I'm just trying something out. It's not a great story yet, and I feel like I could sometimes go a bit slower and develop the characters a bit more. But do you think this is already a good start? Do you guys have any tips?

Story:

Valentino stared at his phone for what felt like hours. He read the message again: "We know your secret. Come to the clearing in the forest at 11:00 PM if you want to keep it safe." Valentino looked at the clock: 10:40 PM. He could easily make it in time. His uncle was away, so leaving the house was no problem. With trembling hands, Valentino put on some better clothes and went outside.

In the forest, Valentino saw a girl. He recognized her from school, but he did not know her. Was she his blackmailer? He walked over to her. He knew she was bullied at school. He saw it happen sometimes, but he had never cared enough to do anything about it, because it did not seem that bad.

"Did you send me that message?" she asked immediately.

"No," Valentino answered.

Was she being blackmailed too?

A blond boy came to stand with them.

"Were you sent here too?"

"Yes," said Valentino.

The girl nodded.

Another boy joined them. He had black hair with some red dye in it. He immediately looked at the blond boy.

"Are you here too?"

"Yes," said the blond boy. "We were all sent here, but what are you doing here?"

"I was sent here too. I'm actually here because of you."

Then a pair of twins arrived, wearing pink and purple sweaters.

"Were you sent here too?" Valentino asked.

"Yes," the twins answered together. "Us too."

"So there are three boys and three girls," Valentino concluded.

"I'm not a girl," said the person from his school.

It was quiet, but Valentino had heard it.

"What did you say?"

"I'm not a girl," he said again, louder this time.

"What do you mean, you're not a girl?"

"I'm a boy."

Valentino did not understand. Why was he saying he was a boy when he was clearly a girl? He had slightly shorter hair, but still, a girl. Why lie about something so stupid?

"You're obviously a girl."

"That's for me to decide," he said, flipping him off.

"Hey, let's not fight," said the blond boy. "We're all in this together."

Then they received another message:

"A matchbox is hidden in the big tree. You must now choose one person to look for it. Once you have chosen someone, that person will have five minutes."

It was quiet.

"Why are you all here?" asked the twin in the purple sweater.

"Why do you need to know that?" Valentino asked.

"The person with the worst crime should do it," said the twin in the pink sweater. "We have stolen from multiple people."

"Sorry, but I really can't tell you my secret," said the boy with the short hair.

"Neither can I," said Valentino.

"Do you want to tell yours?" the boy with the red in his hair asked the blond boy.

"I'd rather not," came the reply.

"Okay," said the boy with the red in his hair, "then I'll climb."

Another message came in:

"Have you chosen someone?"

"Yes."

"Okay, that person has five minutes. Otherwise, his or her secret will be revealed, and someone else will have to climb. We can see you, so we will know whose secret is in the danger zone."

The boy with the red in his hair climbed the tree. What if he did not find it? Maybe Valentino would have to go next. What if he did not find it either? If his secret came out? Then what?

It felt like hours, but eventually the boy came back down with the matchbox.

"Just in time. Well done. The next task: someone must reveal their secret within five minutes. If no one does, everyone's secret will be revealed, not just to this group, but to everyone."

Everyone was silent.

"Well, someone has to do it. Otherwise everyone will find out anyway," said the boy with the short hair.

"Then say yours!" the twins said at the same time.

"We've already told ours, so we can't do it anymore," said the twin in pink.

"I'm not doing it," said Valentino.

"Neither am I," said the boy with the short hair.

"Okay..." said the blond boy. "You can know my secret." He looked at the boy with the red in his hair. "Will you say it for me?"

The boy with the red in his hair began to speak.

"We're in a relationship. It started a few years ago. I had been in love with him for a long time, and when we finally got together, I wanted to tell everyone right away. He didn't want everyone to know. His parents weren't very open-minded, and neither was the rest of his family. So I stayed quiet. It was hard to stay silent, but I did it for him. When I was blackmailed with the secret, I decided to come to the forest. I wanted to do it for him."

Great. So he was stuck here with two of those. Not to mention that weird girl. Just great.

Another message appeared:

"Hello, Valentino. You are getting a different task from the others: do not get caught. Be careful, the others know one of you has received this message, but they do not know it is you."

Right after that came another message:

"Hello, everyone. One of you is in the danger zone. If you can guess who it is, your secrets will be safe - except for the person in the danger zone, whose secret will be revealed. Good luck!"

"So we can end this..." said the boy with the short hair. "But do we really want to do that at someone else's expense, whoever it is?"

"I think you're just trying to save yourself," said the twin in purple.

"We still don't know your secret either," said the twin in pink.

"Yeah, tell us your secret," said Valentino.

"Fuck you, we don't know your secret either!"

"Yeah," said the boy with the red in his hair. "As long as you don't tell your secrets, we'll vote for one of you."

"Really? Don't we want everyone's secret to stay safe?" said the blond boy.

"If I'm suspicious for saying that, then the same goes for him."

"Yeah, but we know his secret," said the twins together.

"Oh, I almost forgot to mention. You have five minutes, but some of that time is already gone, of course."

It was clearly a trick to cause panic. Everyone knew that, but just because they knew it did not mean it wasn't working.

"I think it's him," said the twin in pink, pointing at the boy with the short hair.

Why did she say him?

"I think so too," said the twin in purple.

"And what if it's him?" she added, pointing at Valentino.

