The Assassin and the Pin of Velleity
chapter 1 (part 3)
The man who had been trying to suffocate Hitori a few moments ago was now on his feet, begging for mercy but Hitori was like an approaching tsunami, unstoppable, merciless. The man draws back in fear, keeping his eyes on Hitori, moving backward.
Then hope appears in front of him in the shape of a hole in the floor almost a feet away from him, he runs while Hitori keeps walking at his own pace. He looks through the hole, he could see light, he could see the street and houses beneath him. Happiness runs down his cheeks in the form of tears, he looks back at Hitori who is still far enough.
He quickly dangles his legs down the hole and then slides forward on the floor to jump in the hole.
I'm going to survive, he thinks in his head. I don't need any money, I'm going to stop this job right after getting out of here, I'm going to live, he thinks as his body passes the hole and right when his body has already passed neck down; he is stranded. He looks up in horror at Hitori's face who is holding him by his collar with only one hand. He throws his legs around and tries to get out of Hitori's grip as Hitori slowly raises him over the hole. "No!" the man screams as the hole starts closing underneath him. It gets smaller and smaller unless there's only enough space left for his foot to pass through it. The man, desperate to stop the only exit from closing upon him, sticks his foot in it but the hole closes around his feet, Hitori smiles a wicked smile as the man screams in pain.
Author's note: Cross fingers this is my final instalment of chapter one. So guys how did the chapter make you feel, grossed out? intrigued? terrified? horrified? thrilled? Do let me know😉
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chapter 1 (part 3)
The man who had been trying to suffocate Hitori a few moments ago was now on his feet, begging for mercy but Hitori was like an approaching tsunami, unstoppable, merciless. The man draws back in fear, keeping his eyes on Hitori, moving backward.
Then hope appears in front of him in the shape of a hole in the floor almost a feet away from him, he runs while Hitori keeps walking at his own pace. He looks through the hole, he could see light, he could see the street and houses beneath him. Happiness runs down his cheeks in the form of tears, he looks back at Hitori who is still far enough.
He quickly dangles his legs down the hole and then slides forward on the floor to jump in the hole.
I'm going to survive, he thinks in his head. I don't need any money, I'm going to stop this job right after getting out of here, I'm going to live, he thinks as his body passes the hole and right when his body has already passed neck down; he is stranded. He looks up in horror at Hitori's face who is holding him by his collar with only one hand. He throws his legs around and tries to get out of Hitori's grip as Hitori slowly raises him over the hole. "No!" the man screams as the hole starts closing underneath him. It gets smaller and smaller unless there's only enough space left for his foot to pass through it. The man, desperate to stop the only exit from closing upon him, sticks his foot in it but the hole closes around his feet, Hitori smiles a wicked smile as the man screams in pain.
Author's note: Cross fingers this is my final instalment of chapter one. So guys how did the chapter make you feel, grossed out? intrigued? terrified? horrified? thrilled? Do let me know😉
#tm #review #story
Let's Talk,
Yes.....I know.
It is a bit unorthox....
But
I need you to meet me at the finish line....
Then we can head back to start.....
Then lap it around again....
See, I've tried it......every....other......way.....
and this time, I need to make sure...
it's worth my while to stay.....
The notion that love conquers all
is a damn joke....
I want to love you...
.........but......
.........I need to do it in REVERSE.....
I Neeeeeed.....
to feel that crazy chemistry.....
before my heart's invested and tested.....
Whaaaaa?.....(laugh)
.... you think I'm crazy?
Hmmm....ok, well tell me..0
.....How long did Adam know Eve....
...before he KNEW the sticky of her sweet?
Frankly!!! I think it's time you get to KNOW me.......
So now....
I'll trace my steps back to where my confession was made....
but, wait
... before we take this back to the next level.....
will you please......
Tell me your name
#review #poetry #ds1
Yes.....I know.
It is a bit unorthox....
But
I need you to meet me at the finish line....
Then we can head back to start.....
Then lap it around again....
See, I've tried it......every....other......way.....
and this time, I need to make sure...
it's worth my while to stay.....
The notion that love conquers all
is a damn joke....
I want to love you...
.........but......
.........I need to do it in REVERSE.....
I Neeeeeed.....
to feel that crazy chemistry.....
before my heart's invested and tested.....
