Where is His Intelligence?
why head there?
where he knows
will weaken his bones
and loose his skin
why not turn back
or stay here
at least his looks and
strength will be with him
#poem #review #AhmadMusa
why head there?
where he knows
will weaken his bones
and loose his skin
why not turn back
or stay here
at least his looks and
strength will be with him
#poem #review #AhmadMusa
The Deal: A tale of betrayal
Part 4
"How are you feeling now my dear?" Nadia softly asks Raquel, she has observed that since the incident took place Raquel gets startled at every other sound. She even got hysteric, as if she was scared someone would hurt her, this was pretty new for Nadia who has never seen Raquel anything but calm. Raquel shudders a little at her voice still, as if it has come unexpectedly even though she already knew that Nadia was in the room. It has been three days since the incident and Raquel has yet to speak what actually happened that night. She has been awfully quiet since then. Nadia herself was perplexed for her own mind seemed to be playing games with her. She dangles between approving what she has seen that night because she saw it and felt it and disapproving it at the same time since it is ridiculous to even think that something like that could be true. But even remembering the ghastly scene scares her.
As for Raquel, she is now in pain. She has a broken head and punctured joints that ache every time she breaths. And the horrible scene of that night just doesn't leave her memory; it was worse than all the other times that she has been through this ordeal. This time she actually thought she was dead before she fainted that day.
"Raquel" Nadia speaks softly to her again caressing her head gently. "You know you can speak to me freely. Whatever you will tell me I will listen to it as a friend and keep it a secret if you wish for it to remain so. But please speak my dear, let me know what you feel." Nadia tries one last time to make her speak. She was instructed by the doctors to try and speak to her and so she tried her best not just because it was her duty but she was fond of Raquel.
Raquel looked suddenly very pale and weak after the incident. Her face has shrunk considerably and the bandages cover her forehead, her elbows, wrists, ankles, and knees. How she was injured remains a mystery as it always has been since she was first brought to the institution. She was put in with people who had a tendency to harm themselves and even now remains in that category and yet nobody knows a thing. Neither the doctors were able to find something on their own nor would Raquel open her mouth about it.
Nadia's voice brings relief to Raquel but what she said to her overwhelms her. Nadia notices the sound of sniffing as Raquel quietly cries. Nadia comforts her and at the same time, the memory of that night crosses her mind. She was scared then, she felt there was something, she knew she should run and yet she decided to look into the room. She wished she hadn't; for the sight froze her blood in her veins. Soon as she after so many struggles were able to cast the flashlight inside her room she caught a glance of so awful a creature that she won't forget till her dying breath. Those odd, hellishly hungry eyes; they dug in her like they meant to feast on her. That blood-covered mouth and that crooked nose, that putrid stench of death and decay, that feeling of cold. Even remembering them made Nadia feel nauseous. When she woke up she knew that telling others what she has seen was a sure shot way to become the butt of every joke ever, so she simply said that Raquel's body lying on the floor cast such shadows that scared her.
#tm #review #story
Part 4
"How are you feeling now my dear?" Nadia softly asks Raquel, she has observed that since the incident took place Raquel gets startled at every other sound. She even got hysteric, as if she was scared someone would hurt her, this was pretty new for Nadia who has never seen Raquel anything but calm. Raquel shudders a little at her voice still, as if it has come unexpectedly even though she already knew that Nadia was in the room. It has been three days since the incident and Raquel has yet to speak what actually happened that night. She has been awfully quiet since then. Nadia herself was perplexed for her own mind seemed to be playing games with her. She dangles between approving what she has seen that night because she saw it and felt it and disapproving it at the same time since it is ridiculous to even think that something like that could be true. But even remembering the ghastly scene scares her.
As for Raquel, she is now in pain. She has a broken head and punctured joints that ache every time she breaths. And the horrible scene of that night just doesn't leave her memory; it was worse than all the other times that she has been through this ordeal. This time she actually thought she was dead before she fainted that day.
"Raquel" Nadia speaks softly to her again caressing her head gently. "You know you can speak to me freely. Whatever you will tell me I will listen to it as a friend and keep it a secret if you wish for it to remain so. But please speak my dear, let me know what you feel." Nadia tries one last time to make her speak. She was instructed by the doctors to try and speak to her and so she tried her best not just because it was her duty but she was fond of Raquel.
Raquel looked suddenly very pale and weak after the incident. Her face has shrunk considerably and the bandages cover her forehead, her elbows, wrists, ankles, and knees. How she was injured remains a mystery as it always has been since she was first brought to the institution. She was put in with people who had a tendency to harm themselves and even now remains in that category and yet nobody knows a thing. Neither the doctors were able to find something on their own nor would Raquel open her mouth about it.