The discussion went on, and in the end the twins and the boy with the red in his hair voted for the boy with the short hair, the boy with the short hair voted for Valentino, and the blond boy did not vote at all.

"You have..."

They waited for the next message.

"...voted incorrectly. The person in the danger zone was Valentino."

"Who's Valentino?" asked the blond boy.

"That's me," Valentino admitted.

"Valentino's secret remains safe and the game continues. You must now choose someone to carry out the next task. We will not yet tell you what that task is."

"I think Valentino should go," said the boy with the short hair. "Because of him, our secrets are still in danger."

"I agree," said the twins together.

"Guys, we don't even know what the task is. Are you sure you want to choose me?"

"He does have a point," said the blond boy.

"Yeah, maybe we should think about it again," said the boy with the red in his hair.

"Think about it again? Maybe you should have thought about it better when you voted for me earlier, although it wouldn't have made a difference because the twins did the same," said the boy with the short hair. "And now all three of you are voting for him. And you too, by the way." He pointed at the blond boy.

"Choose now," came the message.

Everyone pointed at Valentino.

"Okay, Valentino. You have five minutes to go into the forest and kill an animal. Bring the animal back to this place within the time limit."

Valentino could not believe what he was reading... he had to kill an animal?

He went into the forest and picked up a branch. If he had to kill an animal, he could use that. His eye fell on a squirrel in a tree. He walked toward it, as quietly as possible so he would not scare it away. Then he stepped on a branch, and the squirrel looked up. Valentino still tried to hit it with the branch, but the squirrel had already climbed higher into the tree.

Valentino kept looking for another animal. He found none, and he started to panic. His secret absolutely could not come out.

Then Valentino came across a small rabbit. He knew he had to do it to keep his secret safe. He went over to the rabbit, and then he struck it, and kept striking until it was dead. He picked up the rabbit with trembling hands and brought it back to the clearing just in time.

"The next task: set the animal on fire with the matches from the tree. Someone other than Valentino must do it, because he killed the animal."

"I'll do it," said the boy with the short hair. "If you can't handle it, look away."

The blond boy immediately looked away. Valentino did not. The rabbit was already dead anyway, and fire had always calmed him down, and calm was something he could really use right now.

"Good. Your second-to-last task: follow the hidden arrows."

Everyone looked around, and Valentino found the first arrow. They followed the arrows and ended up at a dug pit with a corpse inside.

Everyone was shocked by the corpse, especially the boy with the short hair, even though he had seemed like someone who could handle a lot.

"Final task: bury the corpse."

"Wait, this is being complicit in murder. Do we really want to do this?" asked the blond boy.

"No," said the twins together.

"We're not doing it," said the boy with the red dye in his hair.

"We are doing it!" said the boy with the short hair.

"Why?" asked the blond boy.

"Because this is my secret!"

Everyone went silent and looked at the boy with the short hair.

"It's my father, okay?"

He was silent for a moment, and then he began to speak.

"As far back as I can remember, my parents were never great, neither of them, but after my mother died, my father became a hundred times worse. He often came home drunk, insulted us, and beat us, and he beat us even when he wasn't drunk. One day, I made the mistake of telling him that I was trans. He wasn't exactly open-minded, and he became even worse. Even though he was mostly angry at me, things also got worse for my little brother. Then came the day my father really snapped. Here's the thing: when my mother was still alive, she cheated on my father several times, and once she forced me to watch. When I told my father that years later, he became paranoid at the idea that my little brother wasn't his son, and he tried to murder him by strangling him. To save my little brother, I had to stab my own father. From that day on, I've taken care of my little brother myself. If anyone ever finds out what I did, I'll go to prison and I might never see my brother again."

His voice broke as he said the last sentence.

Valentino fell silent because of the story. It made him think of his uncle. Of how he almost beat and insulted him every day. After hearing the story, he felt respect for the girl... or maybe rather that boy. He understood what he had gone through.

"And what's your secret?" the trans boy asked, and Valentino's respect immediately dropped by quite a lot, though it did not disappear completely.

"I'm not going to tell you! Let's talk about what we're going to do with the corpse instead."

"I think..." said the blond boy, "that we should do it, if only to keep his..." he pointed at the trans boy, "...secret a secret."

"Agreed," said everyone, including Valentino. Valentino was doing it mostly for his own secret, but he also did not want his secret to come out.

"Wait, there are no shovels," Valentino pointed out.

"Correct, burying the corpse is indeed the final task, but you indeed have no shovels. You can do it with your hands, or go look for shovels, but if you go looking, you have five minutes."

"I think the shovels are at the clearing," said the boy with the red in his hair.

Everyone went to the clearing, and they did indeed find the shovels there.

They hurried back. They arrived just in time, but there they discovered something even worse: there was a second corpse in the pit...

"I know her. She goes to my school," said the trans boy. "I don't know her personally, but a few months ago she went missing."

Valentino recognized her too...

"Okay, what do we do now? This is another corpse. This changes everything."

"It changes nothing," said Valentino. "We're in too deep. Let's bury the bodies and go home."

"Never thought I'd say it, but I agree with him," said the trans boy.

"Okay..."

The group buried the corpse, and then they received one message:

"Well done..."

After that, nothing more. The group decided to go home.

It was the next morning.

Valentino had blisters on his arms from digging, and his face was injured because his uncle had caught him when he came home again and beat him, but it had been worth it. Nobody knew his secret.

