life

He ended up meeting a beautiful wife

Then he dusted his new "favourite trophy case" 

And concluded that he will keep in it only the one most worthy of praise

One fine day a boy was born....

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Chapter 001 - Murder In School

Retrin Trevor was a Shamus or consulting detective in other words, working as a separate per body for CCI(Centre for Crime Investigation) in New York. He was indeed a strange person, with few knowing him a little. He was a boy around 15, The word 'half-albino' would be the most suitable to describe him, since he had a pale skin and white tangled  unkempt hair. His eyes were always full of popping ideas, not energetically stupid but cleverly active.

He was the new transfer student. His apparent was normal as the others, black gray baggy trousers where white plain shirt is tucked in. A black stripped white tie. A solid black blazer partially buttoned. His shoes were flat black and socks gray. A total black and gray person in terms of clothing.

'Welcome to Class - 7A. I'm your class teacher Rodrigo Ray. Please feel free.' He paused and turned to the students, 'Everyone!' The teacher kindly said to Trevor who was standing straight beside him. There were about 50 of them in the broad classroom.

'Nice to meet you, T-Tr-Trevor!' The whole class exclaimed brightly. They had trouble pronouncing the name. Quite a lively batch.

Trevor in the meantime was examining through each student. 'Is my name that hard to pronounce?' Trevor scratched his hair, gloomily, his eyes still searching through the room.

'Anyways,' Rodrigo started, 'Please take whatever empty seat is left.'

The only empty one was the desk at the right corner of the room right beside the immense window. Trevor at once examined the person he was about to sit beside as he scraped his chair to have a seat.'

Name is Paul Hedrick, from what is written on the cover of his copy. Combs his hair straight 
everyday, signs of tidiness. His shoe is clean but doesn't take care to the tie them. He ties them too tightly and marks are left as proof, signs of hastiness. His shirt is crunched up a bit, probably from fast tucking. Signs are there that show he ran to school today, since he cleaned his shoe early hand but didn't tie them properly. Eyes reveal energy but marks are there of oversleeping. Another proof of oversleeping is he's using his right hand fingers to give away the pain from his temples. That says that he has a headache. His sight is directed downwards, showing little annoyance. 

He partially got to know about in a matter of a second as he sat down. 'Nice to meet you Paul.' Trevor
gave his hand towards him in a friendly manner. 'Must have been hard for you this morning, rushing to school, huh?'

Paul quite shocked shook his hand in reply, 'How on earth did you know I came in a haste?' Did he see me entering school in a hurry? No, now's the second period and as far as I know he just entered 
school a few minutes ago. 


Palm tough with calleouse, signs of hard working. Trevor thought. 'The public bus caught a flat tire you see.' Trevor smiled.

'Okay then guys, let's get started with our English Language Class!' Rodrigo was quite an energetic one.

The class filled with whispers about Trevor.  The girls' shrill voices disturbed Trevor, as they were all
whispering things like 'so cute' and what-not.

'Okay class, do exercise 3.2 from page 26.' Rodrigo said, 'And oh! Paul please help Trevor follow the class and show him the earlier notes please.'

Paul at once handed him the copy. Trevor found about his personality from his handwriting. The strokes are deeply pressured, meaning he his energetic and has a great determination. The letters are large, signs of friendliness and sociability. The letters are very close to each other and connected, shows that he acts and judges on logic. High long t-bars that slant upwards - enthusiasm and ambition. Lines that slant upwards - more enthusiasm. Letters that slant to the right – desire for involvement. The letters get slightly larger indicating more frankness. 

 
'Thanks,' Trevor started as he scanned through the copy, 'But I think I'll manage.' Trevor said trying to sound kind. Well he wasn't to the least. More like heartless.


'Okay, if you say so...' Paul's voice trailed off. He at once started writing.   


***
The bell rang off. The second period was over, so was fifty minutes.

'What's the next class?' Trevor said out so fast, Paul blinked several times until it got to him.

'Oh...Math.' Paul said.

Trevor eyes went droopy. 'Where's the vending machine?' He asked Paul.


'Um, as soon as you enter the corridor walk through it, umm... two or three meters I guess, and you
will see one at the corner.'

Trevor went off in a hurry. The math sir was late, so he had five minutes at hand to go there. Yes, he
was a coffee freak and a listener to 'Japanese Songs'.

***
He returned to the class room, a coffee can at hand and earphones stuffed in his ears. The math sir just arrived as Trevor took his sit. Everyone in the class room looked weirdly and suspiciously at Trevor.

The math sir, Nico, was young man living his middle-twenties. Despite his age his cheekbones were
showing and his eyes were a bit sunken in, slightly shadowing his eyes. His complexion was an Asian's. Being the son of the principal, he literally is the ' semi-principal' now.

'The new transfer student, please stand up.' Nico said with a irritated voice. 'Why on earth are you drinking coffee in class? If you really are that interested, have a sip out of the room!'


Trevor immediately stood up, and took another sip at his coffee. 'My bad, but nothing about not drinking in class is mentioned in the school regulation book. Only stuff about chewing gums and actual solid food. It was mentioned that I was not allowed to buy drinks in the middle of classes. So I think I am good enough to get excused for this once and don't let your slacking office assistants a few meters through the corridor fool you. They were actually joking with each other. Remind them to type in this regulation in that 'incomplete' book, and I will be very pleased.' Trevor took the last sip and dropped the empty can towards the bin, which was right beside him(since he was in the corner of
the class room).

Paul gestured him not to start an argument, but Trevor ignored it.

'Sorry, but you did go to the vending machine during a class.' Nico said in an annoyed voice.


'No I didn't. Just the bell ringing, doesn't mean that your class started' Trevor objected in a mocking way, hands behind his back.

'And don't you dare blame my assistants! Such an arrogant imbecilic student! Sit down for the last time!' Nico was full of humiliation, being insulted by a mere student, but he felt that Trevor did have a point.  


'T-h-a-n-k---y-o-u.' Trevor said in a partially singsong voice and slummed into his chair unplugging his earphones and turning off the MP3.