Nadia's voice brings relief to Raquel but what she said to her overwhelms her. Nadia notices the sound of sniffing as Raquel quietly cries. Nadia comforts her and at the same time, the memory of that night crosses her mind. She was scared then, she felt there was something, she knew she should run and yet she decided to look into the room. She wished she hadn't; for the sight froze her blood in her veins. Soon as she after so many struggles were able to cast the flashlight inside her room she caught a glance of so awful a creature that she won't forget till her dying breath. Those odd, hellishly hungry eyes; they dug in her like they meant to feast on her. That blood-covered mouth and that crooked nose, that putrid stench of death and decay, that feeling of cold. Even remembering them made Nadia feel nauseous. When she woke up she knew that telling others what she has seen was a sure shot way to become the butt of every joke ever, so she simply said that Raquel's body lying on the floor cast such shadows that scared her.
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Dark
#shortstory
The place was a dark, dense and the air made eerie sounds so did the palm tress.Mr Sharma had his work done and he headed towards his home.He was an obdurate man so he chose what most people don't, walking through the forests to avoid the hustel of traffic.
He was walking through the forest which had bushes, flying bats and thousands and thousands of insects make indistinctive sounds.The atmosphere was silent yet painted with the horror of wilds.
While walking he saw something stange, he saw a boy who was nearly 10 sitting on a rock,his head hung down sobbing trembling with fear . Mr sharma was humble enough tp ask the reason ,"What happened my child you shouldn't be out here at this hour". The Boy did not respond he asked again -
" is everything ok?"
By the time he lifted his head , the torch mr sharma carried had begun to flicker and so did his heart beat
The boy head hardly was a head, it had no features,no eyes,no nose,no lips ,no ears not even hairs it was smooth round ball . Mr sharma's torch had ran out of battery by then and so did his body .
Mr sharma began to tremble and ran as swift as he could his body was sweating and breathing hard .He bumped into a watchman gasping for breathe ,
"I saw something .."
"What " the watchman asked who held a lamp in his hand
"Something horibble ,...a boy ...a boy he had no face .
"No face ?"
" It was a monster "
"Oh my friend no one has a face here Are you mad? " saying the watchman lifted his lamp to his head .
He had no features no eyes not even eyebrows and then a swift blow of wind blew out the lamp.
#review
#shortstory
The place was a dark, dense and the air made eerie sounds so did the palm tress.Mr Sharma had his work done and he headed towards his home.He was an obdurate man so he chose what most people don't, walking through the forests to avoid the hustel of traffic.
He was walking through the forest which had bushes, flying bats and thousands and thousands of insects make indistinctive sounds.The atmosphere was silent yet painted with the horror of wilds.
While walking he saw something stange, he saw a boy who was nearly 10 sitting on a rock,his head hung down sobbing trembling with fear . Mr sharma was humble enough tp ask the reason ,"What happened my child you shouldn't be out here at this hour". The Boy did not respond he asked again -
" is everything ok?"
By the time he lifted his head , the torch mr sharma carried had begun to flicker and so did his heart beat
The boy head hardly was a head, it had no features,no eyes,no nose,no lips ,no ears not even hairs it was smooth round ball . Mr sharma's torch had ran out of battery by then and so did his body .
Mr sharma began to tremble and ran as swift as he could his body was sweating and breathing hard .He bumped into a watchman gasping for breathe ,
"I saw something .."
"What " the watchman asked who held a lamp in his hand
"Something horibble ,...a boy ...a boy he had no face .
"No face ?"
" It was a monster "
"Oh my friend no one has a face here Are you mad? " saying the watchman lifted his lamp to his head .
He had no features no eyes not even eyebrows and then a swift blow of wind blew out the lamp.
#review
BLOOD CANCER
Dreading each day thinking it'll be your last,
On a once happy life a dark shadow is cast,
The list of things left to do seems so vast,
But your time in this world is ending too fast.
How can one live knowing death is so near,
How can one fight if they're only filled with fear,
How can one stand knowing the outcome so clear,
That tomorrow they might lose all they hold dear.
A disease that kills you from inside out,
It nibs at your will to live filling you with doubt,
Shattering your spirit with body aches throughout,
Only a deadly silence echoes each time you shout.
It poisons your body before it can be diagnosed,
It spreads rapidly making it impossible to dispose,
Your organs eventually start to decompose,
Leaving you in the final state of an eternal comatose.
You are not the only one who will ache,
Your loved ones don't cry in front of you for your sake,
But once they leave your room their facade begins to break,
Seeing you wither thinking it's somehow their mistake.
Who to blame, is it coincidence or cruel fate?
In your God, should you now trust or hate?
In your mind this is a continuous debate,
Seemingly useless as you near your due-date.
An inner conflict starts to rise,
Is the hope of being cured nothing but lies?
For the sunrise you long and each sunset you despise,
Slowly trying to accept the fact of your nearing demise.
~ JAV
#review #poem #JAV
Dreading each day thinking it'll be your last,
On a once happy life a dark shadow is cast,
The list of things left to do seems so vast,
But your time in this world is ending too fast.
How can one live knowing death is so near,
How can one fight if they're only filled with fear,
How can one stand knowing the outcome so clear,
That tomorrow they might lose all they hold dear.
A disease that kills you from inside out,
It nibs at your will to live filling you with doubt,
Shattering your spirit with body aches throughout,
Only a deadly silence echoes each time you shout.
It poisons your body before it can be diagnosed,
It spreads rapidly making it impossible to dispose,
Your organs eventually start to decompose,
Leaving you in the final state of an eternal comatose.