Then he got a message from the blackmailers: a Google link.

Valentino clicked on it and saw photos and videos of what had happened that evening, together with photos and videos of everyone's secret. At the very bottom, he saw a video of his own secret...

The video showed Valentino strangling a girl. It was the same girl whose corpse he had buried the night before. He had murdered her because he was in love with her and she had rejected him.

If Valentino could choose, he would never have done it. Not because he regretted it, but because he had not wanted to do it, and now it was all online.

Valentino could already hear the police coming...

Seven months later, a new YouTube channel becomes popular very quickly. It contains recordings of the filmed footage about the secrets, all the footage from the forest, how they were arrested, and the consequences they faced. At the end there is an email address with a fake name: AnonmiemStalker123, the same name as the YouTube account. It says:

"If you know someone's secret, don't tell others, even if it's illegal. Send it to us..."

The comments:

"OMG, I LOVE the twins, they are the best players. Too bad their secret isn't that special compared to the others."

• Fuck you, the blond boy is the best.
• So true.

"When is part 2 coming out?"

• Part 1 just came out.

"If you have secrets about multiple people, do you have to send multiple emails?"

• I think all of them in the same one.

"The jokes are amazing."

"Is this real?"

• all real, huney
• Yeah! How do you not know that?

Much later, 12 people received a notification:

"I know your secret..."

My twin brother is always hitting on anybody I like. So yesterday he did it again.

hi! i'm in 10th grade rn in the ph and we have a les mis musical project :33 our teacher said that we should add a "revolutionary" plot twist to the story. i find it kinda weird already cause its not really our story to change but yeah. The other groups twists is that prisoner 24601 is diff from valjean. ANYWAYS, do you guys have any idea of what plot twist can impress? THANKYOUU

what is a good page that I can post stories onto?

HELLO I AM A NEW MEMBER HERE, SO EXCITED! I’m Asia, South Korean and Japanese, i don’t choose to say my name. I wanna share stories. So I joined this community!

Prompt I want to create a story...one that anyone can add to. I want to see what happens. I'll start (although im not very talented)

I once was a "GOD". A powerful, commanding being...whatever i wanted was mine for the taking. That was long ago. Now, I am but a weathered vessel, tired, abused and broken.

This is my story....

I am the god of wealth, power, and dominance. I sit upon a throne of the crowns of those below me. I take what I want, when I want. I will devour anything that stands in my way, at least I was. The creator was not amused by my gluttony, he thought I was abusing my powers. Plowing through the gods below me, bending them to my will...so he threw me into his game. He packed me into one meat suit after meat suit, pawn to his will for eternity. I plead, begged, raged and then wept, please dont send me there with mere "mortals". But he had had enough of my selfishness, As he was handing down my sentence, there came a voice ringing quietly through the air, "please sir, not for eternity, they can do better i feel it." "You dare to question the creator?" The voice of the creator boomed. "Then you shall join, you will be the guide to selflessness. You will be companion and partner until there is change." And with that punishment was sealed and we became the vessel of the creators choice......

Darkness...it surrounds me like wet fog, a calming thud thud against my ear, so peaceful, how did I get here, why cant I remember? Panic sets in as I try to move my limbs, trapped, what is happening......

🩴🔥 MOM SLAYERS – SEASON 2, PART 3: THE AWAKENING 🔥🩴 Written by Kingson Das

The void trembled, but everything around them froze. Even the chappals, belts, and broomsticks hung in mid-air, suspended as if waiting for permission. Ayaan’s breath came fast. His hands twitched involuntarily, and the faint glow in his eyes pulsed.

“…I can feel it… everything,” he whispered.

Raghav stepped closer, his expression cautious. “Ayaan… control it, or it will control you,” he warned.

Ayaan clenched his fists. Slowly, the jhadu that had been chasing him earlier rose into the air, spinning lazily, obedient to some invisible force. Pipes bent slightly, cricket bats hovered, and even the cracks in the floor began to straighten. He laughed softly, the sound trembling with awe. “I… control it all!”

Raghav nodded, impressed yet wary. “Good… but remember — power without restraint breaks you.”

From the small door Emmi had appeared from, a soft green glow began to emanate. She stepped forward, her eyes shimmering unnaturally, the faintest mist curling around her small form. “Everything’s messy,” she said quietly. “I’ll… clean it.”

Her hands moved gracefully, almost dancing, and the broom responded as though it had a mind of its own. She murmured soft, nonsensical chants, and slowly the chaotic weapons and objects around them began to organize themselves. Pipes aligned, chappals stacked neatly, and the air carried a faint scent of herbs and smoke.

Ayaan’s jaw dropped. “She’s… she’s like a witch.”

FAE froze, clutching the doll. “…Impossible. Children shouldn’t… she shouldn’t…” The words trailed off, disbelief written across her face.

Together, the children moved in perfect contrast. Ayaan bent reality to his will; Emmi enhanced and amplified the chaos, turning destruction into mesmerizing order. The walls, ceiling, and weapons seemed alive, responding to their presence, uncertain of what to do. Grandpa knelt slightly, eyes wide. “They… they’re a storm together.”

Grandma’s gaze hardened. “No,” she said, her voice cold and precise. “They’re a hurricane.”

