Shams Says
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I am a writer passionate about crafting engaging stories that connect with readers. Through vivid storytelling and thought-provoking themes, they aim to inspire and entertain.
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The Day the World Fell Apart
I should've remained dead… It woke in a destroyed room, the world turning in shades of ruddy and dim. Its body felt alien—stiff appendages, claw-like hands, a biting vacancy profound interior. Starvation ruled Its faculties. It bumbled toward a reflect and froze.
By Shams Saysabout a year ago in Horror
Shadows That Linger
I made it to Lamma Island the day the ship ceased. I’m an American who has lived in Hong Kong since tall school, I know the region, and I select my elude course carefully, in spite of the fact that I concede I scarcely talk a word of Cantonese. I made the right choice. It turned out that Lamma Island, green, inadequately populated and fair two kilometers off the coast, might be the best put on soil to survive a zombie end of the world.
By Shams Saysabout a year ago in Horror
Shadows of the Veil - I
Jessica lay in bed, sweat recoloring her pad and sheets. The room was a chaotic mess, grimy dress undefined from the clean ones strewn almost the floor. The ceiling fan squeaked in a consistent cadence and she was grateful for the white clamor. It suffocated out the quiet, which might be stunning at night. The hush was nearly as terrible as the obscurity. In spite of the fact that she was well into her twenties, Jessica’s little room was lit by a delicate night-light in the shape of a bow moon. The obscurity had a way of inching up on her, and if she wasn’t cautious, it would swallow her entirety.
By Shams Saysabout a year ago in Horror
Retirement Never Looked So Grim - II
He was anticipating us to dispatch ourselves at him. Zombies are ten times more grounded than livings and we don’t respond to harm. As it were thing that can murder us (so I am told by those who show up to know more than me) is a bullet straight to the brain or our heads being cut off.
By Shams Saysabout a year ago in Horror
Whispers from Venus' Grave
The young lady in the memorial park is your best companion, so you take her domestic. The night is a bruise between you, a smudge of rebel in the traveler window; the colour of natural product cleared out out to putrefy. The body pries at her seatbelt, a finger, at that point two. The radio echoes inactive, the body rearranges in her situate. You consider the confront; the comparative cut of jaw, the nose bumped from where a baseball had hit her at twelve, fair somewhat off middle. The skin like a rain-licked plastic sack. The stink of musk and sulfur. You need to see absent but you cannot. She's so lovely, indeed like this. Your headlights rake chattered openings through the soil street, a yellow like jaundice. Your hands are firm from the cold, your lips split. The young lady close to you is dead and you are bringing her home.
By Shams Saysabout a year ago in Horror
Einstein’s Formula for Success: A Peek into His Work Habits
As before long as he hung up the phone, Ralph Morse knew that he required to get moving. He was still 90 miles absent and there wouldn’t be much time some time recently individuals started to listen the news. Albert Einstein had fair died.
By Shams Saysabout a year ago in Motivation
How New Ideas Are Born: The Science and Art of Innovation
n 2010, Thomas Thwaites chosen he needed to construct a toaster from scratch. He strolled into a shop, acquired the cheapest toaster he might discover, and expeditiously went domestic and broke it down piece by piece.
By Shams Saysabout a year ago in Motivation