Whaaaaa?.....(laugh)
.... you think I'm crazy?
Hmmm....ok, well tell me..0
.....How long did Adam know Eve....
...before he KNEW the sticky of her sweet?
Frankly!!! I think it's time you get to KNOW me.......
So now....
I'll trace my steps back to where my confession was made....
but, wait
... before we take this back to the next level.....
will you please......
Tell me your name
#review #poetry #ds1
Perfect ProtectoR:)
I wanna break the unwanted pillars between you and me,
those were blocking the dawn sunrise view
that flows taking your gesture to my doorsteps.
it may be a little difficult for me to fulfill,
the desired expectations
but promisingly I will not be able to allow
any obstacle between us.
From the very start of our love,
I may be not able to be a good lover
but yet I always tried to be a perfect protector.
Though the north horizon has been witnessed many a time
ours unite moments,
I still wanna involve
the golden home going sun
into our benevolent moment:)
#review
#sb
I wanna break the unwanted pillars between you and me,
those were blocking the dawn sunrise view
that flows taking your gesture to my doorsteps.
it may be a little difficult for me to fulfill,
the desired expectations
but promisingly I will not be able to allow
any obstacle between us.
From the very start of our love,
I may be not able to be a good lover
but yet I always tried to be a perfect protector.
Though the north horizon has been witnessed many a time
ours unite moments,
I still wanna involve
the golden home going sun
into our benevolent moment:)
#review
#sb
Vulnerability
I can hardly look into your eyes.
Ambling about like a dandelion
My sight flutters, gaze not staying
Eyes not meeting yours.
My Heart skips a beat
As you vocalise how much
It means to you that I’m here.
I feel like a trickster
A phoney, donning a mask
Of an angel.
Hiding behind a virtuous shadow
My soul is but a darkened meadow.
Withering like an autumn leaf
It weighs me down,
I cower, awaiting an excuse.
No, I can hardly look into your eyes.
My eyes mist and tears fall.
Thank God,
Now I need not look into your eyes
Anymore.
#gisri #review #love #heartache
I can hardly look into your eyes.
Ambling about like a dandelion
My sight flutters, gaze not staying
Eyes not meeting yours.
My Heart skips a beat
As you vocalise how much
It means to you that I’m here.
I feel like a trickster
A phoney, donning a mask
Of an angel.
Hiding behind a virtuous shadow
My soul is but a darkened meadow.
Withering like an autumn leaf
It weighs me down,
I cower, awaiting an excuse.
No, I can hardly look into your eyes.
My eyes mist and tears fall.
Thank God,
Now I need not look into your eyes
Anymore.
#gisri #review #love #heartache
Empty warning
Nobody understands
And I don't care
I don't want they to understand
How to help, when you don't feel?
With my head at the pillow
My world fall apart
And my tears find a way
Showing me the *extreme
The pain destroy me
The pain makes me stronger
The pain should end
The paind won't end
The pain won, then
Fill me with joy
Show md a way
Or just hear me
Just... help me
#review
Nobody understands
And I don't care
I don't want they to understand
How to help, when you don't feel?
With my head at the pillow
My world fall apart
And my tears find a way
Showing me the *extreme
The pain destroy me
The pain makes me stronger
The pain should end
The paind won't end
The pain won, then
Fill me with joy
Show md a way
Or just hear me
Just... help me
#review
#review #at
For The Fear
Do you ever deny your heart,
That thrilling adventurous feeling?
Do you ever cage it,
For the fear it might stop beating?
Do you ever stop yourself
From looking down a mountaintop,
Sacrifice the breathtaking beauty,
For the fear you might fall off?
Do you ever dive out of the water,
Having reached but only midway,
Leave the enchanting ocean bottom,
For the fear it'll take your breath away?
Do you ever stop your feet
From taking the unexplored track,
Give up on the escapade,
For the fear you might not come back?
Do you ever shut your eyes,
When you're alone in a dark inside
Never glance at the bewitching moon,
For the fear of what lurks in the night?
Oh but do you ever stop to think,
Do you ever realize exactly that-
What you fear is your death,
Not the aforementioned acts.
This fear of dying makes you fear
Living the pleasures of life at length,
But the day you start fearing life, mate,
Is when you start living for your death.