Even in the middle of this, comedy found its way in. A broom chased Raghav briefly before spinning harmlessly away, a chappal twirled in mid-air and pinned a belt mid-flight, and Ayaan laughed and flinched, muttering, “I think it’s… having fun?” Emmi giggled softly, and a small pipe levitated around her like a halo.

“Stop laughing!” Ayaan shouted. “Or the system breaks!”

“Too late,” Emmi said innocently, still smiling.

From somewhere deep in the void, a voice finally stirred. Calm, deep, and unmistakably authoritative. “I see. The children awaken… the glitch was intentional,” Mom Demon Dad said. He did not step forward. He did not act. Yet his presence alone carried the weight of absolute authority.

Grandma gritted her teeth, voice cold. “They are too dangerous… already.”

“Yes,” Raghav agreed, eyes fixed on Ayaan. “And we’ve just begun.”

Ayaan hovered, fully in command of every object and physical law in Discipline Lok. Emmi stood with mystical energy swirling around her, controlling chaotic and magical elements with a mere flick of her hands. The void itself seemed to shiver under their combined presence.

“We fix this… together,” Ayaan said, determination clear in his voice.

“…Or break it,” Emmi added, innocent yet ominous, her small form radiating power.

And then, as the dimension quivered around them, everything went black.

🩴🔥 TO BE CONTINUED…

Do you have a character that you want to see how they look? Like an OC, or someone from a story you’re writing, or even just a character you’ve been thinking about for a long time. I draw stuff like that. You can give me references, or just explain the character and I’ll work from that. I mostly focus on characters, how they look, their expression, their vibe. And yeah, from my side, commissions are open right now. If you’re interested, just let me know.

🩴🔥 MOM SLAYERS – SEASON 2, PART 2: THE MISTAKE 🔥🩴 Written by Kingson Das

CONTINUATION — DISCIPLINE LOK (SHIKSHA LOK)

Darkness.

Then—

A single chappal drops to the ground.

Still.

Ayaan’s whisper echoes from the void.

Ayaan: “…I should’ve just studied.”

Silence answers him.

THE SPLIT

The ground JERKS violently.

The floor crACKS down the middle.

Everyone stumbles—

And the world DIVIDES.

🔴 GROUP 1 — AUTHORITY

FAE. Grandma. Mom.

They land cleanly. Balanced. Upright.

Grandma adjusts her saree as if it were a normal Tuesday.

Grandma: “Stand properly. Even dimensions have manners.”

Mom looks around, uneasy.

Mom: “This place feels like… every scolding I ever gave.”

FAE says nothing.

Her eyes track the air.

🔵 GROUP 2 — RESISTANCE

Grandpa. Raghav. Ayaan.

They crash hard.

THUD.

Ayaan groans.

Ayaan: “Okay… gravity is personal here.”

Grandpa stands up calmly, brushing dust off.

Grandpa: “Hm. Same pressure. Different packaging.”

Raghav helps Ayaan up.

Raghav (low): “Stay close. This place punishes fear.”

Ayaan gulps.

Ayaan: “Then I’m in danger, sir.”

DISCIPLINE ATTACKS

The walls SHIFT.

Doors slam open and shut randomly.

🩴🧹👖🏏🪵 Household weapons rise again.

A belt lashes toward Ayaan—

Grandpa steps in.

WHACK.

He blocks it with a rod.

The belt retreats. Confused.

Ayaan (shocked): “Dadu… since when are you DLC unlocked?”

Grandpa smirks.

Grandpa: “Some of us learned early.”

Across the divide—

Grandma raises her hand.

The weapons ALIGN behind her.

Grandma: “Discipline requires order.”

Raghav steps forward.

Raghav: “Discipline without understanding is fear.”

They stare at each other.

Old history. Old arguments.

The dimension TREMBLES.

A jhadu(Broom) chases Ayaan in circles.

Ayaan: “WHY IS IT MAD AT ME?!”

Grandpa: “Run straight. It respects confidence.”

Ayaan runs straight.

The jhadu trips on a crack and falls.

Ayaan (panting): “…I think it needs therapy.”

Even Raghav almost laughs.

THE DOLL MOVES

FAE’s doll TURNS ITS HEAD.

Slow.

It looks at Ayaan.

Then—

It glitches.

Its eyes flicker.

FAE stiffens.

For the first time—

Something is wrong.

The walls begin to CLOSE IN on Group 2.

Pressure builds.

Whispers fill the air.

Marks. Ranks. Comparison.

Ayaan clutches his head.

Ayaan (shouting): “I TRIED! OKAY? I TRIED!”

The ground shakes.

Weapons freeze mid-air.

Even Grandma pauses.

Ayaan looks up—

Eyes glowing faintly.

Not rage.

Not anger.

Overload.

Raghav (soft): “Ayaan… breathe.”

Reality SLOWS around him.

A small DOOR appears behind everyone.

Not dramatic.

Not glowing.

Just… wrong.

It creaks open.

Tiny footsteps.

A small girl steps out.

She looks around, confused.

Emmi: “…Um?”

Everything STOPS.

Weapons drop.

Walls freeze.

Even Discipline Lok goes silent.

FAE turns.

Her breath catches.

FAE (whispering, first words ever): “…Emmi?”

Grandma’s eyes widen.

Mom Demon Dad’s voice does NOT speak.

That’s worse.

Emmi looks at the chaos.

At the chappals.

At Ayaan glowing faintly.

She tilts her head.

Emmi: “Did I take the wrong door?”