You are not the only one who will ache,
Your loved ones don't cry in front of you for your sake,
But once they leave your room their facade begins to break,
Seeing you wither thinking it's somehow their mistake.
Who to blame, is it coincidence or cruel fate?
In your God, should you now trust or hate?
In your mind this is a continuous debate,
Seemingly useless as you near your due-date.
An inner conflict starts to rise,
Is the hope of being cured nothing but lies?
For the sunrise you long and each sunset you despise,
Slowly trying to accept the fact of your nearing demise.
~ JAV
#review #poem #JAV
ART & LIFE
Someone once said to me,
That art isn't what you see,
But what you imagine it to be,
How you precieve it is key.
Art is in the rhythm of a song,
The lyrics to which you sing along,
In the beats mellow or strong,
Making you feel as if you belong.
Art is in a painter's each stroke,
Every shade has an aim to provoke,
Every color leaving us woke,
To a message behind the paint's cloak.
Art is in the pages of a book,
Any genre that has you hooked,
Hidden contexts in every nook,
You just have to know where to look.
Art is in a poet's ink,
Each couplet forming a link,
With your life it begins to sync,
So engrossed that you forget to blink.
Art in many other mediums is found,
Each of which have become renowned,
Its meaning today can not be bound,
Life without art is a life drowned.
~ JAV
#review #poem #JAV
Someone once said to me,
That art isn't what you see,
But what you imagine it to be,
How you precieve it is key.
Art is in the rhythm of a song,
The lyrics to which you sing along,
In the beats mellow or strong,
Making you feel as if you belong.
Art is in a painter's each stroke,
Every shade has an aim to provoke,
Every color leaving us woke,
To a message behind the paint's cloak.
Art is in the pages of a book,
Any genre that has you hooked,
Hidden contexts in every nook,
You just have to know where to look.
Art is in a poet's ink,
Each couplet forming a link,
With your life it begins to sync,
So engrossed that you forget to blink.
Art in many other mediums is found,
Each of which have become renowned,
Its meaning today can not be bound,
Life without art is a life drowned.
~ JAV
#review #poem #JAV
The Deal: A tale of betrayal
Part 4
Nadia's screams ring through the empty corridors and the memories of those who have heard it. They were genuinely convinced that Nadia bumped into a serial killer then but now that it was not so, they could still somehow feel the aftereffect of it. Everyone gets a little tensed around that time of the night although Nadia hasn't been assigned night duty eversince. Three days pass and no more blackout or screams, nothing out of ordinary.
"How are you feeling now my dear?" Nadia softly asks Raquel, she has observed that since the incident took place Raquel gets startled at every other sound. She even got hysteric, as if she was scared someone would hurt her, this was pretty new for Nadia who has never seen Raquel anything but calm. Raquel shudders a little at her voice still, as if it has come unexpectedly even though she already knew that Nadia was in the room. It has been three days since the incident and Raquel has yet to speak what actually happened that night. She has been awfully quiet since then. Nadia herself was perplexed for her own mind seemed to be playing games with her. She dangles between approving what she has seen that night because she saw it and felt it and disapproving it at the same time since it is ridiculous to even think that something like that could be true. But even remembering the ghastly scene scares her.
As for Raquel, she is now in pain. She has a broken head and punctured joints that ache every time she breaths. And the horrible scene of that night just doesn't leave her memory; it was worse than all the other times that she has been through this ordeal. This time she actually thought she was dead before she fainted that day.
"Raquel" Nadia speaks softly to her again caressing her head gently. "You know you can speak to me freely. Whatever you will tell me I will listen to it as a friend and keep it a secret if you wish for it to remain so. But please speak my dear, let me know what you feel." Nadia tries one last time to make her speak. She was instructed by the doctors to try and speak to her and so she tried her best not just because it was her duty but she was fond of Raquel.
Raquel looked suddenly very pale and weak after the incident. Her face has shrunk considerably and the bandages cover her forehead, her elbows, wrists, ankles, and knees. How she was injured remains a mystery as it always has been since she was first brought to the institution. She was put in with people who had a tendency to harm themselves and even now remains in that category and yet nobody knows a thing. Neither the doctors were able to find something on their own nor would Raquel open her mouth about it.
Nadia's voice brings relief to Raquel but what she said to her overwhelms her. Nadia notices the sound of sniffing as Raquel quietly cries. Nadia comforts her and at the same time, the memory of that night crosses her mind. She was scared then, she felt there was something, she knew she should run and yet she decided to look into the room. She wished she hadn't; for the sight froze her blood in her veins. Soon as she after so many struggles were able to cast the flashlight inside her room she caught a glance of so awful a creature that she won't forget till her dying breath. Those odd, hellishly hungry eyes; they dug in her like they meant to feast on her. That blood-covered mouth and that crooked nose, that putrid stench of death and decay, that feeling of cold. Even remembering them made Nadia feel nauseous. When she woke up she knew that telling others what she has seen was a sure shot way to become the butt of every joke ever, so she simply said that Raquel's body lying on the floor cast such shadows that scared her.