-Aarushi Tahilramani
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For The Fear
Do you ever deny your heart,
That thrilling adventurous feeling?
Do you ever cage it,
For the fear it might stop beating?
Do you ever stop yourself
From looking down a mountaintop,
Sacrifice the breathtaking beauty,
For the fear you might fall off?
Do you ever dive out of the water,
Having reached but only midway,
Leave the enchanting ocean bottom,
For the fear it'll take your breath away?
Do you ever stop your feet
From taking the unexplored track,
Give up on the escapade,
For the fear you might not come back?
Do you ever shut your eyes,
When you're alone in a dark inside
Never glance at the bewitching moon,
For the fear of what lurks in the night?
Oh but do you ever stop to think,
Do you ever realize exactly that-
What you fear is your death,
Not the aforementioned acts.
This fear of dying makes you fear
Living the pleasures of life at length,
But the day you start fearing life, mate,
Is when you start living for your death.
-Aarushi Tahilramani
A/N: Please do not plagiarize my works, if y'all like them, follow me on Wattpad @eccentricdestiny13@eccentricdestiny13
Anybody who would like me to check out their works or have any suggestions for mine, feel free to pm me:)
#review #at
Too Much
We'd fallen into Remorse Land,
He, she, you and I
Wanting to get out
But not giving it a try.
He, she you and I
Dawdled in the the dark death cup
When one fine day he and she
Gathered the courage to look up
They looked above and beyond
And saw people offering their hand
The hand that they took
And flew out of Remorse Land.
That left you and I
in a cup of regret twined,
which was quite like the inside
of our self exhausting mind
Years passed
I don't know how many
We're still stuck here
Plodding in our agony.
Oh yes we've looked up
looked up without a doubt
the people still await us
offering their hand to take us out.
But you and I,
We don't make such a hue and cry
So we lick our own wounds by,
Don't ever show them why.
The help stands right by,
It always does
We only have to take it
I know, but it's tough
Tough to pretend to not know
That to feel the helping touch
We have to let them know
That our world is too much.
-Aarushi Tahilramani
@Aarushi_T
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Too Much
We'd fallen into Remorse Land,
He, she, you and I
Wanting to get out
But not giving it a try.
He, she you and I
Dawdled in the the dark death cup
When one fine day he and she
Gathered the courage to look up
They looked above and beyond
And saw people offering their hand
The hand that they took
And flew out of Remorse Land.
That left you and I
in a cup of regret twined,
which was quite like the inside
of our self exhausting mind
Years passed
I don't know how many
We're still stuck here
Plodding in our agony.
Oh yes we've looked up
looked up without a doubt
the people still await us
offering their hand to take us out.
But you and I,
We don't make such a hue and cry
So we lick our own wounds by,
Don't ever show them why.
The help stands right by,
It always does
We only have to take it
I know, but it's tough
Tough to pretend to not know
That to feel the helping touch
We have to let them know
That our world is too much.
-Aarushi Tahilramani
@Aarushi_T
A/N: If y'all have any suggestions for my works, pm me or write them in the comments:)
LifelessFlesh:)
she feels unrealistic to blame him,
for the great loss of her.
after all, he is the pillar of the house,
that she once constructed through her dreams.
how things gradually changed,
from best to worst, is still a nightmare for her.
but yet she tries her level best to reunite them again.
Alas, she Fails.
She just a lifeless moving piece of flesh
on the so called reputaed house of Darjeeling.
#review
#sb
she feels unrealistic to blame him,
for the great loss of her.
after all, he is the pillar of the house,
that she once constructed through her dreams.
how things gradually changed,
from best to worst, is still a nightmare for her.
but yet she tries her level best to reunite them again.
Alas, she Fails.
She just a lifeless moving piece of flesh
on the so called reputaed house of Darjeeling.
#review
#sb
The Assassin and The Pin of Velleity
Chapter 2 (part 1)
It's a very sunny day, the kind of day which often comes after rain cleans all the dirt from the air and the sun shines right at you. The Yoshi market in Tokyo is a busy place, people holding their umbrella under their arms are shopping for vegetables, fishes and groceries. Some are just strolling, others are moving out to find and check another thing on their shopping list.
Haruka walks freely among them, her hands in her pocket, humming 'spring day' inside her head in perfect harmony with the song playing in her ears through her headphones. Although she likes the song she has never felt any connection with it in real, just a liking for the beat.
