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Jayashree Jagan J

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Jayashree Jagan J

Drama Thriller Others

The Writer

The Writer

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​"Time struck 8.00 PM. She opened the bedroom door.

The window was open, it is dark outside. She walked to the window, suddenly she saw a man standing outside the window with a knife in his hand. She got scared and sat on the bed in shock.

Tak tak tak, someone knocked the hall door. She turned to the window, no one is there now. Her entire body started to shiver, she moved slowly to the door and checked the peep-hole. It was dark, she sharpened her eyes, the man is there, he showed the knife-edge in the hole.

She lost her cool and screamed her lungs out!!!!"


I kept the paper and pen on the table. I could not continue the story, I am supposed to write a thriller story by today, but I am in writer's block now. To divert, I went to the kitchen, drank water and came back to the room.


The clock on the wall cuckoo-ed. It is 8.00 PM. I saw the window open and it is dark outside. I felt a chill inside.

I saw a man with a knife outside the window, my heartbeat rose very fast and I heard a knock from my main door. I walked quickly to the door and to my dismay, I saw the knife-edge in the peephole. Thud thud thud!!


I ran to the table and wrote faster, 

"The knocking stopped and no one was there."

At the same time, the knocking stopped at my door too.


What happened just!! Am I hallucinating??

I sat idle for 10 mins and out of curiosity, I took the paper and started writing again.


"She heard a wild scream in upstairs, she did not want to go out and check. Thuddddddd..She saw something or someone falling in the window. She kept seeing, there the man is again with a crooked smile on his face and the knife in his hand is d

eep red dipped in blood"


I don't know what made me to write this, I kept the pen down and heard a wild scream in upstairs. My heart is pounding faster and I turned to the window and witnessed someone falling down. 

There he is, with a strange smile and his hand and knife soaked in blood. He stared at me in the eye. I could not take this. I opened the pen and kept writing.


"She heard a loud police siren in the distance and felt relieved. The man got shocked and turned to run......"


My pen is not writing, it is brand new I tried scratching hard and it is not writing. I heard the police siren and it distanced away. He is still watching me, laughing at my actions for making the pen to work.


Tak tak tak..He is knocking on the door again. I am about to get a nervous breakdown, I searched the entire cupboard for another pen. I did not find any.


I heard him broke the door. He is there in my hall, I ran to close the bedroom door, he pushed me down. There I saw a pen below the cot before I get a hold of it, he pressed my hands with his legs. I screamed in pain and tried to get the pen in another hand.


Noooo!, he stabbed me twice in my stomach. Blood everywhere, my conscious is going down, my eyes are closing and the last thing I watched is he broke the pen and put it down.


He checked again, the writer is dead. He walked slowly to the hall. 

He looked up at an instinct, the new metallic fan with heavy lights fell loose on his head. He fell down completely drenched in blood and died in a few seconds. 


The paper flew and fell on his face. It has four words written in fingers with blood.

"And he is dead"


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