#tm #review #story
Part 4
Nadia's screams ring through the empty corridors and the memories of those who have heard it. They were genuinely convinced that Nadia bumped into a serial killer then but now that it was not so, they could still somehow feel the aftereffect of it. Everyone gets a little tensed around that time of the night although Nadia hasn't been assigned night duty eversince. Three days pass and no more blackout or screams, nothing out of ordinary.
"How are you feeling now my dear?" Nadia softly asks Raquel, she has observed that since the incident took place Raquel gets startled at every other sound. She even got hysteric, as if she was scared someone would hurt her, this was pretty new for Nadia who has never seen Raquel anything but calm. Raquel shudders a little at her voice still, as if it has come unexpectedly even though she already knew that Nadia was in the room. It has been three days since the incident and Raquel has yet to speak what actually happened that night. She has been awfully quiet since then. Nadia herself was perplexed for her own mind seemed to be playing games with her. She dangles between approving what she has seen that night because she saw it and felt it and disapproving it at the same time since it is ridiculous to even think that something like that could be true. But even remembering the ghastly scene scares her.
As for Raquel, she is now in pain. She has a broken head and punctured joints that ache every time she breaths. And the horrible scene of that night just doesn't leave her memory; it was worse than all the other times that she has been through this ordeal. This time she actually thought she was dead before she fainted that day.
"Raquel" Nadia speaks softly to her again caressing her head gently. "You know you can speak to me freely. Whatever you will tell me I will listen to it as a friend and keep it a secret if you wish for it to remain so. But please speak my dear, let me know what you feel." Nadia tries one last time to make her speak. She was instructed by the doctors to try and speak to her and so she tried her best not just because it was her duty but she was fond of Raquel.
Raquel looked suddenly very pale and weak after the incident. Her face has shrunk considerably and the bandages cover her forehead, her elbows, wrists, ankles, and knees. How she was injured remains a mystery as it always has been since she was first brought to the institution. She was put in with people who had a tendency to harm themselves and even now remains in that category and yet nobody knows a thing. Neither the doctors were able to find something on their own nor would Raquel open her mouth about it.
Nadia's voice brings relief to Raquel but what she said to her overwhelms her. Nadia notices the sound of sniffing as Raquel quietly cries. Nadia comforts her and at the same time, the memory of that night crosses her mind. She was scared then, she felt there was something, she knew she should run and yet she decided to look into the room. She wished she hadn't; for the sight froze her blood in her veins. Soon as she after so many struggles were able to cast the flashlight inside her room she caught a glance of so awful a creature that she won't forget till her dying breath. Those odd, hellishly hungry eyes; they dug in her like they meant to feast on her. That blood-covered mouth and that crooked nose, that putrid stench of death and decay, that feeling of cold. Even remembering them made Nadia feel nauseous. When she woke up she knew that telling others what she has seen was a sure shot way to become the butt of every joke ever, so she simply said that Raquel's body lying on the floor cast such shadows that scared her.
#tm #review #story
Time
Once I saw a clock tick tock,
Then I just sat back and thought,
What is time?
I questioned myself on and
peered books from dusk till dawn.
Sitting back still, I wonder,
Is it time or my brain did the blunder?
What is time?
Is it just what passes off,
making one dull and dwarf?
What I make of time is;
its not just bit of science.
What is time I asked myself,
and this is what I got-
Its a circle round and round
Moving smoothly, has no bound.
Life is eternal, it never dies;
so is time it never flies.
It goes repeating, on and on.
Time, I think of what I can,
Is just an eternal loop.
Never we know where it began,
Never we know its end.
I believe in eternity of soul do you?
DARK
Once I saw a clock tick tock,
Then I just sat back and thought,
What is time?
I questioned myself on and
peered books from dusk till dawn.
Sitting back still, I wonder,
Is it time or my brain did the blunder?
What is time?
Is it just what passes off,
making one dull and dwarf?
What I make of time is;
its not just bit of science.
What is time I asked myself,
and this is what I got-
Its a circle round and round
Moving smoothly, has no bound.
Life is eternal, it never dies;
so is time it never flies.
It goes repeating, on and on.
Time, I think of what I can,
Is just an eternal loop.
Never we know where it began,
Never we know its end.
I believe in eternity of soul do you?