Nico was recovering from the heat. He turned to the board. 'Today we will be reviewing quadratic equations once again. So...' His voice drifted off as he penned down the topic on the board and his pfree hand behind his back. The free hand wore a Swiss golden watch.

That's some expensive watch he got there. Trevor thought.

'What on earth were you pulling back then?' Paul whispered, avoiding Nico's attention.

'Before I begin the review, please stand up. I mean, the ones who didn't finish the homework given
yesterday. The homework was on Ex-3c Quadratic expressions.' Nico said in a stern voice. 'And uh,

except the new transfer student.'

Trevor at once turned to Paul at once and leaned towards him whispering in a way but with clear enough tune. 'Is it me or does this sir think that I am stupid enough to think that he is stupid enough to think I am stupid enough to get up from this chair about a homework I didn't know about since this is my first class from 3 weeks from the first semester.'

'What the-!' Paul was puzzled, but he gave no heed he just paid attention Nico.

'I'll ask again, the ones who did not-' Nico started with the verbatim but stopped as some stood up.

One, two, no... five, no, 34 stood up! This class is sick. Trevor scanned through the homework exercise.


'Each of you will get a strict detention, 2 hours overtime after the school end today! 5 hours tomorrow! 4 hours day after tomorrow and so on.'

The whole bunch gasped, even the ones who had done the homework.

'Yes and no more protests!! Your excuses have bored me over the years!' Nico's voice boomed through the whole class grasping everyone in pin-drop-silence. No one dared even open their lips.

'What the hell? Do you call this homework? It took a minute!' Trevor stood up quite violently, with a 'mocking the rest' attitude. He laughed off a bit. Everyone just stared at him silent, even Nico. Paul was glued to the chair, pale all over.



'What am I interrupting something?' Trevor recovered, looking at everyone. 'Oh come on! You call this silence Mr.Nico? Cause just look at them. John there is playing with his inaudible DS, Carol there is constantly exchanging letters with Mike. Hendrick is in the meantime swearing you while standing up. And that girl, I guess it was..Catherine is continuously brushing her hair at the end, completely disrespecting you. Now what would you call that...umm..silence? No no no I would call that 'False Silence'.'

Nico was shocked at his behavior. Everyone was. John immediately shut down the DS, Hendrick stared blankly at Trevor with surprise. Mike and Carol frozen in position, Catherine at once stopped her process.

'See? I behaved them.' Trevor pointed out.


'YOU! YOU! YOU COME WITH ME! HOW DARE YOU! WHAT ARE YOU! COME HERE IMMEDIATELY! SEE WHAT I DO! JUST COME YOU IMBECILE!' Nico burst open and the room almost fell apart with fear. The whole batch never felt this experience before.

Trevor smiling partially, crossed the desks and to Nico. Stopped in front of him as if nothing happened.

Nico at once grabbed Trevor by the wrist and took him out of the room. 'You are going to the principal, come!'


The whole class remained silent as Trevor got pulled away. It was a deadly scenario, metaphorically.


***
About 40 mins.later...In the tiffin break...

'Hey Paul, what's for lunch?' Trevor stood in front of him with ear phones plugged in, who was sitting on a wooden bench. 'Got no friends around here?'

'Nope.' Paul looked up to Trevor

'Too bad.' Trevor took a bite at his sandwich.

'You are still listening to that Mp3 player? Even after all that?' Paul was a bit shocked.

'They said I could not listen only during classes. That's all.'

'The principal said nothing?'

'He gave me a lucky break as a new student. He said it was my first and last warning. Ah, they say that all the time and never mean it.'

'I wouldn't actually say that, last year-' Paul stopped short, from the bloody screams.

A crowd gathered around the front of the seven storied building. Paul in instant reaction jumped up from his seat and head to where the commotion. The students all stopped their work and rushed their. The teachers got out from their meeting room and rushed down the stairs even before looking out. There was blood everywhere.


Trevor calmly walked towards the scene. He brought out a card from his shirt's upper pocket. 'Move aside people. CCI chief consultant walking through.' He said in a leisurely manner, raising his card up in the air for the people to see.

'What the hell? Stop joking around, kid. How could you be a Chief  Consultant of the CCI? Best joke I heard in years! That card has to be a fake.' One of the bullies pushed Trevor away. Even if Paul did
not completely believe the fact, but he was shocked. The crowd now had two things to make a commotion over.

'You don't believe me? Okay then.' Trevor slid his hand into the back pant pocket and brought out an i-phone. He tapped through some contacts and put it in loud speaker.

'CCI on line, proof security number is '671 #@! jka9 -ju8aq0- 98-2ujsa' An electronic voice said from the other end of the phone.

'Hello, anyone working in the organization with the name Trevor?' Trevor himself spoke into the phone, with everyone hearing the conversation.

'Wait a second...Yes Retrin Trevor, age 11 and is an albino.' The electronic voice said again.

'Thanks a lot, bye.' Trevor disconnected the line, and turned to the bully. 'Proof enough?' Trevor said in a mocking manner as he stuffed the phone into his pocket. No one uttered anything they just moved away to make space for him.

'Now that's more like it.' Trevor smiled as he headed to the dead body. It was a ninth grader, with dark hair and thick eyebrows. The cheek bones showed a lot and his clothing was much neat. The face
revealed shock. The eyes were open. A lot of blood puddled from the crack in the skull, which apparently was from the fall.

The body obviously fell from the top or roof, because none of the windows on each floor is open. The bleeding is severe, so the height he fell from has to be about from 5 levels onward. There are no window ledges either or nothing for the body to hold onto when it was falling.' Trevor then backed away about a meter away from the scene and observed the angle of the fall. Trevor scanned his eyes through the shirt as the victim was not wearing a blazer. The shirt at the back was a bit crinkled and strikingly represented two hands which were pushed by. The crinkle at one side was more dug in five certain points as if the person who pushed the victim had larger nails on the left hand.The killer was most probably right-handed since the shirts was more pressed at another side showing that the killer's dominant hand was the right. The victim also smelled of cigarettes. Not a smoker. Trevor checked the fingers and nails for stains of nicotine. Trevor disgustingly reached to the victims mouth to smell any nicotine...but none. The killer was a smoker most probably. The only bits of ashes were on his shirt at
the front.