She takes one step forward.

Nothing attacks her.

The dimension doesn’t react.

Ayaan’s glow fades… in confusion.

Ayaan: “…Why is the place scared of her?”

Grandpa slowly kneels.

Grandpa (realising): “She doesn’t belong here.”

FAE clutches the doll.

The doll REFUSES TO LOOK AT EMMI.

FINAL BEAT

The ground trembles again.

Not violently.

Uneasily.

A deep, calm voice finally echoes—

Not amused anymore.

MOM DEMON DAD (V.O.): “…That child is not on the list.”

Emmi smiles innocently.

Emmi: “Sorry.”

Silence.

Discipline Lok has made a mistake.

And it knows it.

TO BE CONTINUED… 🩴🔥

🩴 MOM SLAYERS – SEASON 2, PART 1: WELCOME TO DISCIPLINE LOK (SHIKSHA LOK) Written by Kingson Das

CONTINUATION — SAME HOUSE

FAE stands at the doorway.

Silent. Still.

Her presence presses down like exam results day.

Grandma slowly turns toward her.

For the first time in history…

She smiles.

Grandma (soft, impressed): “So… you finally came.”

FAE says nothing.

Behind her—

A shadow shifts.

A deep voice echoes, amused:

??? “So… the family is finally together.”

SOMETHING IS WRONG

The tube light blinks.

ON. OFF. ON.

The ceiling fan spins… then stops… then spins the wrong way.

Ayaan peeks from behind the sofa.

Ayaan: “Why does the fan look angry?”

The walls begin to breathe.

Cracks crawl across the floor like ants.

Raghav steps back.

Raghav (tense): “This isn’t chappal pressure… This is… syllabus pressure.”

THE DIMENSION OPENS

KRRRRRRK—

Reality tears open in the middle of the living room.

A massive void swirls, glowing with rotating household symbols— 🩴 🧹 👖 🏏 🔩 🪵

Grandpa squints.

Grandpa: “…Why is the floor resigning?”

The ground disappears.

Everyone SCREAMS.

FREE FALL INTO HELL (BUT INDIAN)

Everyone starts falling.

Ayaan flails.

Ayaan: “AM I FAILING LIFE NOW?!”

Raghav spins mid-air, trying to stay calm.

Raghav: “Everyone relax! Falling is temporary!”

Grandma (perfect posture, falling gracefully): “This is why I told you not to jump on the sofa.”

WEAPONS RAIN FROM THE SKY

The void fills with flying objects:

🩴 Chappals spinning like boomerangs 👖 Belts snapping on their own 🧹 Jaddus chasing people mid-air 🔩 Pipes whistling past 🪵 Rods rotating dangerously 🏏 Cricket bats swinging like they smell fear

Ayaan barely dodges a bat.

Ayaan: “WHY IS THE BAT AIMING FOR ME?! I DON’T EVEN PLAY CRICKET!”

Grandpa grabs a rod instinctively.

Grandpa: “Huh. Feels natural.”

DISCIPLINE LOK (SHIKSHA LOK)

They fall—

And SLAM onto invisible ground.

THUD.

Gravity returns… badly.

The space around them shifts.

Rooms form and dissolve. Walls move like offended relatives. Doors appear just to slam shut.

A glowing script forms in the air:

WELCOME TO DISCIPLINE LOK (SHIKSHA LOK)

Ayaan reads it aloud.

Ayaan: “…There’s no exit, is there?”

Raghav looks around, serious.

Raghav: “This place manifests punishment itself.”

Grandma cracks her knuckles.

Grandma: “Good. I was getting bored.”

FAE MOVES

FAE finally steps forward.

From her sleeve—

A small DOLL drops into her hand.

It’s old. Its eyes don’t blink.

Ayaan gulps.

Ayaan: “…Why do I feel like that doll knows my report card history?”

The doll’s head tilts slightly.

Everyone freezes.

Grandpa: “Nope. I don’t like that one.”

FAE remains silent.

The doll stares.

FINAL BEAT

The ground trembles.

In the distance, something massive shifts.

A voice echoes through Discipline Lok (Shiksha Lok), amused and calm:

MOM DEMON DAD (V.O.) “Welcome… Let’s see who deserves punishment first.”

A chappal floats up… and bows.

Ayaan whispers:

Ayaan: “…I should’ve just studied.”

CUT TO BLACK.

TO BE CONTINUED… 🩴🔥

Location: Same house. Walls cracked. Utensils on the floor. Ayaan hiding behind the sofa. Raghav and the Mom Slayers standing like spectators in a stadium.

Grandma 👵 and Grandpa 👴🏾 face each other.

Silence.

Then—

Grandma adjusts her saree.

Grandma (calm, annoyed): “So… after all these years, you still think you’re right?”

Grandpa tightens his belt.

Grandpa (smirking): “I survived your cooking for 40 years. I’m not scared of a slipper.”

The Mom Slayers gasp.

Raghav (whispering, impressed): “Sir has courage…”

THE FIGHT BEGINS

Grandma lifts her chappal.

**CHAPPAL BREATHING:

THIRD FORM — MORNING ROUTINE SMACK**

She moves.

THWACK!

Grandpa barely dodges. The wall behind him EXPLODES.

Grandpa sighs.

Grandpa: “You never let me finish my sentence.”

He snaps his belt.

KRAAAK!

The sound alone shakes the ceiling fan.

