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[Independence Day Special][Short Story] Pis-Aller

  "He that studieth revenge keepeth his own wounds green, which otherwise would heal and do well"-John Milton He was in his nineties now, slow, fragile and nearing death. Still, every day he used to wake up at 6 in the morning and stare outside the window, blankly. They said when he was young, he was agile, healthy and quick, no one knew what his profession was, but he did retire rich at the age of fifty-five. His only son used to visit the old rooms twice a day, 'Baba, I request you again. Come with us to the big house. What is there in this dump?' his son used to question. 'I can't leave now, there is one final task left son,' he used to smile, 'One final task.' Baba had sent all the furniture from the room to the new house but kept himself a bed and the jewel beaded box. 'No one has ever removed the box from under the diwan since last 20 years, baba,' the daughter-in-law use to question, 'Don't let the servants, but please let me

Ragnarok Preview + The Fixer- Short Story


“Nothing is yours. It is to use. It is to share. If you will not share it, you cannot use it.”
― Ursula K. Le Guin, The Dispossessed

Giving is better than receiving. Nevertheless, sharing is much better. Ragnarok is now available for your purchase online, before you buy it, however, you would want to know what is in the book. Here I am giving you the taster for Ragnarok, that includes the Prologue and First Three Chapters of the book is a FREE downloadable package. In a tradition of giving more, also included in this package is a story NOT included in the original book. A sort of prequel called 'The Fixer', a short story of what happened before Ragnarok began.

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