'Hmm...okay.' Trevor turned to the crowd.

'Shouldn't we contact the officers who deal with suicides?' One of them said in a quiet voice.

'This is most certainly a murder so no.' Trevor then again brought out his phone and contacted the CCI.

'What makes you say that?'

'Who suicides with a shock and with their eyes open? And by the way, someone had to push him very hard otherwise the angle of his fall don't match. Look at the spot, he was far away from roof top. If someone commited suicide, no would go through the trouble of leaping sooo far that he would end up
there. And by the way suicide-rs have a tendency to look at the sky and peacefully fall, not looking beneath and watching yourself to fall to death.' Trevor said as he pressed the phone against his ear.

'This is Retrin Trevor. Special Consultant working as per for CCI.' Trevor said quickly.

'Confirmed. How can I help you.' The robotic voice said again.

'Connect me to Elias.'

'Affirmative. Processing number.' After a few seconds, the call connected to Elias.

'Spill the beans, Trevor.' Elias spoke in a cold voice, he was busy doing paperwork. He was a man between 40s.

'Murder in Greenworld International School. A 9th grader, dark hair and thick eyebrows. Death caused by a cracked skull and severe blood loss. Well, they always tell you in school to "open your mind" anyway. Possible suicide, but i have enough reasons to say otherwise. Send in the forensics, they can figure out more about this. Where are those, what do you call them, umm... yes those 'responding officer' thingies. Evidence is exposed.'

The call was cancelled from the other end as a sign of 'okay'.

A few teachers finally came rushing down, pushing through the crowd.

'What happened?' The geography sir said panic stricken. Sweating all over.

'Nothing much.' Trevor replied calmly as he bent down towards the body. 'Please stay ten meters
away from me.'

'Shouldn't we call the police? What the hell are you doing?'

'Called already, and...' Trevor brought out his CCI chief consultant badge card.

A few teachers gasped, but they stepped back.

The siren of police cars partially filled premises.

'Oh here comes the responders or something.' Trevor said joking.

Trevor got up, as the officers started taping the area and eventually forming a core area, moving the crowd away from the scene. Then a few them started a perimeter check and while a few registered all
the vehicles in the premises. While two responding officers were in charge of maintaining the crowd to make sure that no witness fled.

The forensics specialists arrived within a moment's notice. The forensics men instantly started taking in samples and searching the area for any visible fingerprints, packing all the belongings and evidence in plastic bags separately, labeling the bags correctly. And logging and booking them at the station professionally. Professional photographers from the forensics unit started snapping away pictures of every piece of evidence and every angle of the victim. Then after picking all evidence they started dusting for fingerprints.

Since it was the best school in state where all the kids of rich and authorized and famous people attend, the police and the law enforcement seemed a bit to attentive on the case.

The officers in the mean time started interrogating the witnesses by designating a 'safe area' in order
to avoid contaminating evidence, while the CCI started searching the entry for any blood trails or anything out place. A few CCI officers reached the roof and sprayed luminal in every corner. After a few minutes the coroner arrived along with a few medical personals.

'Run a Kastle-Meyer test in the lab to check the clothes for blood traces or faded ones.' One of the forensics specialist said to another.

'Come on I maybe a newbie but I am well informed.' The person replied.

'Not the best day for murder is it?' Max came out of nowhere shielding his eyes from the uprising sun, and with Cassie, Emily and Lionel behind him. Max and the rest along with Trevor made an elite team out of ten in the FBI.

'Don't know but I am feeling dizzy...oh man-' Trevor stopped short as he collapsed to the ground, sweating all over.


He heard screams and shouts as he drifted off...








   










        


      

UPDATE

We are gonna start posting from tomorrow onwards (9th August, 2015). The time table of this month will be posted in due time. 

WE ARE SORRY FOR THE TIME GAP(due to some unfortunate chain of events). WE WILL TRY TO BE MORE REGULAR.

                                                      -The Innovative Pen

The Miser's Fall

Once in the country of Afghanistan
There was a very filthy-rich man.
Rumors were that he could buy,
All the stars in the night sky!

But his wealth had one side-effect,
The poor and needy, he didn't respect !
So the people went a mile away,
In this strange damp slum called Danto Bay.

Now that the people had left the village,
His shop wasn't running well as he aged,
He saw that he was out of luck,
For all he had left was a fisherman's truck.

He planned to get the people back,
So in money he would never lack,
He started the rusty truck of his,
And set his target one mile east.

Soon the miser reached his spot,
It was an old port, uncomfortably hot
He saw one of his villagers, went near him and said,
"Hello you shall come back! Leave this dirty shed!

The villager saw him talking, turned back and replied,
"Who are you old man? The shopkeeper already died."
And then hopelessly the miser went back to his place.
And after that he never showed his face!

The Small Old Gun

Once upon a brutal age,

In the country, lived a big fat sage,

The villagers always disgusted him,

Because he had this sluggish thing.

It looked like a long stale bun,

But actually it was a small old gun,

The sage overused the gun carelessly

For he killed his townsfolk mercilessly!

None of the people could escape,

From the hands of the big fat ruthless sage!

But secretly the survivors formed a group,

In order to kill this wild 'n' crazy dupe.

They called themselves the justice-keeper.

Their leader was the sage's mansion sweeper.

The sage went to the saloon repeatedly.

So they said "We'll kill him secretly!"

One Sunday they saw the sage's horse,
They taught him to take the sage to 'Hair Boars',
The horse asked the group for a generous pay,
So they handed it a bale of hay.

The sage came to 'Hair Boars' to trim his hair.
A dusty old saloon where the justice-keepers were,
Behind the entry the group was centered,
To stab him with a knife when he entered!