Her narrow dark eyes are looking around for something while her face remains carefree. To anyone who would look at her, she would be described as someone trying to find a shop among all the other similar looking shops, while some others would just take her as a stroller given the certainty of her steps.
Haruka's eyes soon identify what she has been looking for and without any hesitation, she moves towards him.
A man gets off his Rolls-Royce, his guards are standing beside him, one on each side but that doesn't bother Haruka, not in the least. He looks like a misfit for the place, dressed up in fine suit, hills of his boot clicking and announcing his wealth but nobody notices him all that much. At this place no one cares who you are as long as you don't win over them in a bargaining match.
She walks up to him without actually looking in his direction as if he was a stranger to her, sharply cutting away from his guards and gets behind him in a blink, his guards stay clueless.
The man after walking only a few steps after passing Haruka suddenly falls on his face. His guards have a panicked look on their face, their eyes flutter around the place searching for a single clue of how the tragedy took place, their legs trembling, their throats tightening with fear. The crowd starts gathering around them filling the environment with the sounds of 'oohs!' and 'aahs!'. The thin knife sticking at the back of the man's head stands proud of its accomplishment in its place. Blood oozes out of the man's head where the knife has made its way in, soaking his white hair into crimson of the pomegranate. Haruka observes the scene from a little far away, smiles her pretty smile and puts on her helmet, then putting her bike in gear, she races away.
Author's note: Here's a part of chapter 2 again because telegram won't let me post the whole thing at once. For anyone who hasn't read the other parts please do check them out too😊.
#review #tm #story
Chapter 2 (part 1)
It's a very sunny day, the kind of day which often comes after rain cleans all the dirt from the air and the sun shines right at you. The Yoshi market in Tokyo is a busy place, people holding their umbrella under their arms are shopping for vegetables, fishes and groceries. Some are just strolling, others are moving out to find and check another thing on their shopping list.
Haruka walks freely among them, her hands in her pocket, humming 'spring day' inside her head in perfect harmony with the song playing in her ears through her headphones. Although she likes the song she has never felt any connection with it in real, just a liking for the beat.
Her narrow dark eyes are looking around for something while her face remains carefree. To anyone who would look at her, she would be described as someone trying to find a shop among all the other similar looking shops, while some others would just take her as a stroller given the certainty of her steps.
Haruka's eyes soon identify what she has been looking for and without any hesitation, she moves towards him.
A man gets off his Rolls-Royce, his guards are standing beside him, one on each side but that doesn't bother Haruka, not in the least. He looks like a misfit for the place, dressed up in fine suit, hills of his boot clicking and announcing his wealth but nobody notices him all that much. At this place no one cares who you are as long as you don't win over them in a bargaining match.
She walks up to him without actually looking in his direction as if he was a stranger to her, sharply cutting away from his guards and gets behind him in a blink, his guards stay clueless.
The man after walking only a few steps after passing Haruka suddenly falls on his face. His guards have a panicked look on their face, their eyes flutter around the place searching for a single clue of how the tragedy took place, their legs trembling, their throats tightening with fear. The crowd starts gathering around them filling the environment with the sounds of 'oohs!' and 'aahs!'. The thin knife sticking at the back of the man's head stands proud of its accomplishment in its place. Blood oozes out of the man's head where the knife has made its way in, soaking his white hair into crimson of the pomegranate. Haruka observes the scene from a little far away, smiles her pretty smile and puts on her helmet, then putting her bike in gear, she races away.
Author's note: Here's a part of chapter 2 again because telegram won't let me post the whole thing at once. For anyone who hasn't read the other parts please do check them out too😊.
#review #tm #story
Wall of Shame
Living on either sides of a wall,
Just a layer of brick segregating the opulents and restrained.
A side blooming with redundant opportunities.
A side struggling to make their labour worth.
Living on either sides of a wall,
A stack of bricks of a mere foot,
Putting these sides light-years apart.
A side trying to be like the other.
A side trying hard to mock down the the latter.
Living on either sides of a wall,
A child learns how to treat those who serve him.
Another learns how to serve.
Living on either sides of a wall,
One looks at the other with hopes and desires.
Another refuses to even glance.