DARK
Title - the unfulfilled wish
Part 2
surprise boss. hey you all here, how! I was wondered (they all are worked in my own company) Nitin what type of voice it is?? she asked( she is my wife Nidhi, she handle my finance department) and came outside the kitchen! good afternoon mam! happy birthday mam they all say In one voice. thank you so much and she was very wondered, welcome in my home, come inside Nidhi and I said with the surprising face. they come inside and sit on the sofa they all looking happy and were smiled on everyone's face.!! mam!! what a plan for today they all asked me. actually, I have not decide today plan, Nidhi said. among all one person say, what! you all think about today's party with mam and boss. they all appreciate this idea but I (Nitin) was not happy, I whisper in Nidhi ears. why you invited them here, I asked, she told me slowly that I'm not invited them here, I thought you invited them here. But why'll I Invite them here, you have a mind?? I was angry with her. This is talk of thinking that if you are not invited them here and I am also not invited them here then who invited them here we both were wondered and blaming to each other but no one knows that who invited them here.i have one idea, no, more idea, Nidhi said.!what idea you have, I asked. She suggests to me many ideas find out that who invited them here but her all idea was worst and after few minutes she cries suddenly. Hey why are you crying, I asked. She told me that I do one mistake, hey it's ok no problem but she was still crying slowly. I hold her hand and wanna go into my room but my friends asked hey boss where are you going and why you hold mam hand and they all smile Secretary. I said guys you carry on your surprise plan, we both are going to decide today's plan, see you later but still, I hold her hand and we both reached in my room balcony and I leave her hand and ask again, why are you crying? ? but she repeats again that she do one mistake. Why are you crying?? my mother, tells me the reason but she still cries. Listen, don't eat my mind, why are you made a pudding of my whole brain, I shouted on her. You have pudding then give me and she smiles. Listen Nidhi I am very serious at this time. she wipes tears and said actually before 3 days ago in the company I was just talking that after 3 days is my birthday so I'm guessing that they all came here. What?? but why you told everyone, you know very well that I don't like to celebrate my birthday and all party, I shouted at her. she was afraid and said I know but why you don't like to celebrate a birthday and sorry to say but I know very well that your parents died on your 15th birthday, Nidhi said.
yes, it is true and there another reason but I hid with you from starting and this is also a reason behind it that why am I never celebrate any birthday part
And the hidden reason is .....
To be continued
#writerpen #review #story
Part 2
surprise boss. hey you all here, how! I was wondered (they all are worked in my own company) Nitin what type of voice it is?? she asked( she is my wife Nidhi, she handle my finance department) and came outside the kitchen! good afternoon mam! happy birthday mam they all say In one voice. thank you so much and she was very wondered, welcome in my home, come inside Nidhi and I said with the surprising face. they come inside and sit on the sofa they all looking happy and were smiled on everyone's face.!! mam!! what a plan for today they all asked me. actually, I have not decide today plan, Nidhi said. among all one person say, what! you all think about today's party with mam and boss. they all appreciate this idea but I (Nitin) was not happy, I whisper in Nidhi ears. why you invited them here, I asked, she told me slowly that I'm not invited them here, I thought you invited them here. But why'll I Invite them here, you have a mind?? I was angry with her. This is talk of thinking that if you are not invited them here and I am also not invited them here then who invited them here we both were wondered and blaming to each other but no one knows that who invited them here.i have one idea, no, more idea, Nidhi said.!what idea you have, I asked. She suggests to me many ideas find out that who invited them here but her all idea was worst and after few minutes she cries suddenly. Hey why are you crying, I asked. She told me that I do one mistake, hey it's ok no problem but she was still crying slowly. I hold her hand and wanna go into my room but my friends asked hey boss where are you going and why you hold mam hand and they all smile Secretary. I said guys you carry on your surprise plan, we both are going to decide today's plan, see you later but still, I hold her hand and we both reached in my room balcony and I leave her hand and ask again, why are you crying? ? but she repeats again that she do one mistake. Why are you crying?? my mother, tells me the reason but she still cries. Listen, don't eat my mind, why are you made a pudding of my whole brain, I shouted on her. You have pudding then give me and she smiles. Listen Nidhi I am very serious at this time. she wipes tears and said actually before 3 days ago in the company I was just talking that after 3 days is my birthday so I'm guessing that they all came here. What?? but why you told everyone, you know very well that I don't like to celebrate my birthday and all party, I shouted at her. she was afraid and said I know but why you don't like to celebrate a birthday and sorry to say but I know very well that your parents died on your 15th birthday, Nidhi said.
yes, it is true and there another reason but I hid with you from starting and this is also a reason behind it that why am I never celebrate any birthday part
And the hidden reason is .....
To be continued
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#wca
#wcss
#review
#anonWrites
The last flight from earth was passing through the upper atmosphere. I was near the window bidding my farewells to our long inhabited mother earth. We are leaving our former home after failing all attempts to redirect its axis.
It all started on May 12 at 10 am. A meteorite as huge as the moon was passing through the planet Mars. I am an astrophysicist in the Great Inter-Planetary Support Organization. We recieved intel from our Mars center about the meteorite's projectile.
I was coordinating the final attempt to blast the metorite to tiny pieces which would have vapourized on entry into Earth's orbit. We directed some laser shooters from the International Space Station towards the meteorite and was ready to shoot. When the meteorite got closer to the moon, our laser shooters started shooting at it. The meteorite was huge and all our laser missiles appeared so puny in comparison. We were failing every attempt and with each minute the meteorite got closer. It seemed there was nothing we could really do to stop it. The meteorite striked Earth in the northern region and that caused the planet to tilt its axis. We realized that meant it would make the planet head towards the sun and eventually scorch every living being on it. The final backup plan was to leave earth immediately and shift to Mars. We were already established there and ready to expand.
Today was the last flight to leave Earth with the last passengers. We were able to move the entire remaining Earth's population in a matter of weeks. The only people left to travel were the launch engineers, some astrophysicists and a few executives who oversaw the whole operation. We got into the rocket and began the countdown. After the countdown, the rocket took off and we reached earth's upper atmosphere in 15 minutes.