The sage stepped inside the room,
With his gun holstered so it can't go Boom!
Suddenly they killed the sage, and his horse made a run.
And the sage was buried along with his gun!

The Hellish Moon

Marco floundered with breath

But couldn't escape the threat

As he tugged his visor

He thought he should have been wiser. 

It was surely a bone rattling event

Even though the visor was free of a vent

As Death knocked at his door

He prayed to him from his core.

That day will never come

When he can bring home his income

Because he was near his death

As he was out of breath

He dug his hands in his pockets

With his last sigh of regrets
Bringing out a family picture
He thought how his life span was miniature.

Nothing could save him in this endless desert
Where you would die to have a desert
With a cherry on top
With no suffering on top

But he realized it was all a dream
Of wanting a bread with cream
Oxygen became more scarce now
With no King to whom he would bow
To ask for mercy, as his life almost vanished.

He gasped at nothingness
His eyes wore wideness 
Veins puffed up
As his death rose up

It all ended in a flash. As he dropped down DEAD.

The Two Weapons Of Life & Death

Fire keeps on burning

They are churning

Till the winds are changing

To blow away the life of the fire

And save the victim's fire

But fails as the fire takes away his life.

The fire warms my heart 

As we get hit by the cold wind darts

When my heart shivers in vain strife

Yet the the fire persists to give up my life

When my heart freezes in despair

The fire gives me life. 

Water sounds calm and still

But soon rages with fury to kill

When it's temper is convulsed

As the victims' life is cornered

Nothing could save the victim

As the water took out his soul.

Water quenches my thirst 

When my life is cursed

By the dryness of the heat

Which except water no one can beat

   When my heart shrivels with dryness

The water gives me life.

When I finally arrive at the conclusion

The water and fire without any fusion

Are weapons of both death and life. 

   

The Ever Blue Sky....| Ever wondered why it's blue?

Well you might have been told that the sky is blue because it reflects the color of the sea and ocean.Well that's more or less a lie .Ever wondered why the sky is blue? Well, there is some pretty fun and simple science behind it! Continue reading to find out!

What is light?

Light is a type of energy. It is a form of electromagnetic radiation of a wavelength which can be detected by the human eye.^[1] It is a small part of the electromagnetic spectrum and radiation given off by stars like the sun. Animals can also see light. Light exists in tiny packets called photons. Electromagnetic waves can travel in a vacuum with or without contact with other particles. Light gets scattered whenever it hits a particle. Light travels at a speed of 299,792 km/sec (186,282 miles/sec). That's fast !

Colors of light

White Light is made up of three colors, Red Green and Blue

When you look at a light source, you may see that the light it's giving out is white. But actually white light is made up of many colors. A specially shaped crystal called a prism can split a beam of white light into the colors it is made up of. . These gradually shade into yellow, green, blue, indigo and violet. The colors have different wavelengths, frequencies, and energies. Violet has the shortest wavelength in the visible spectrum. That means it has the highest frequency and energy. Red has the longest wavelength, and lowest frequency and energy. The energy of the radiation and what happens to the beam after it hits an object depends on its wavelength and frequency. Wavelength is the distance between the tops (crests) of the waves. Frequency is the number of waves that pass by each second. The longer the wavelength of the light, the lower the frequency, and the less energy it contains.

Why Is the Sky Blue?

Gas molecules are smaller than the wavelength of visible light. If light bumps into them, it acts differently. When light hits a gas molecule, some of it may get absorbed. After awhile, the molecule radiates (releases, or gives off) the light in a different direction. The color that is radiated is the same color that was absorbed. The different colors of light are affected differently. All of the colors can be absorbed. But the higher frequencies (blues) are absorbed more often than the lower frequencies (reds). This process is called Rayleigh scattering. (It is named after Lord John Rayleigh, an English physicist, who first described it in the 1870's.)

The fact that the sky appears to be blue is that the gas molecules in the air absorb only the light waves with the highest frequency which is blue and then they radiate the same color that was absorbed.

Why doesn't the Moon Have a Blue Sky?

The answer to the question is pretty obvious. As you already may know, the moon doesn't have an atmosphere or simply it doesn't have air particles. Which means that light can easily travel to the moon's surface and then reflect back without being bombarded by any other particles which may cause it to stretch. 

What causes a Red sunset?

As less reaches you directly, the sun appears less bright. The color of the sun itself appears to change, first to orange and then to red. This is because even more of the short wavelength blues and greens are now scattered. Only the longer wavelengths are left in the direct beam that reaches your eyes.

The sky around the setting sun may take on many colors. The most spectacular shows occur when the air contains many small particles of dust or water. These particles reflect light in all directions. Then, as some of the light heads towards you, different amounts of the shorter wavelength colors are scattered out. You see the longer wavelengths, and the sky appears red, pink or orange.

Source : Science made Simple, the Wikipedia, NASA's Space Place
Author : Ethan Debnath

Dream | Night-Time Movie? What is it?

Dreams are thoughts that occur involuntarily in a person's mind when the person is asleep.

What actually is a dream? Why do we have it?

 You will be knowing about a few fundamental assets of dreaming by the end of this article.

What is this Dream that we experience?

Dreams are a succession of thoughts that occur in a person's mind while the person is asleep.The
scientific study of dreams is called  oneirology. The thoughts we experience come in many forms like images, sensations, emotions, ideas, etc. A person may feel that he/she is awake and in the dream environment while she is asleep but actually the person is just thinking. There are different stages of sleep and dreams occur mostly in the REM(rapid-eye-movement) phase of sleep when brain activity is high. A normal person experiences 3 to 7 dreams per night. The duration of a dream may vary from 2-3 seconds to 20-30 minutes. Sometimes the person truly realizes that he is having a dream but continues on having the dream this is called a lucid dream. In a lucid dream the person can control the actions of the dream.A dream may be scary, adventurous, exciting, etc. Dreams sometimes can make a creative thought of inspiration to the person. 

Dreams are movies you can watch without paying money!

