Creative Scribbles

It climbed Moin's house. Moin came panting. 'This thing dropped from the sky,' he mumbled, 'and he broke into my house? Come back!' When he climbed up, he found the little thing sitting on a chair. 'What's your name?' he asked. But it didn't respond, but tilted its head towards him. 'I don't know what language you understand, but' Moin said, 'are you lost?' He pointed at it and tried to look in every direction, which symbolised that something or someone is lost. 'My name's Happy,' it spoke, 'I am not lost. I like your house.' 'Oh!' Moin exclaimed. 'So, you can speak my language, right?' Happy tilted his head, which Moin translated as 'yes'. 'Are you some kind of angel?' He asked. 'Of course not!' Happy replied. 'I am here to find friends.' 'So,' Moin asked, 'don't you have friends?' 'No,' Happy said, looking...

It is a fine morning. The tweeting of sparrows, the squeaks of squirrels and the song of the wind woke up Moin. He is an 8 year old boy who lives in the heart of Peace Wood. This wood, as its name suggests, is popular for peace and serenity. No one lives here, except Moin and his animal friends. We see Moin climbing down his tree house, Peace Home. 'Good morning!' he cried, stretching and yawning. 'Time to collect some fruits!' He went deep into the wood and starts collecting fruits. He has a natural ability to distinguish which friut's better. When he reached an apple tree, something strange happened. Some of the apples dropped on him. Moin looked at the sky. He saw birds retreating from a particular direction. The earth beneath his foot started to tremble. He ran deeper to know what had happened. When he reached there, he found a giant pit. When he bent to look what caused it, he was astonished! He saw a spaceship. He hid behind a tree. With a cl...

Saved by Lily One fine morning, I was sitting in Peanut Park. The elm trees were waving their hands, the white patches were beautifully sprinkled on the grass and nature’s perfume was scattered in every direction. There were lots of people around. I watched kids playing hide-and-seek, people buying ice-creams, birds swimming in the sky and all the other wonderful things. A blanket of blissfulness clouded the park, but, for some reason, nothing made me happy. A dark cloud was hovering above me. My hair was in a dismal state, the tie hung like a corpse and the shirt bathed in sweat. My boss fired me that day because I dashed out of the company without his consent. I told him that the doctor had called me immediately as my mother’s condition was deteriorating, but he didn’t listen. I lost the only job I had. So I thought of visiting Peanut Park to refresh my mood, and not to think of the loss. In the evening, I returned home. I got a call an hour la...

Have you ever been controlled by someone? I have been. Let me tell you my story. I am Geoff Humphrey. I am a cartoonist. One day, sitting at my desk, I was creating a character when I heard something. I stopped and turned about, but there was no one. I got back to work. ‘Finally!’ I said to myself. ‘Got it finished! Now, let me build his qualities.’ ‘Nice character!’ someone whispered. I stood up from my place and said, ‘who's there?’ ‘No need to worry,’ it said, in a cold voice, ‘it's me.’ ‘Who are you?’ I asked. ‘Show yourself!’ ‘Oh Geoff,’ it said, chuckling, ‘you keep forgetting. It is me, the Joker.’ ‘I don't know any joker,’ I said, now searching for the speaker, armed with a blade, ‘are you a thief? I am armed.’ ‘Do you remember going to the circus when you were a child?’ the Joker asked. ‘I do remember very well.’ I answered confidently. ‘What do you want?’ ‘Patience, m'boy,’ he spoke, ‘do you remember my death behind the circus ten...

It was a dark and scary night for me. Because, that night I had read a horror book written by Groonz Heffolcho. He is the best-selling horror writer. Name of the book is Anna's Abode. I bought it only yesterday. Let me share my experience. I am Rick Williams, and I am the chief editor of The Spirit Magazine. I have read many horror stories, but this, Anna's Abode, really got me goosebumps. I-I can't just take my mind off that. It was Saturday night, and I was alone at home. Usually, my friend, Jake joined me, but that night, he was too busy to come. I was getting bored. So, I started surfing the net. After some time, boredom dominated. My eyes fell on a book. The title read, 'Anna's Abode'. My sister, Helen, had gifted me on my 27th birthday. Sighing, I opened the book. When I started reading, it was 8:16 pm, and by the time I had finished reading it, it was 11:49 pm. I generally read 2 chapters whenever I got leisure time. But, this novel really swall...

Hello Reader! I am Jason Hills. I am an artist. I am here to share an incident that happened to me on the night of 2nd May, 2020. I had been given a project to paint a scenery. I had never heard of that place. The address was M/23, Block-B7, Newton. A strange address, I thought to myself. 'I want the project to be completed within two days, okay?' Mr Jacob Williams said. 'My daughter will have recovered by then, and I want to surprise her on her 14th birthday. She loves painting, and preferably night views.' 'Don't you worry, Sir,' I said confidently. 'the painting will be completed before you know.' Mooling Park was as busy as it had been. And there was peaceful silence as we saw the sun veiling himself slowly. 'Alright!' Mr Williams seemed to be in a hurry, so he shook hands with me and left. When I reached the address, I found myself standing in front of a hotel. Its name was Wunka Hotel. Not a big hotel, but a two-storey ho...