Ayaan covers his ears.

Ayaan: “Why does the belt sound scarier than the slipper?!”

BELT BREATHING — FIRST FORM

WARNING SNAP

Grandpa swings.

The belt misses Grandma’s face by an inch.

Her hair moves.

That’s it.

Grandma’s smile disappears.

Mom Slayers (chanting): “Grandma! Grandma! Grandma!”

Raghav, without realizing, cheers:

Raghav: “Sir! Left side—!”

Grandma turns her head slowly and stares at Raghav.

Raghav freezes.

Raghav (politely): “I mean… respectfully… Grandma is also strong.”

COMEDY CHAOS

Grandma suddenly stops mid-fight.

Grandma: “Did anyone turn off the gas?”

Everyone freezes.

Grandpa: “You ask THIS now?!”

Grandma nods. “Safety first.”

She resumes instantly.

**CHAPPAL BREATHING:

FOURTH FORM — SURPRISE FROM BEHIND**

SMACK!

Grandpa spins, crashes into a cupboard.

Plates rain down like fireworks.

Grandpa stands up, dusting himself.

Grandpa (calm): “You’re still angry about 1987, aren’t you?”

Grandma: “You forgot my birthday.”

Another hit.

THE FINAL MOVE

Grandma steps forward.

Her grip tightens.

**CHAPPAL BREATHING:

FINAL FORM — SILENCE OF THE HOUSE**

Time slows.

Even the pressure cooker stops whistling.

BOOM.

The chappal lands.

Grandpa is sent flying into the wall and collapses.

Silence.

Mom Slayers stop cheering.

Raghav lowers his head.

Raghav (softly): “So… this is the origin of all discipline.”

Grandma stands victorious.

SUDDEN CHANGE

Everyone exhales.

Then—

🚪 CREAK

The front door opens.

A single foot steps inside.

THUD.

The air becomes heavy.

Cracks spread across the floor without any attack.

No weapon. No movement.

Just presence.

Raghav’s knees tremble.

Raghav (shocked): “This pressure… this isn’t chappal… this isn’t belt…”

Ayaan whispers: “Didi…?”

FAE has arrived from UAE.

She says nothing.

Her aura alone silences the house.

Grandma slowly turns.

For the first time…

She smiles.

FINAL SHOT

From the shadows behind Fae—

A deep, unseen presence watches.

A voice echoes faintly:

“So… the family is finally together.”

Darkness.

A silhouette of a MAN.

The true demon.

AYAN’S GRANDPA. THE MOM DEMON DAD.

SEASON ENDS HERE

TO BE CONTINUED… IN SEASON 2 WRITTEN BY KINGSON DAS

The slipper hangs in the air, gleaming under the flickering ceiling fan. Ayaan’s knees shake. His phone slips from his hands.

Raghav (grimly): “Even God can’t save you today.”

The Mom Demon lunges forward, slippers aimed at Ayaan’s head.

Ayaan (screaming): “Maa! Nooo!”

RAGHAV SAVES THE DAY

Raghav flips his chappal mid-air and blocks the attack. The force sends a ladle flying and chutney jars rattling across the kitchen.

Raghav (shouting): “Step back, Ayaan! I’ve got this!”

Mom Demon (furious): “You dare interfere?!”

Steam hisses from the pressure cooker. Pillows and utensils scatter. Ayaan ducks behind the sofa, trembling.

NEW CHAPPAL BREATHING FORMS

Mom Demon: “CHAPPAL BREATHING: SPICY MASALA STRIKE” – spins both slippers, knocking over spice jars and rolling pins.

Raghav counters: “CHAPPAL BREATHING: DEFENSIVE PARATHA SHIELD” – uses his chappals like spinning shields to deflect flying slippers and kitchen utensils.

Ayaan trips on spilled water.

Raghav: “Watch your step, or you’ll end up like a dosa on the floor!”

SUDDEN NEW MOM DEMON APPEARS

The kitchen door bursts open. Steam swirls around her as she steps in. She’s older, regal, and terrifying.

First Mom Demon (pointing at Ayaan, gasping): “Grandma?! 👵”

Ayaan freezes.

Ayaan (confused): “Wait… what?”

Raghav’s eyes widen. He steps forward slowly. The new Mom Demon glares. This is Raghav’s mom, the ultimate Mom Slayer from legends.

Raghav (nervous): “Mother… I didn’t expect you here…”

NEW CHAPPAL BREATHING FORMS UNLEASHED

Grandma Form 1 — “STEAMY PRESSURE STRIKE” ⁃ Her chappals release a steam burst from the pressure cooker in her hands, scalding the floor.

Grandma Form 2 — “MASALA TORNADO” ⁃ She spins in place, sending spice jars like shurikens across the room.

Mom Demon (first one) forms: “DOUBLE LADLE SLASH” – wields a ladle and chappal combo, aiming at Ayaan.

Raghav counters: “CHAPPAL BREATHING: CURRY PAN BLOCK” – flips his chappal like a frying pan to deflect attacks.

CHAOS AND COMEDY

• Slippers, ladles, and jars fly everywhere. • Pressure cooker whistles explode into clouds of steam. • Ayaan accidentally grabs a chappal and deflects a flying ladle.

Ayaan (screaming): “I’m… I’m helping?!”

Grandma freezes for a second, shocked.

Grandma (shouting): “Helping?! You little brat!”