Living on either sides of a wall,
A wall built so well,
One can not hear the cries of the other.
#tk #poetry #review
Living on either sides of a wall,
Just a layer of brick segregating the opulents and restrained.
A side blooming with redundant opportunities.
A side struggling to make their labour worth.
Living on either sides of a wall,
A stack of bricks of a mere foot,
Putting these sides light-years apart.
A side trying to be like the other.
A side trying hard to mock down the the latter.
Living on either sides of a wall,
A child learns how to treat those who serve him.
Another learns how to serve.
Living on either sides of a wall,
One looks at the other with hopes and desires.
Another refuses to even glance.
Living on either sides of a wall,
A wall built so well,
One can not hear the cries of the other.
#tk #poetry #review
My imagination is an empty canvas, I paint the world on.
I sit here on my comfy bed, lights out, just the sunlight of early twilight entering through my window.
I gaze at the pale white ceiling, painting my thoughts all over it with the colours of imagination.
I struggle to decide, what picture to paint, thanks to my reckless brain.
Shall I paint it with inspiration for the world to look upon? To give them hope when they are about to give up.
Shall I paint it with principles for others to follow? That would be useless, wouldn't it? In a world full of people who carry hatred in their hearts, mere words aren't enough.
Shall I paint my heart out and tell the world how I actually feel? No, I can't think of someone who might be interested in that.
Shall I paint my canvas about you? A picture describing all the pain you carry, explaining all the scars you have on your body and on your soul.
It might be surprising for you that I know so much about you but trust me, I can understand even the smallest, the scariest of thoughts that pop up in your mind.
I remember everything you tell me and observe which you don't.
Like that worn out bracelet of yours, you never take of.
It used to be bright yellow, now it's just pale.
Why don't you throw it away? What's the story behind it?
Maybe it's a souvenir you took from a relationship you never moved on.
Maybe it reminds you of your dad. Was it your birthday when he gave you this?
It taints your beauty when you dress pretty let me buy you a new one.
It won't feel the same as this, won't remind you of the moment you cherish so much.
I still can't understand what thoughts you carry with that shabby little bracelet.
Is it to you what writing is to me?
Does it help you paint your own canvas?
The sun is up, I gotta sleep.
One more night passed and my canvas is still empty.
#tk #poetry #review
I sit here on my comfy bed, lights out, just the sunlight of early twilight entering through my window.
I gaze at the pale white ceiling, painting my thoughts all over it with the colours of imagination.
I struggle to decide, what picture to paint, thanks to my reckless brain.
Shall I paint it with inspiration for the world to look upon? To give them hope when they are about to give up.
Shall I paint it with principles for others to follow? That would be useless, wouldn't it? In a world full of people who carry hatred in their hearts, mere words aren't enough.
Shall I paint my heart out and tell the world how I actually feel? No, I can't think of someone who might be interested in that.
Shall I paint my canvas about you? A picture describing all the pain you carry, explaining all the scars you have on your body and on your soul.
It might be surprising for you that I know so much about you but trust me, I can understand even the smallest, the scariest of thoughts that pop up in your mind.
I remember everything you tell me and observe which you don't.
Like that worn out bracelet of yours, you never take of.
It used to be bright yellow, now it's just pale.
Why don't you throw it away? What's the story behind it?
Maybe it's a souvenir you took from a relationship you never moved on.
Maybe it reminds you of your dad. Was it your birthday when he gave you this?
It taints your beauty when you dress pretty let me buy you a new one.
It won't feel the same as this, won't remind you of the moment you cherish so much.
I still can't understand what thoughts you carry with that shabby little bracelet.
Is it to you what writing is to me?
Does it help you paint your own canvas?
The sun is up, I gotta sleep.
One more night passed and my canvas is still empty.
#tk #poetry #review
Sword on my hand
Fighting your war
Crossing mountains
While healing your scar
Lighting the dark
The cave you go to hide
Or just staying there
Right by your side
Forgiveness was lame
Sorry never happened
I would just forget
No doubt in my heart
Love in golfing me
I will never regret
Though that was yesterday
Life time ago - the memory of today
#review #poem #kido
Fighting your war
Crossing mountains
While healing your scar
Lighting the dark
The cave you go to hide
Or just staying there
Right by your side
Forgiveness was lame
Sorry never happened
I would just forget
No doubt in my heart
Love in golfing me
I will never regret
Though that was yesterday
Life time ago - the memory of today
#review #poem #kido
A Tooth and a Half.A Tooth and a Half.