What is REM sleep?

Dreams create a magical environment in the room of unconsciousness.

REM(rapid-eye-movement) sleep is a certain stage of sleep when the brain activity is high. The duration of REM sleep is normally around 2 hours or so. The dreams that occur in this period of time tend to be more memorable and clear. If the person is waken up during this time, the person has a better chance of remembering all his dreams. The dreams that occur outside this stage of the sleep are less memorable and tend to make the person believe that he or she has experienced more dreams than usual. Children are most likely to remember a dream.Nobody really knows the purpose or content of dreaming. REM sleep duration gets more and more as the duration of the sleep increases. 

Some other effects of Dreaming.

Many researchers propose that dreams serve to alleviate emotional distress. So by this logic, dreams present distressing scenarios that symbolize similar life events and help dreamers heal from those events while they sleep.

Now a recent study by researchers from the University of Alberta compares the short-term effects of nightmares, which the authors define as primarily containing fear and harm; existential dreams, "in which sadness and separation are salient"; and transcendent dreams, which focus on "awe and magical accomplishment." The results of the study indicate that existential dreams are most strongly related to "self-perceptual depth," meaning that they address weighty topics such as spiritual conviction, life's meaning, and so forth.

Source: 'The Wikipedia' & 'Greater Good Science Center'.
Author: Ethan Debnath.

In Lunar Hell - Chapter 2 - The EMU(Extravehicular Mobility Unit)

An alarm echoed through the mission center hall. The screen lighted with that usual alarm color, red.

'What's the status of Joe and Paul?'

'W-We have lost contact sir.'

'What!? What are the casualties?'

'Except the CCA (Communications Carrier Assembly), Joe isn't facing much serious or high prioritized issues.'

'What about Paul?'

'Sir, we didn't confirm his situation yet, but his CCA has been confirmed as damaged.'

The extreme white hall with plain parallel walls, not much fancied either, was full of sweat and the air of terror almost suffocated them.

'Contact the moonbase and send all possible unmanned probes and an oxygen generator system towards that ravine. Good thing we can still locate the fallen buggy. It doesn't seem to be suffering from any detrimental causalities.'

'Yes, sir we are connected to moonbase'

'Yes, this is moonbase.' Came from the other end.

One of the men looked behind the chief, signalling him what to tell.

'Brief them of the current situation.'

'Yes sir.'

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The spacesuit that Joe came across looked exactly the same as his EMU. But something was different about it. The aurora that gave out from the suit dreaded Joe as he kneeled down to look through the EVA(Extravehicular Visor Assembly) covered bubble to see it empty.  Joe's countenance half surprised and half terrified, reluctantly opened the helmet and pushed his mild pressured gloved hand through the neck opening to find only air.

'This isn't Paul's suit. Of course it isn't. Paul wouldn't get enough time to get out of the suit and lock the helmet. First of all as soon as he gets out he should freeze to death and his body should be lying dead somewhere near the suit but it isn't. And the lack of oxygen should also be taken into account. Ebullism, hypocapnia, hypoxia should also be noted down. Even though 15 seconds is enough to live out of the suit, he couldn't have gone far, since it is tough to walk on a moon, jumping will his half time. ' Joe said to himself running through the possibilities, and randomly searching the ground near the suit for more clues.

Then Joe flipped the empty EMU over, ran his fingers along the PLSS (Primary Life Support Subsystem) to find it good as new. But no matter how he thought over it, he couldn't think of any possible reasons why an empty spacesuit was floored on the middle of nowhere, in the bitter cold ravine covered with death's cloak and aurora.

Finally something clicked Joe, 'Oh shit! The buggy! How could I've forget that?' Joe scolded himself, half glad and half unhappy. 'There are always two spare spacesuits in the buggy! It must have come loose from its place and fell down here....Hang on! That means that the buggy must have goon through this track.....If i keep on going straight i might come face to face with the buggy.' Joe said as he moved his helmet sideways if the buggy, by chance was near him....but no chance.  

Time was getting drained by death from the endless space, he didn't have much time. About ten minutes has passed since he last checked his oxygen meter. He just got up by the knee and looked up at the starry sky, filled with billions of hopes.

I bet Collins(one of his mates in moonbase) and the rest will take an hour to charge up their buggy, then two hours to reach at this crash site and another hour or so to pick me and Paul up. Well, i guess that's enough. But it isn't enough for Paul. I don't know of his location or situation. What if his temperature regulator is busted?or what if his bladder layer is damaged somehow and he isn't getting proper pressure? Or what if he is running on his back up oxygen tank? Then he will have 80 minutes to go. Dammit! Stay Calm...stay calm...I need to think this out goddamit! Joe ordered himself, his cold sweat piercing his skin. He clicked the meter on his right arm, to see only 7 hours and 35minutes of oxygen left. It's no use thinking over it...I have to find Paul quick. He brought out a small glassed yellow bulb from his spacesuit zip pocket and place it beneath his feet, by balancing it on small piece of rock as he thought. He needed to do that as he might lose his path as he moves on to find Paul and the buggy.

If only I could use my light flare to inform Paul about my situation, but it would be useless if he is unconscious. And again I will need it when help arrives to indicate of my current location. But that's not all, there's a chance that Paul is near or on the buugy right now, so if i go straight I might meet up with him. It's all or nothing. Joe thought as he picked up the mysterious empty spacesuit, placing it on his armpits while moving on.

As he moved on he thought about his dream of going to unfold all the mysteries in this apparently infinite space. Even though that feeling warmed him up a bit, it wasn't powerful enough to kill the rising death from its grave.            
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'Sir, the oxygen generator system and some probes have been dispatched from the moonbase.'

'What about Collins and the rest of the crew in the moonbase?' The Chief rested his elbow on the desk.

'We have just updated that Collins and Harvey are preparing the buggy, which will take another 30 minutes. Ulquira, Steven and Henry are preparing in moonbase, for treatments for any causalities of Paul and Joe.'

'Have you been able to be on Paul yet?'