I was seated near a window and I was able to see our mother Earth as we were leaving it for the last time. It looked so motherly, so beautiful and so warmthful. I remembered my first flight which was to the moon to collect some geologic samples. And now, the time has come to move away.
I decided it is time to say my goodbyes. I put a hand on my heart and decided to recite Earth's national anthem which was registered in the interplanetary records.
"Earth, thy is so beautiful,
Thy shall not perish in our hearts,
Thy shall stay our first and most valuable planet,
We shall not forget you.
You taught us life,
you taught us progress,
you showed us the whole universe,
and you shall be the whole universe's mother"
As I was saying my goodbyes, my eyes got watery and my heart got heavy. It was really hard to bid my first home goodbye. To bid my first planet in my galactic journey goodbye. But alas, all things must perish.
Goodbye, mother earth. We will always be together in spirit.
#wcss
#review
#anonWrites
The last flight from earth was passing through the upper atmosphere. I was near the window bidding my farewells to our long inhabited mother earth. We are leaving our former home after failing all attempts to redirect its axis.
It all started on May 12 at 10 am. A meteorite as huge as the moon was passing through the planet Mars. I am an astrophysicist in the Great Inter-Planetary Support Organization. We recieved intel from our Mars center about the meteorite's projectile.
I was coordinating the final attempt to blast the metorite to tiny pieces which would have vapourized on entry into Earth's orbit. We directed some laser shooters from the International Space Station towards the meteorite and was ready to shoot. When the meteorite got closer to the moon, our laser shooters started shooting at it. The meteorite was huge and all our laser missiles appeared so puny in comparison. We were failing every attempt and with each minute the meteorite got closer. It seemed there was nothing we could really do to stop it. The meteorite striked Earth in the northern region and that caused the planet to tilt its axis. We realized that meant it would make the planet head towards the sun and eventually scorch every living being on it. The final backup plan was to leave earth immediately and shift to Mars. We were already established there and ready to expand.
Today was the last flight to leave Earth with the last passengers. We were able to move the entire remaining Earth's population in a matter of weeks. The only people left to travel were the launch engineers, some astrophysicists and a few executives who oversaw the whole operation. We got into the rocket and began the countdown. After the countdown, the rocket took off and we reached earth's upper atmosphere in 15 minutes.
I was seated near a window and I was able to see our mother Earth as we were leaving it for the last time. It looked so motherly, so beautiful and so warmthful. I remembered my first flight which was to the moon to collect some geologic samples. And now, the time has come to move away.
I decided it is time to say my goodbyes. I put a hand on my heart and decided to recite Earth's national anthem which was registered in the interplanetary records.
"Earth, thy is so beautiful,
Thy shall not perish in our hearts,
Thy shall stay our first and most valuable planet,
We shall not forget you.
You taught us life,
you taught us progress,
you showed us the whole universe,
and you shall be the whole universe's mother"
As I was saying my goodbyes, my eyes got watery and my heart got heavy. It was really hard to bid my first home goodbye. To bid my first planet in my galactic journey goodbye. But alas, all things must perish.
Goodbye, mother earth. We will always be together in spirit.
I am dying deep down inside and there is nothing shown on the shallows
It might cut me scars and run out my blood but I will keep it in the shadows
Sometimes I am sick of me, sick of trying to be great to those who fooled me, sick of them to tryina show me they are great so I am great again and they fool me again.
Are not we insane?
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It might cut me scars and run out my blood but I will keep it in the shadows
Sometimes I am sick of me, sick of trying to be great to those who fooled me, sick of them to tryina show me they are great so I am great again and they fool me again.
Are not we insane?
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A Life without soul
"Ah! My child do it briskly there is not much time left its the last one and its about to set off less than in an hour" said the man who was helping people to board there luggage .
There was barely anything left on earth now,no oceans,rivers nor oxygen .I had to sell my water to get oxygen for a day. The look of the earth was heart rending the atmosphere was tainted with red color, stroms of dust was the only thing that could be seen.
The soil was barely soil, it turned into hard red rocks and plants were like they never existed on the this planet.Even I was hurring to get into the shuttle, I knew there will be thousands who will be left abandoned to die. It was the moment when I had to think about myself than others.
"Last 10 mins to fly ", the man said .People were literally begging to take them to mars because there was nothing left here.The children were crying there hearts out and childing mothers were pushed, only stronger could survive .
Unfortunately I couldn't make it to the ship, But I knew there was nothing beyond but a life of slavery and hard bones I rather be dead and living like dead was my thought.
I was left there with million or should I say billion . We all saw the shuttle flying above us vanishing into the dusty blanket of air, the people moving in it never knew they were moving to there end, the ultimate end because there is no death on mars only a life without soul.
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"Ah! My child do it briskly there is not much time left its the last one and its about to set off less than in an hour" said the man who was helping people to board there luggage .
There was barely anything left on earth now,no oceans,rivers nor oxygen .I had to sell my water to get oxygen for a day. The look of the earth was heart rending the atmosphere was tainted with red color, stroms of dust was the only thing that could be seen.