I remember being warned
When my first wisdom tooth grew
that life would be hard,
until all teeth fell off.
Now, I fight with all my strength,
Bite with every tooth I have
So that I can nail my dreams
On this wall of reality
Built by blocks of moments, hours and years.
Then they will be a real story,
so that even if I lose all teeth
I will have no doubt
that they bit all they could.
And all that will be left,
Will be a fallen wisdom tooth
And a half nail sticking out
Of the wall of time.
#Review #rocky #poem
I remember being warned
When my first wisdom tooth grew
that life would be hard,
until all teeth fell off.
Now, I fight with all my strength,
Bite with every tooth I have
So that I can nail my dreams
On this wall of reality
Built by blocks of moments, hours and years.
Then they will be a real story,
so that even if I lose all teeth
I will have no doubt
that they bit all they could.
And all that will be left,
Will be a fallen wisdom tooth
And a half nail sticking out
Of the wall of time.
#Review #rocky #poem
#wch #wca
The secret? That's what was going through my mind as I unboxed the cube.
36 cycles earlier
We were in deep space, almost at the edge of the universe. If there is even a concept like that. Our transmissions even with superluminal speed would take around a year atleast to reach back to Earth where the signal will then be received by three broad array satellites located in Houston, Sriharikota, and Sendai. We've been traversing the current star system for literally 31 Earth years.
The star system is unlike anything we could've imagined. Two ultra-massive neutron stars orbit an ultra-massive blackhole in a violent dance spanning light years. The stars were violently yanking along their orbiting planets in this death dance. To remain in a stable orbit, our calculations had to be precise to the umpteenth level of accuracy lest we get slingshot across the universe or worse begin our descent of doom into the unforgiving void of the blackhole's singularity lying just beyond its event horizon.
We were maintaining a stable orbit roughly around 4x the diameter of our solar system yet the beautiful carnage was amply visible to our sensors and even to the naked eye. It was then that we noticed the brightest flare ever detected by a human eye.
The flare originated from the depths of the blackhole's singularity and immediately the ship's proximity sensors blared to life. Something was heading towards us and fast. But what? We couldn't see nor make out characteristics. We tucked ourselves in and braced for impact.
After what seemed like eternity the sirens stopped. We made our way slowly towards the starboard and ran diagnostics and systems check. Everything seemed to be working fine. It was then that, Izaki, our signals expert picked up a strange low frequency hum coming less than 0.021 light years from our ship. We all unanimously agreed that it deserves to be checked out and quickly the volunteers were finalised. It was me, as the captain of the ship, and Kelly, our navigator. We hopped on to the torpedo and made our way towards the signal with Izaki running comms and guiding us.
As we approached the source, Kelly violently swerved to the side.
"What happened?", I asked. She pointed outwards and saw a mirror image of our torpedo in a holding pattern and all that was behind us. This thing was warping space and time somehow. The sensors picked up something solid and I took the decision to retrieve it and bring it back to the ship. My biggest mistake and certainly my last.
As we put the cube in the centre of the examination table we noticed that it was black. Blacker than anything humanity had ever encountered. The cube all of a sudden began to make a strange sound and ripples started to appear on its surface.
In front of our eyes, we saw bright lights and glimpses of the cosmos from various periods as our consciousness was being taken on a roller coaster ride to the edge and beyond.
If anyone receives this transmission just know the secret is - HP Lovecraft was right. There are things and beings beyond the edge and they're not our friends. It's too late for me and my crew but hopefully this message reaches humanity on time.
Transmission end.
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The secret? That's what was going through my mind as I unboxed the cube.
36 cycles earlier
We were in deep space, almost at the edge of the universe. If there is even a concept like that. Our transmissions even with superluminal speed would take around a year atleast to reach back to Earth where the signal will then be received by three broad array satellites located in Houston, Sriharikota, and Sendai. We've been traversing the current star system for literally 31 Earth years.
