What do you think the most horrifying feeling is? 
Is it dying? 
Is it not being able to do anything and watch as your life gets ruined?
Is it the undeniable fate that you carry? or maybe the fact that you are a human. Filled with ironic emotions.
Are you contended with the way you see the world? 
Perhaps it is time that you learned that the world is so much more than just your own perception.

Imagination can come to life, desires and curiosity all comes forth. 
A pen, A note, my thoughts
And stories as they go on.

Dark Fables: Whispers of the Abyss

The witch with an unknown emotion swirling inside her monotonous heart held Arsh’s arm, her grip tightening, and pulled Arsh through the dark veil, the shadows parting as they stepped back into the dimly lit living room. 


The warmth of the room felt almost oppressive after the cold dread of the hallway. Without a word, the witch pushed Arsh down onto a worn-out chair, her eyes still glowing faintly. 


“Ow Ow! You’re hurting me! Let me go, I swear I wouldn’t wander off again, I was just…” 


“Just what?” The witch halted suddenly which made Arsh gasp in surprise, his eyes swelling with tears. 


“I told you to rest!” the whole house for the first time in forever, heard her voice shake while yelling. 


The witch was angered, making the air around them quiver. 


Cauldron of Memories (part 6)