The soil was barely soil, it turned into hard red rocks and plants were like they never existed on the this planet.Even I was hurring to get into the shuttle, I knew there will be thousands who will be left abandoned to die. It was the moment when I had to think about myself than others.
"Last 10 mins to fly ", the man said .People were literally begging to take them to mars because there was nothing left here.The children were crying there hearts out and childing mothers were pushed, only stronger could survive .
Unfortunately I couldn't make it to the ship, But I knew there was nothing beyond but a life of slavery and hard bones I rather be dead and living like dead was my thought.
I was left there with million or should I say billion . We all saw the shuttle flying above us vanishing into the dusty blanket of air, the people moving in it never knew they were moving to there end, the ultimate end because there is no death on mars only a life without soul.
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Title : 2081 The last flight from Earth to mars
Waking and getting up from my bed,
Shocked to see environment brown and the sky slightly red.
With tall buildings everywhere, a single tree is yet to be seen,
It feels like an awful dream as yesterday only the world was more green.
There’s some suffocation so I run back to the room,
Where the digital newspaper reads- “JAN 2041, 12 years of calamity and doom”.
The more I breathe; my heart aches and my eyes weep,
So thinking of waking up in a clean world, I go back again to sleep.
This time, opening my eyes, I run to the balcony,
The world is full of smoke, the continuous raining acid shows nature’s agony.
I am about to go unconscious before my son gives me an oxygen mask!
The usual earth bulletin shouts- “22 Jan 2061: today we start mars rehabilitation task”.
“There will be an auction and ones who will pay more will first leave the earth”,
“Additional cost, they have to pay to book their space shuttle berth”.
We destroyed the planet, extinction of humanity it seems,
I pinch myself and close my eyes. Maybe it’ll end this array of dreadful dreams.
Once more, I open my eyes but I feel exhausted; I feel so weak,
I want to say something but breathing tube doesn’t allow me to speak.
There is an announcement which says- “12 March 2081: the last flight to mars”,
“Last bits of oxygen left, the planet is succumbing because of its scars”.
“Healthy and rich have departed, elderly and poor have been left around”,
“So leftover shouldn’t panic or cry because a new hope for humanity has been found”.
At least my future generations have survived, with this reason I sigh,
It no longer feels a dream; so I close my eyes waiting to die.
But suddenly I hear something as if my mother is shouting,
Like she is pulling me out while in the sea of emotions I am drowning.
Covered with sweat, I wake up and run to see the newspaper,
Gosh! It’s 2020 only, and those dreams evaporated like vapour.
The earth is struggling, maybe the virus is one of its defence,
Something we have to do before those dreams make some sense.
Saving earth is our only hope and nothing else can protect us,
As the legends say- “If we will leave our mother, everyone will reject us”.
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Waking and getting up from my bed,
Shocked to see environment brown and the sky slightly red.
With tall buildings everywhere, a single tree is yet to be seen,
It feels like an awful dream as yesterday only the world was more green.
There’s some suffocation so I run back to the room,
Where the digital newspaper reads- “JAN 2041, 12 years of calamity and doom”.
The more I breathe; my heart aches and my eyes weep,
So thinking of waking up in a clean world, I go back again to sleep.
This time, opening my eyes, I run to the balcony,
The world is full of smoke, the continuous raining acid shows nature’s agony.
I am about to go unconscious before my son gives me an oxygen mask!
The usual earth bulletin shouts- “22 Jan 2061: today we start mars rehabilitation task”.
“There will be an auction and ones who will pay more will first leave the earth”,
“Additional cost, they have to pay to book their space shuttle berth”.
We destroyed the planet, extinction of humanity it seems,
I pinch myself and close my eyes. Maybe it’ll end this array of dreadful dreams.
Once more, I open my eyes but I feel exhausted; I feel so weak,
I want to say something but breathing tube doesn’t allow me to speak.
There is an announcement which says- “12 March 2081: the last flight to mars”,
“Last bits of oxygen left, the planet is succumbing because of its scars”.
“Healthy and rich have departed, elderly and poor have been left around”,
“So leftover shouldn’t panic or cry because a new hope for humanity has been found”.
At least my future generations have survived, with this reason I sigh,
It no longer feels a dream; so I close my eyes waiting to die.
But suddenly I hear something as if my mother is shouting,
Like she is pulling me out while in the sea of emotions I am drowning.
Covered with sweat, I wake up and run to see the newspaper,
Gosh! It’s 2020 only, and those dreams evaporated like vapour.
The earth is struggling, maybe the virus is one of its defence,
Something we have to do before those dreams make some sense.
Saving earth is our only hope and nothing else can protect us,
As the legends say- “If we will leave our mother, everyone will reject us”.
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PRESENT:
MARS,2123
"No,Dad I don't want to go without you, I don't want to leave you behind, Please please come with us" I beg my dad to come along but he reply with a cute smile "Look after your mom kiddo and Don't forget how much I love you both" and with the gentle kiss on my forehead, he turns back and the gates close. I can feel my heart hammering in my ears, but I don't want to look some where else and I can't even reply. I am afraid of looking afraid.