'Sir, we are on it.'

The hall's huge polished wooden doors flew open as Edward(One of the supervising commanders) and his worker, Price, stepped in and walked down the white linoleum polished edged stairs towards the chief's desk in the mission control center hall.

'What's up Ed?' The Chief said as he stepped in.

'I have news for you, Tony (he was the chief).' Said Edward, Price standing right behind him.

'Split it. Distractions must be avoided. You are let in only since you are the one of the commanders and since this is an emergency case. We must prepare for the worst case scenario. So better spare us with time.'

'You might not want to say that after you hear me.'

The air of suspense bounced around the hall. Even time seemed to wait for Edward.

'We have just confirmed in the other branch, that Paul's visor has been slightly cracked and he's running on his backup oxygen tank. His main oxygen tank of the suit's PLSS has been damaged.'     

In Lunar Hell - Chapter 1 - The Mysterious Element

   Even though there was no air, Joe's panicking and panting were abundant to create the death air in the ghostly, desolate, hellish moon. Joe's temples were preparing to burst and certain death was knocking at his door. The ever regolith desert couldn't quench his willingness to drink from his dry in suit drink bag, in other words it had the antonymous effect. His mouth was dry as dust.

He struggled to breath oxygen, but only did death. He was unsatisfied as all his satisfaction were drained away by death. It was time to switch he thought. I've been living all this long....now its time for death to live and me to die. I hope I'll get another chance to live just like my judge is going to.

He wanted to break through his spacesuit helmet, as his head was ready to explode. He wanted to comfort his head with his hands, but his other half didn't want him to.

Then at once he stopped sucking in death. His hands fell towards the ground only supported by the shoulder joint. His head blood crimson, his hopeless eye lids dropped to death with his body with a thud as death rose from its death and transformed into its living form.

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Joe woke up from an unexpected event and the heart dragging dream, beads of sweat running its track along his skin. He tried to recollect whatever have happened till then, aiding himself by squinting through the pitch darkness in sign of clues and outlines. He got up from his lying position, his right leg half limp.

He laughed at his dream, there's no air in space how can he fall with a thud sound?

As he groped in the darkness, he managed to deduce that he and his partner, Paul, were driven into a ravine as he sidled his hand along the steep regolith edge of the ravine. He at once looked up to find heaven. From hell, the starry sky seemed beautiful as heaven to Joe. From his early age, he kept on longing dream to reach the moon and discover the infinite space. Now that it was partially fulfilled, he was standing at hell right now, which was the moon. Even though it was hell it was the best possible and perfect launchpad to heaven. The ever starry sky seemed to burn into his eyes as hope in this darkish hell.

Joe looked around in the bottom of the ravine, in sign of Paul. As he started to search around, he raised up his arm, which crackled a little against the forever silence.

'About 8 hours, huh?' Joe said looking at the meter planted in his right arm on the spacesuit. I hope Houston copied my current location.' His voice sounded a bit rough as he muttered to himself.

'Houston! Houston! This is Joe Inoue! Do you copy?' Joe said into the communication radio. 'Houston!' No reply came. 'Darn it. The radio must have malfunction during the crash.

Joe and his partner, Paul were two astronauts attending their debut lunar EVA (Extra Vehicular Activity). But it turned out to be disastrous as their lunar buggy or LRV (Lunar Roving Vehicle) fell down one hell of a big ravine, presenting only bitter coldness and silent darkness. Joe and Paul have been separated since that crash. As there is no atmosphere, perspective on looking at things may differ. And also since there are no trees or buildings, one finds it tough to determine if a hill is nearby or distant.

A bit relief flushed at Joe as he successfully turned on his helmet light. 'At least this is working.' Joe said as he breathed out a sigh of relief. 'Why won't Paul turn on his helmet light? The only things I can make out of it are that, either he is unconscious or his helmet light is damaged from the accident....hang on....what about the buggy? It must be here somewhere.' He said as he trailed along his light path, randomly searching for his mate and the buggy.

Finally he came across a white garment kind of. He flashed his light on the mysterious thing he came across. It looked exactly like an EMU (Extra Vehicular Mobility Unit) that Joe was wearing. He kneeled down to get a look at who was inside the helmet. Even with the light he had to squint through. He finally got a somewhat distinct view, but whatever was inside wasn't Paul.         

    

The Raid

It was a cold night at the camp site. Jim had eaten dinner, which consisted of raisins, nuts and other rations. Their home town, Seore, was dead. Jim's brother, Fred, was left behind. He never came back, and Jim thought he was dead. His father had sent out to look for him, but he did not come back yet. Jim missed his father, and now only him and his mother, along with other people of Seore, stayed at the campsite. Jim had sustained a deep cut on his left leg, and if it weren't for his bandage tied up by his mother, would have been infected and gotten worse. His mother got very sick after a few days at the campsite. She got high-fever, and due to the low supplies and the harsh environment, got worse by the day. He had a few books which he used to pass his time, among them, one was his favourite. It was about a fictional species called Raveins. He loved that book, and other kids in the campsite would try to steal it.

    After a week of his father leaving, Jim's mother got fataly sick. Her fever got significantly worse, and it was thought that she would be dead. Jim tried his best to take care of his mother, but he did all he could, and that was not enough. His mother died a few days later. What's worse is that nobody cared, they were all busy saving there own families. Jim was alone, but after some time he was taken in by another family in the campsite. They felt pity for him.

    After a month or two after his mothers death, the location of the campsite had been revealed. Somebody had betrayed them. Soldiers surrounded the campsite, and shot anyone who tried to get away. Jim, along with some other people, hid under a table in the campsite. After an hour, the soldiers started to enter the campsite. They looted everything, and mercilessly murdered anyone that was found. After they left, they emerged from there hiding places. The people that were alive had hidden some food and water with them, so that they can survive. They, along with Jim, left the campsite and started wandering about, looking for a place to stay.

