検索キーワード： ナレーター "Anita" すべてのカテゴリー

Ein Brummen und Grollen erfüllte den Raum, brachte Luft und Boden zum Vibrieren, als arbeiteten ungeheure Kräfte. Ein schauriges Gelächter gellte auf. Plötzlich regte und bewegte sich etwas in der Ecke des Raumes und ein grässliches Monstrum schälte sich aus der Dunkelheit. Der Cargyro war gekommen und mit ihm das Ende der Menschheit.

Panik und Entsetzen herrscht auf einer Insel im Ägäischen Meer. In gewissen Zeitabständen erscheint dort eine Dämonin, die unter den dort Lebenden schreckliche Ernte hält. Niemand wagt sich gegen die Teufelin zur Wehr zu setzen. Denn immer wenn die Knochenreiter erscheinen, weiß man, dass die Dämonin wieder ein Opfer braucht. Und die Knochenreiter, diese grausamen Boten des Unheils, sind unbesiegbar.

Free High is a raw and unfiltered memoir that takes readers deep into the highs and lows of addiction. I share my journey through drug use, the streets, and the endless pursuit of the next escape—only to realize that the ultimate high wasn't found in substances but self-discovery and resilience. From the first high to the down spiral, I expose the painful truths of addiction, the chaos it creates, and the struggle to break free. This gripping and honest account isn't just about survival—it's about transformation, redemption, and finding a life worth living beyond the haze.

No one ever called me by my name again. Not Anjali, my given name or Kalyani, Madhavan's family had decided was to be my married name. All of them just called me Bonda....' Set in Chennai, Why I Killed My Husband is about a woman whose quiet dreams are destroyed day after day by what her...

"Six o'clock. There is about this time a certain weariness. An intensity of grey that makes a man feel life is passing him by and that there is no way he can control what is happening to him. He is helpless, for how can he prevent the thickening of his arteries or the clouding of his eyes? As he...

"The Witch stood at the intersection of 145th and Amsterdam Avenue and took a deep breath. The chill of the kerb perforated the ancient leather of her shoes, invaded her woollen socks and seeped into her bones" Listen to "the Witch Wife's Tale" written and narrated by Anita Nair only on...

"There he sits. Tie-and-dye-robed, apple seeds coiled around his neck, beaming an aura of flower power. There he sits, deep in thought amidst his pot, roots, tubes, herbs, and the black cat with the raspberry tongue." Listen to "Come to bed, my Pretty" written and narrated by Anita Nair, only...

साराला मेमरी फेअरी होण्यासाठी असलेली परीक्षा देत असताना तिला थेट फेअरी ग्रँडमदर होण्यासाठी काय करावं? ह्याची...

डिव्होर्सी आई-वडील , अब्यूज करणारा बॉयफ्रेंड यांना कंटाळलेली अंजनी सबनीस, त्यांच्यापासून दूर गोव्याच्या शांत...

फेअरी ग्रँडमदरनं घेतलेल्या परीक्षेत सारा पास झाली. मात्र मेमरी फेअरी आपलं मॅजिक कसं वापरते? हे तिला फेअरी...

It stood in a damp patch of soil, squat. forlorn, mostly weary. The small branches had been snapped off and now tiny mounds of gnarled bark waved their stumpy fists in the air in mute rage. Beneath the ground was a jagged edge where the axe had spliced through, shredding the pith into a million...

The night is dark velvet, oozing blackness in giant drops. A darkness that shadows everything that dares disturb its fabric. A steady hum rises through the air. A glint of silver; a flash of life. Who dares to be out on such a night when only demons stir? Listen to "A Prayer for Sax" written...

"The cat uncurled, It stretched and flexed. Then it blinked. Fish bones of sleep still clung to the cat. A queer kind of fatigue that rattled within his bones and hugged with the insistence of cankers. For a moment, the cat stared unseeingly. Then he allowed routine to take over" Listen to "The...

"The Thanksgiving turkey lay on its back in the manner of all roast turkeys. A sumo wrestler pushed to the ground, rotund legs with enormous thighs staring helplessly at the heavens. The breasts, plump and proud with many days of force-feeding, glistened. The neck that cackled, gobbled and...

"As time goes by - Indian woman, 34, well-educated, successful, professional, 5'" slim, fit, spontaneous, vivacious, gourmet cook, extra-terrestrial believer looking to share friendship with 36-45 emotionally and intellectually successful loving woman. Laughing, fine dining - belief in alien...

"There is a world that huddles beneath the feet of every New Yorker. A subterranean realm of acrid grey, steamy lie and greasy fumes. In this devil basement, dank steel caterpillars, christened with molten metal alphabets on their deadpan foreheads, prowl hither and thither." Listen to "Satyr...

डेंजर विच भेटल्यावर, ती मदत करण्याऐवजी... सारा, मॅडी आणि ड्रॅगोला मारण्यासाठी त्यांच्या मागे लागली. मग सगळे निराश...

It hangs there in the cupboard. Breathing in through its many pores the combined fragrance of mothballs and air-fresheners, and the mustiness of damp. A muddy grey, it falls from the outstretched arms of the hanger, the skin of a beast from which the soul has fled. Limp, lifeless and deceptively...

मेमरी फेअरीचं समोर येणं हे सारा आणि मॅडीसाठी एक शॉक होता. त्या शॉकमधून बाहेर पडत त्या दोघांनी त्यांचा नवा मित्र...

How easy it is to dismiss me as a creature of no consequence. Yes, my dear friend, even you do it. The truth is, most people think they know everything there is to know about moths. It's all been recorded, transcribed and even published. Listen to "Behe-moth" written and narrated by Anita Nair...