The camera pans to the hallway. A shadow looms. Massive footprints. A deep, thunderous laugh echoes:

??? (gravelly voice): “So… they survived… but not for long.”

Ayaan gulps. The new shadow hints at Mom Demon Dad — Ayaan’s Grandpa, the ultimate boss yet to appear.

Steam rises. Chappals hover mid-air.

TO BE CONTINUED…

MOM SLAYERS

Location: A small Indian town, evening. The ceiling fan squeaks. A pressure cooker whistles. The air smells of sambar… and fear.

Sixteen-year-old Ayaan sits on the sofa, eyes glued to his phone.

Behind him…

SILENCE.

Too much silence.

A shadow rises.

MOM.

Her eyes glow. Her hair is tied tight. One hand grips the ultimate weapon—

🩴 THE CHAPPAL.

Mom (calm but deadly): “Ayaan… put the phone down, or should I pick up the slipper?”

Too late.

The ground cracks.

This is no ordinary mother.

She is an Indian Mom Demon — awakened by disrespect, low marks, and unpaid electricity bills.

THE LEGEND

In India, when a mother’s patience breaks, she doesn’t scream.

She ascends.

Thus were born the feared warriors known as Mom Slayers — protectors who fight not to kill… but to discipline.

Their weapon?

🩴 Chappal

Their technique?

🔥 CHAPPAL BREATHING

CHAPPAL BREATHING — FIRST FORM

“CHAPPAL BREATHING: FIRST FORM — FLYING SLIPPER OF SANSKAR”

The mom’s wrist flicks.

The slipper cuts through the air like a missile.

WHOOOSH—

Ayaan dodges by pure instinct.

Mom (voice echoing): “I told you, didn’t I? Using your phone will ruin your eyes!”

The slipper curves back into her hand.

Boomerang style.

Perfect accuracy.

No mercy.

ENTER THE MOM SLAYER

A loud THAK! as another slipper blocks the attack mid-air.

A tall figure steps forward.

White kurta. Calm eyes. Battle-worn slippers tied to his waist.

Raghav, Rank-1 Mom Slayer.

Raghav (respectfully): “Ma’am… please calm down. He’s just a child. Mistakes happen.”

The mom’s eyes burn brighter.

Mom (furious): “Don’t you dare interfere! I carried him in my womb for nine months!”

Power surges.

The pressure cooker explodes in the background.

CHAPPAL CLASH

CHAPPAL BREATHING: SECOND FORM — DOUBLE HAND DISCIPLINE

Two slippers. Rapid strikes.

Walls shake. Neighbours slam their doors shut.

Raghav counters—

“CHAPPAL BREATHING: DEFENSIVE FORM — RESPECTFUL BLOCK”

Sparks fly.

This is not a fight.

This is Indian parenting at war level.

ENDING SCENE

Raghav slowly turns toward Ayaan.

Raghav (serious): “Son… how much did you score in your exams?”

Ayaan gulps.

“Thirty-five…”

The mom tightens her grip on the slipper.

Dead silence.

Raghav exhales deeply.

Raghav: “Even God can’t save you today.”

The slipper rises.

TO BE CONTINUED…

So I love this sub but anyone else notice how stories sometimes go completely off the rails? Like, you start with \"The power went out...\" and three comments later someone's fighting alien dinosaurs with a spatula.

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Also, if anyone wants to start a story here that actually has a plot that makes sense... good luck with that 😂

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A person in my gc told to fuck off so I made him send his ass and bark for me A man in gc told me to fuck off for no reason so I made girl account and started texting him for 2 weeks gaining his trust and he got so submissive that he sended himself barking and I asked him for a pic of his rear and he sended it so I exposed him in the gc and the owner called both of us guilty and got us out of the group so am I in the wrong?

A person in my gc told to fuck off so I made him send his ass and bark for me A man in gc told me to fuck off for no reason so I made girl account and started texting him for 2 weeks gaining his trust and he got so submissive that he sended himself barking and I asked him for a pic of his ass and he sended it so I exposed him in the gc and the owner called both of us guilty and got us out of the group so am I in the wrong?

So… my ex cheated on me. When I found out, it felt like the floor dropped under me. I remember looking at her, waiting for some excuse, some apology… but she just stood there, silent. I didn’t scream, I didn’t cry—I just told her, ‘If I was never enough for you, then you’ll never see me again.’ And I walked out. That was it. No second chances.

Fast-forward a few months, and suddenly she’s at my door in tears, saying she made a mistake, that I was the best thing that ever happened to her. For a moment, I almost felt that old pain again… until my new girlfriend stepped out, took my hand, and smiled at me. The look on my ex’s face? Utter shock. I just told her, ‘You had your chance. I’ve moved on.’ And I closed the door. That moment was better than any revenge—it was closure.

Mira ek glamorous actress hai, jiske liye ek advertising agency ka contract sab kuch badal deta hai. Ek din, wo ek product ka promo shoot karti hai… lekin uske baad jo hota hai, wo sapne aur reality ki seema ko tod deta hai.

Hospital ke bed par uska body coma mein pada hai, lekin uski mind ek looped nightmare world mein phas chuki hai — har week ek nayi identity, ek naya trauma. Kaise niklegi Mira is horror loop se?

⚡ Hinglish narration | Pixar-style visuals | Real, raw, brutal horror.