    They set up camp near a small pond of fresh water, lined with trees and grass. They were dangerously close to a guard post, and they were unaware of that. But they were well hidden in the trees, so the threat level was not that high. at night Jim helped the people gather resources to light a campfire. Every night, one person from the group would go out to hunt animals for food. But one night, The soldiers got information about there location, and they were all taken as prisoner.

    Life in prison was hard. A little kid died of disease and harsh treatment, an old man died of exhaustion, and the strong people of the group were worked to death. There was a free period when they were taken to the sports field and made to exercise, while guards strictly watched them. Jim, and a few other kids, planned an escape.

    There were 5 air vents that circulated air around the prison. There were three exits, two of them require a key and the other one was heavily guarded. There were metal detectors in all of the exits, but guards can enter without having to go through them. the kids had been making the necessary materials. One person made a kind of putty from liquid rubber and plastic so that a mould of the key could be formed. The other kids put molten plastic, which was melted in a stove in there cell, in a tiny steel bowl, and shut the lid. they made weapons from broken fences and metal bars. the plan was to ask the guards for permission to go to the bathroom, which was a less guarded area. Then they will set up the materials. After that they would secretly beat up a guard with there weapons, and take his key. They would then form a mould of the keys using putty and molten plastic, because if they would have taken the actual key there the metal detectors would have detected them and the arms would go off. After they had formed a a copy of the key they would go to the exits, stealthily beat up the guards  until they are unconscious, and then escape.

    They put the plan to action. Free period was coming, and they were ready. They hid there weapons and materials, and went to the sports field. They, along with other inmates of the prison, were instructed to exercise. The kids went to the guards one by one to ask permission, because if they went all together, it would seem suspicious. Once they all went, they waited for a guard to come. Once a guard had come, they beat him to unconsciousness. they took out the key from his pocket. They formed a copy made of plastic. But by this time, a guard had spotted them. All of them were promptly captured.

    They were all made to kneel down in a row. Jim was terrified. He was hoping for some kind of miracle to happen. They all were. There hands were tied to there backs, and they were shot, one by one. After three children, Jim was next. when it became Jim's turn, Jim closed his eyes and hoped for the best. But that didn't work. The trigger was pulled, and the shot went through his head, and edited through his left eye. The 50 Cal shot made a huge mess. Blood and brains were scattered everywhere. Even the soldiers, who shot the children, who seem to be ruthless and cold hearted, had nightmares that they didn't want to talk about. The rest of the children were shot, and the mess grew bigger. It was not long until all the children were dead.

    The rest of the people from the campsite were killed off eventually, and the last of the inhabitants of Seore, were eliminated....

Raided

There was a little boy in the town of Seore,

Who used to wipe and sweep the floor.

His father had owned a shiny 12 gauge,

Which he used to fire, in rage.

You see, his father had an anger problem,

He used to hunt birds for fun,

but one day when he saw a bear ,

he had no choice but to run.

he came back home, weary and tired,

the gun he had, had accidentally fired,

the shot went on and destroyed his prize,

a shining trophy, amazing in size.

one day, the rival town attacked,

people died, and a bartender was sacked.

because he had betrayed the town,

he was sent to jail at the mayors frown.

Soldiers and snipers shot the townsmen

The only one surviving was a year old hen.

The others fled, at least thats what they said

The little boy hid under the shed.

He remembered his fathers weapon of pride

He, no more, felt the need to hide,

He stepped out of the shed, through the streets he fled,

He thanked almighty that he wasn't shot dead.

He took the shotgun, and held it tight

He ran through the streets again, filled with fright.

He hid behind a wall, and waited for a chance

he saw a dead cat, a breed from france.

He threw the cat in front of few soldiers,

They looked at the cat, with suspicious eyes,

As they were distracted, he quickly ran past,

The town hadn't seen anyone this fast.

He shot a few guards, And ran for his life

He ran out of ammo, so he stole a knife.

He stabbed a guard, and took his rations

He was lucky enough to make it alive to the station.

He had a small cart, which he had made

He put it on the track, showing signs of being afraid.

He had taped an engine on its back,

it was small, but it was better than a sack.

He started the engine, and the cart started to go,

He went faster then a gushing river's flow.

He came to a halt, at the Mirabou camp

With fear in his heart, he entered, with a lamp

It turned out to be a camp of soldiers

Who were guarding around the towns borders.

They picked him up, and shot him dead

And that was the end of little Fred.....

