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There were three brothers Tim, Jack and Sean Robert. They were adventurous children who loved exploring new places. They were terribly bored because they were at home all day. So, they thought of going on an adventure. They argued on where to go.
Tim wanted to go to Arizona; Jack wanted to go to New York and Sean wanted to go to the Amazon forest. Eventually, they decided that the Amazon forest seemed like the most adventurous option out of all the three places. Halfway there, their car’s tyre got punctured and they did not have a spare tyre. They were very hungry as well and ran out of supplies a few hours back. So now, they decided to go on foot.
After a short walk, they saw a huge, gleaming palace. But, the closer they got to it, the farther it went. They ran as fast as they could to reach the palace and finally made it there. Inside, was a huge table filled with an assortment of food. They were starving and hence immediately grabbed the food.
It was getting dark, so they thought of resting for the night. As it was an unknown house, they decided that they would take turns to sleep, so that one of them could always guard the others.
It was Tim’s turn first. On hearing a sound from the second floor, he went to see what it was. As soon as he opened the door, a huge suitcase fell on him and knocked him out. Blood started falling out of his mouth. The sound awoke Jack and he ran upstairs to see what was happening. He opened the door only to be stabbed from the back repeatedly, by an invisible eternity.
His scream alerted Sean and he as well ran upstairs to the room where Jack was, but to his surprise, did not find him there. In place of him was a mirror. When Sean looked at it, he saw a reflection. Not his. He saw someone staring back at him, bloodshot eyes. It was a man who seemed much older. Suddenly, he extended his arm, grabbed his throat and choked him, killing him instantly.
The Moonlight:
It was a relaxing breezy night . I sat down to my terrace . I was just beholding the beauty of that frosty night . That clear calm night with wonderful aroma of a sweet unknown fragrance . That moonshine with breeze gave discern of being in heaven . That escapade of moonlight and those cool breeze gave an out of the world experience .
I lifted my head on a stool kept near by , and started observing the moon . The moon was so deep , that I was lost in it . The cool breeze played it's magic and I was hypothesized in beuty of that moon . i recalled what my grandmother used to tell about this moon , she used to say " The moon emerged when the gods churned the sea of milk at creation and was seized by Shiva to be worn on his forehead as a jewel." But "no" , It was untouched by the beauty that I eagerly wanted to get . this was not a mythology involving gods , it was incredible beauty ,I have never sensed .
The cool peace and dewy sweetness of the night filled me with a mood of hope: not hope on any definite point, but a general sense of encouragement and heart-ease.