The star system is unlike anything we could've imagined. Two ultra-massive neutron stars orbit an ultra-massive blackhole in a violent dance spanning light years. The stars were violently yanking along their orbiting planets in this death dance. To remain in a stable orbit, our calculations had to be precise to the umpteenth level of accuracy lest we get slingshot across the universe or worse begin our descent of doom into the unforgiving void of the blackhole's singularity lying just beyond its event horizon.
We were maintaining a stable orbit roughly around 4x the diameter of our solar system yet the beautiful carnage was amply visible to our sensors and even to the naked eye. It was then that we noticed the brightest flare ever detected by a human eye.
The flare originated from the depths of the blackhole's singularity and immediately the ship's proximity sensors blared to life. Something was heading towards us and fast. But what? We couldn't see nor make out characteristics. We tucked ourselves in and braced for impact.
After what seemed like eternity the sirens stopped. We made our way slowly towards the starboard and ran diagnostics and systems check. Everything seemed to be working fine. It was then that, Izaki, our signals expert picked up a strange low frequency hum coming less than 0.021 light years from our ship. We all unanimously agreed that it deserves to be checked out and quickly the volunteers were finalised. It was me, as the captain of the ship, and Kelly, our navigator. We hopped on to the torpedo and made our way towards the signal with Izaki running comms and guiding us.
As we approached the source, Kelly violently swerved to the side.
"What happened?", I asked. She pointed outwards and saw a mirror image of our torpedo in a holding pattern and all that was behind us. This thing was warping space and time somehow. The sensors picked up something solid and I took the decision to retrieve it and bring it back to the ship. My biggest mistake and certainly my last.
As we put the cube in the centre of the examination table we noticed that it was black. Blacker than anything humanity had ever encountered. The cube all of a sudden began to make a strange sound and ripples started to appear on its surface.
In front of our eyes, we saw bright lights and glimpses of the cosmos from various periods as our consciousness was being taken on a roller coaster ride to the edge and beyond.
If anyone receives this transmission just know the secret is - HP Lovecraft was right. There are things and beings beyond the edge and they're not our friends. It's too late for me and my crew but hopefully this message reaches humanity on time.
Transmission end.
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Content warning: the words and ideology in the poem below might affect someone mentally.
Blood is colours red
And my hands are too
You wonder why...
Well I killed myself for you.
Everyday with expectations
When I looked towards you
You disappointed me every time
And pierced your knife through.
Night sky is black
And so my soul too
With dripping nails and veins
I lie lifeless for you.
Happiness is so colourful
It’s surrounded by hues
But everyday darkness whispers to me
That ‘I reside in you’.
Moon is said to be white
Well my suicide note is too
Which is full of lies
But what else in the world is true?
Appreciate the moon a lot
It’s welcoming all the time
Even if it holds every
Tear fell off my eyes.
What I leave for world behind
Is a colourful smile
But what I feel you deserve
Is all the darkness of mine.
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Blood is colours red
And my hands are too
You wonder why...
Well I killed myself for you.
Everyday with expectations
When I looked towards you
You disappointed me every time
And pierced your knife through.
Night sky is black
And so my soul too
With dripping nails and veins
I lie lifeless for you.
Happiness is so colourful
It’s surrounded by hues
But everyday darkness whispers to me
That ‘I reside in you’.
Moon is said to be white
Well my suicide note is too
Which is full of lies
But what else in the world is true?
Appreciate the moon a lot
It’s welcoming all the time
Even if it holds every
Tear fell off my eyes.
What I leave for world behind
Is a colourful smile
But what I feel you deserve
Is all the darkness of mine.
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Look At Things Differently
Most of the days nothing around you changes. It's the same SUN, the same MOON. The roads doesn't change their paths, neither do birds sings in different tone. But if you look closely all these monotonous elements of your life can look entirely different because of your changed perspective. It takes a while less effort to turn your usual days to exciting ones by looking at Things as blessings and giving them your attention like never before. Ask yourself what if all these would just disappear from your life and you find them all really special!
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Most of the days nothing around you changes. It's the same SUN, the same MOON. The roads doesn't change their paths, neither do birds sings in different tone. But if you look closely all these monotonous elements of your life can look entirely different because of your changed perspective. It takes a while less effort to turn your usual days to exciting ones by looking at Things as blessings and giving them your attention like never before. Ask yourself what if all these would just disappear from your life and you find them all really special!
#micro_insstory #review #jam