Puppeted Death

"You're fired Aiden!"
"Fired for what, Sir?!"
"Oh so now you're all innocent and all huh? Get out of here now!"
Aiden, hesitating at first searching for reasons of outwitting his boss,  turned his back on his superior and disappointingly rushed outside of the office grabbing his coat on the way with everyone looking at him in astonishment. Aiden ,at first, had no idea of what he had done worthy of a kick-out. He was appointed ,in this shipping company, as a documents manager getting a not generous but pretty ample amount of money. He got this job as his last resort after his father was killed. His life was like a torn up piece of paper.
Aiden intended to reduce his stress and tension by sipping down a cup of coffee which he bought at the cafeteria on the first floor. He brainstormed about the reason he was kicked out for. While he also showed off his anger at the boss by silently crushing the decalled plastic cup of coffee while the coffee violently dripped down his fingers.
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4 years later...
Hmm.....father died in the hands of the Frenko militia, huh? Hates superiors...yes...tell me more over time......yes.....his father's been a pain in the ass, eh?...yeah....okay............Thanks for the help......what again? HIS father was the leader of the extermination of MY MILITIA IN 10 YEARS AGO?!.....
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Aiden, hands pocketed, sight focused an argument between two strangers one of which seemed to be more superior position than the other. The superior guy seemed to dismiss the powerless one from an appointment. And as usual the dismissed guy turned around....fingers curved into a tight fist filled with anger. Aiden smirked carelessly at the superior.
This is what always happens...huh? Power overcomes humanity?......What a joke....
Aven thought to himself, reminding himself of the incident 4 years ago after which he never graced a job concerning power, as he now was working on his own business, making hot-dogs and selling them. Since he sold them at the front of the university he earned plenty to go around. The students bought them as soon as they finished class. He lived in Eupher Road in a one-bedroom apartment, the rent was half his income. he rode his small cart to the side of the park in front of the university.
Aiden, lost deep in his thoughts, and sipping down the cup of milked espresso coffee, suddenly heard something which got his attention. He heard someone around the corner with a strange dialect of English, giving out little leaflets concerning a package delivery and the pay was quite high. But no one in the streets was very concerned with the advertisement because they know that this job was a quite risky one...as seen in movies that they don't let the volunteer open the bag and see what's inside it. But this wasn't the only news he delivered about the job which repelled the people like a boulder in a fast flowing river. The guy who was advertising said that the package needs to be delivered to Germany in a place called Frankfurt am Main. The 'specialty' about that place was that it was one of the most dangerous places in Germany and it was where his father was killed! His father worked with the police to exterminate the German militia which were the most dangerous group in the country. To be exact, the biggest militia in Germany was the Frankfurt Achtung, which meant 'Frankfurt Danger'.
Aiden's father was killed when he was secretly running investigations on their base before the military decided to storm their base. However the military attacked them, many survived and many died but they recruited more and kept their record of 30 years of notoriety. Aiden had never been so angry for anything than that.
Aiden walked toward the guy and said "What did you say again?"
"Oh ve have ta go to Frankfurt to deriber eth."(You have to go to Frankfurt to deliver it)replied the strange spoken man.
"Give me that leaflet please" Aiden asked and the man silently handed over him the paper.
"Who is organizing this job? I mean, is there any authorized company?" Aiden asked in slight curiosity.
"Well.....we are...uh...yes authoriyed cumpany, our name is Fair Deal!"("Yes authorized company!") The man replied.
"Thanks" Aiden replied and quickly headed back to his apartment block.

Aiden got into his room closed the door lit his room and jumped to the bed and thought.
What am I doing? No no! I can't be that reckless! That man didn't even seem sure of the event!
Oh...dad! NO!.......I have to stick to my regular life making people happy!...NO! But dad!..........................................................I WILL AVENGE YOU!!!!
Aiden lost control over himself while his anger took away his sense of consciousness.
Then he called the number printed on the leaflet.
"Hello! I- Is this Fair Deal? I got the job you are offering....................................................................................AND I'M TAKIN' IT!!!!!!!!!!
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Two weeks later..... French airport.....

Aiden was standing at the entry aisle at the airport still investigating the security, now a little scared too, but all his emotions got robbed of meaning by his feeling of vengeance.
"Hey I am here I got the package, now what?" Aiden spoke softly on the phone. He got the package from the taxi which was waiting for him in front of his apartment block before he woke up. The taxi driver didn't utter a single word in front of him...Aden noticed that the driver was extremely scared of something and that he was sweating in his the car. The package was medium sized, around 2 foot long, 1 foot high and about a half foot thick. Wrapped up in brown paper bound with red strings which made the soft product inside puff up from the areas relieved of the tight binding.
"Go to the terminal three, you will see a white, wooden door. Open it and walk inside with the small badge patched to your front shirt pocket. You were told to wear a blue shirt weren't you?" The person on the other end instructed Aiden. The voice on the other end was quite rough, it seemed like the man had underslept as a habit for a long time. Aiden could hear some background noises too. It was the sound of teen girls sobbing in a very low pitch of voice. Aiden was curious but again and again he strained to control himself.
"Yes I have worn it. What is the badge for?" Aiden replied
"Keep walking!"The man shouted.
" I know there is security check there. Just show your badge to the security you will get through. And that is your last step. Then after you reach Frankfurt, you will get more....." the man ended the call and turned off his phone before Aiden tried to call him.
Shit!!! What will I do! I have many questions! MY cellphone number will not work after I go to Germany!!! Okay! I have to keep calm and do the job!
Aiden came closer to the security check. His heart beat faster...and finally he was inches away from them.
Aiden lifted up his badge and pointed it forwards towards the security...feeling quite confident.
The guards didn't check him but his package was taken from him and fed to the X-ray machine and metal detector.
At once the guard at the X-ray machine shouted out! "HEY PASSENGER 30 IS RED!!!!!!! HEY!!!!!"
At that instant all the guards shut everything down and two of them sprinted towards Aiden and knocked him down.
"WHAT DID I DO?! HEY THIS MUST BE A MISTAKE!!! HEY!!!! LISTEN!!! HEY!!!!!"
Aiden cried out but none of the guards listened they just pointed their gun towards him and a few of them talked on their small radio.
The helpless Aiden was dragged to a special white room where he was cuffed to a desk. Aiden was still shouting at the policemen and the investigator there.
While and suddenly three gunshots killed the three police personnel.
"Well well well........what do we have here? Heh heh heh heh heh!" A voice hidden in the dark behind the room said slowly.
"HEY WH-O WHO ARE YOU?!!" Aiden shouted terrified by the sudden gunshots and the blood split violently over the room.
"Looks like I've seen you before! Hahahaha" The old guy laughed recklessly.
Slowly the stranger's body came closer and more recognizable when.....Aiden's eyes grew bigger.
"Yo--u You killed my----........Fran---ko....?" Aiden froze in astonishment and extreme dread.
"Haahahaha, looks like you know me!"
And then suddenly a fourth bullet shot its way to the helpless Aiden's chest. Blood spat violently over the room.








"F--aa--the---r......d---ad..." Aiden's voice dimmed off. 

The Reader's Fest : Seven Days Of House-full Entertainment!

Hello readers!

 We know that our blog had a very low rate of posts since the New Year. And if you happen to like our blog very much, we are extremely sorry for that. So what now?

We decided to jump back into action for a while to repay you of our delinquency. 

We decided to have a Special Week, starting from tomorrow the 9th of February, in which each and everyday each of us from the Innovative Team(four members) will publish at least two posts everyday throughout the week. We are calling it the Reader's Fest! 

SO STAY UPDATED FOR THE ACTION!

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