Yet another story that I started but not finished so you can do it:)


He loved the dark of the night. It was calming. He was inspired for his writing only at nights. He had written almost all parts of his upcoming book in the dead of the night. But there were those nights, like tonight, that scared him. He was feeling that chest pain that he always felt at such nights. He looked out the window to distract himself from the pain and he could not believe what he saw. [Your continuation goes here].