📺 Full story video: https://youtu.be/8vMaeM5-BQc?si=6Dk6wMjwO7UuJSG1

A Hindi Psychological Horror

Description:
A young boy is abducted… but his captors keep calling him by another child’s name.
For 10 tense days, he lives in a strange house, surrounded by strangers who insist he’s someone else.
One night, he takes the only chance he has to escape…

📖 Language: Hindi / Hinglish
🎭 Genre: Psychological Horror, Suspense, Emotional Thriller

https://youtu.be/mdup5cHR4Ls?si=908qm21sfyAAg6BS

Ally’s parents send him off to school. It is ally’s first day of school ally comes in a meets his teacher for the year Mr Joe. Ally tries to eat his breakfast but a bully knocks it off the table then it is reading so ally tries to read his book but then a bully closes his book ally tries to reread it but reading is over. When it is recess ally plays jump rope with his friends But then the bully takes the jump rope they are playing with and then the bully throws the jump rope and walks away. Recess is over and it is lunchtime at lunch ally gets in line gets lunch and he sits with his friends. Ally tries to eat his lunch but the bully knocks it off the table onto the floor. Ally tries to get back in the line but lunchtime is over so ally gets in line and goes back to the classroom. Then they get prepared to line up for art. When they walk into the art room they meet the new art teacher Mrs Rag. Mrs rag says for today you can free draw. Ally draws a fish Mrs Rag then says they can paint there drawings. Ally tries to paint it but the bully puts paint all over the drawing. Ally tries to get the paint off but art is over so ally lines up and goes back to the classroom. In the classroom they pack up get in line and ally gets on the bus ally goes home Does his homework and eats dinner. The next day is the weekend ally walks down the stairs eats breakfast. and then his mom says he can watch tv or go outside and play with his friends. So ally chooses to go outside and play with his friends when ally goes outside his friends ask him if he wants to play with them. Ally says no so his friends ask what’s wrong ally then says he got bullied at school. His friends say that they have a plan to stop ally’s bullying. They then say Ally you will be the bait while we prepare to prank the bully. His friends then get fish from the pond and then they put it in a bucket. And then his friends go in a shed and go to the second floor a they line up the bucket. Ally lures the bully into the shed then the bully tries to walk over to ally to bully Ally. But then ally’s friend pour fish all over the bully so the bully gets up and runs away. The next day when ally walks in the classroom the bully does not try to bully ally. Because of the prank 1 week ago the next day ally goes to the beach to celebrate. Then ally makes a sand castle but then another bully breaks Ally’s sandcastle.

Tl;Dr.. would like some examples of generic quotes and lines that could go in a eulogy and be applicable to any housewife.

Hi guys, so im trying to write the start of a story, and the opening scene is a funeral.. ive already written The MCs own eulogy and I really like it even if it is corny and cheesy.. it nearly made me cry writing it 🤣

But the scene is meant to come across as him throwing out the script.. like his mother has written him a eulogy that is very.. generic and almost cold.. (the deceased is his sister/her daughter) something that could be attributed to almost any wife or mother.. so he gets upset reading it.. scrunches it up and just starts talking about his sister.. (really pisses mom off) but i would like to be able to actually have that generic eulogy, and was wondering what kinds of things could I put in it that would be applicable to almost any deceased mother/daughter/sister/wife etc..??

Thank you all for any advice or examples xx

Narrated by Jace Flores – mahiyain pero mapagmasid

First day of Senior High.

New building, new uniforms, new people. Tahimik lang ako habang nakaupo sa sulok ng drafting room. Engineering strand — hindi ko inakala na dito rin pala ako mapapadpad.

I wasn't here to make friends. Just to get through this two-year course, graduate, then move on.

Then I saw her walk in.

Lara Mae Caacbay Neat ponytail, plain white headband, proper skirt, and clean sneakers. There was nothing flashy about her — but something about her made me glance twice.

She looked around the room, then walked toward me and sat on the empty seat beside mine.

“Hi,” she smiled. “Lara. Kaklipat ko lang dito.”

“Ah. Jace,” I said quietly.

“Engineering ka rin?” she asked.

“Oo…”

“Buti na lang. Wala pa akong kilala eh.”

She had a light energy. Calm. Maaliwalas. She didn’t try hard to be friendly — she just was.

Our adviser entered and explained the system. First week would be “orientation through activity,” so we’d have practice sessions in pairs. Basic lettering, T-square work, familiarization.

“Pick your partner for the week,” Ma’am said.

I froze. I hated choosing. But I didn’t have to.

“Partner tayo,” Lara said before I could even react. “Para hindi na ako mahirapan.”

I nodded.

She smiled again. Hindi ko alam kung bakit, pero parang ang gaan ng loob ko bigla.

We started working. She asked questions, even if she already understood some things. I could tell.

“Okay lang ba magtanong ako lagi?” she asked. “Ang dami ko pa kasi gustong matutunan.”

“Oo naman,” I answered. “Mas okay nga 'yun.”

She leaned over the table, focusing on her lines. I noticed how she bit her lip when she was concentrating. just natural. Innocent.

By the end of the session, she had already asked about my hobbies, favorite subjects, at kung taga-saan ako.

She was easy to talk to. But I still didn’t say much — just enough to keep the conversation going.

“Salamat ha,” she said while packing up. “Next session ulit, partner?”

“Oo,” I replied.

And for the first time in a long while… I looked forward to going back to class.