"Grandpa, Grandpa" I hear some noise but not sure where it is coming from, "Grandpa Alan, you are sleeping again at this time. It's the story time" Oh! This is my grandsons' voice so I think I was dreaming again. By dreaming and spending the life with that same dream is not less than an agonizing death.
"Not today Neel" I murmured. "No, We waited for the entire story for a very long time, Now you must have to tell" My only grandson Neel who is the life of mine now. The most precious thing in the world isn't gold or diamonds it's the innocence with which a child view the world and specially when their new world is the mars, the red planet.
The memory of my life was with that moment when I lose my father, and everything before it was a blur. I can't even remember the face but only my father's face with wet eyes but with a tiny smile..
Looking back, I think a part of my mother died that day too; I just realize that on the mars.
Earth, 2081:
The last flight is about to leave to mars as a huge asteroid much enormous than the earth is going to strike and will destroy the earth. So there's a jolt as the last stage of our rocket drops away to burn up in the atmosphere. My eyes snaps to the mission clock.
"Twenty minutes and fifteen seconds". And I hold the hands of my father and mother very tight which I don't want to let go. But I discover my father seems looking for something and that something is my younger brother and he is not with us in the rocket.
So he decides to go out to find him but the rocket is about to take off.
Then he just vanish with his last words "Look after your mom kiddo and Don't forget how much I love you both" and gates closes and so my hopes that I would see my father and brother again.
Then I hear the reverse counting that means the rocket is about to blast and leave but my father isn't here by my side nether mine younger brother.
"Three, Two, One.." and I close my eyes at the deafening explosion of the rocket engines. The force of the 100 tonne bomb beneath me jams my spine into the seat as it fights gravity and lifts its mammoth weight into the sky.
At the same time, a blast of adrenaline rips through my nervous system, making my heart pond so hard I can feel my head throbbing. With each breath, I feel the gnawing fear that it may be my last but my teary eyes realizes me that my father and my little brother is not with me.
My stomach twists into a tighter knot despite my pre-launch dose of anti-nausia drugs. I find it hard to breathe, and I know it's from more than just the tremendous gravity forces crushing my chest.The panic no longer lurks in the back of my mind, it's kicking the door down but i felt a touch on my hand and I can feel My mother is also by my side and she gently waved "It's gonna be okay".
And after a long journey of 3 months and 20 days we finally reach the red planet and the volunteers just welcome us check our cylinders if they need to change. But yeah we are alright.
And from now onwards my only home is mars and I have to live my life with this culpability.
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PRESENT:
MARS,2123
"No,Dad I don't want to go without you, I don't want to leave you behind, Please please come with us" I beg my dad to come along but he reply with a cute smile "Look after your mom kiddo and Don't forget how much I love you both" and with the gentle kiss on my forehead, he turns back and the gates close. I can feel my heart hammering in my ears, but I don't want to look some where else and I can't even reply. I am afraid of looking afraid.
"Grandpa, Grandpa" I hear some noise but not sure where it is coming from, "Grandpa Alan, you are sleeping again at this time. It's the story time" Oh! This is my grandsons' voice so I think I was dreaming again. By dreaming and spending the life with that same dream is not less than an agonizing death.
"Not today Neel" I murmured. "No, We waited for the entire story for a very long time, Now you must have to tell" My only grandson Neel who is the life of mine now. The most precious thing in the world isn't gold or diamonds it's the innocence with which a child view the world and specially when their new world is the mars, the red planet.
The memory of my life was with that moment when I lose my father, and everything before it was a blur. I can't even remember the face but only my father's face with wet eyes but with a tiny smile..
Looking back, I think a part of my mother died that day too; I just realize that on the mars.
Earth, 2081:
The last flight is about to leave to mars as a huge asteroid much enormous than the earth is going to strike and will destroy the earth. So there's a jolt as the last stage of our rocket drops away to burn up in the atmosphere. My eyes snaps to the mission clock.
"Twenty minutes and fifteen seconds". And I hold the hands of my father and mother very tight which I don't want to let go. But I discover my father seems looking for something and that something is my younger brother and he is not with us in the rocket.
So he decides to go out to find him but the rocket is about to take off.
Then he just vanish with his last words "Look after your mom kiddo and Don't forget how much I love you both" and gates closes and so my hopes that I would see my father and brother again.
Then I hear the reverse counting that means the rocket is about to blast and leave but my father isn't here by my side nether mine younger brother.
"Three, Two, One.." and I close my eyes at the deafening explosion of the rocket engines. The force of the 100 tonne bomb beneath me jams my spine into the seat as it fights gravity and lifts its mammoth weight into the sky.
At the same time, a blast of adrenaline rips through my nervous system, making my heart pond so hard I can feel my head throbbing. With each breath, I feel the gnawing fear that it may be my last but my teary eyes realizes me that my father and my little brother is not with me.
My stomach twists into a tighter knot despite my pre-launch dose of anti-nausia drugs. I find it hard to breathe, and I know it's from more than just the tremendous gravity forces crushing my chest.The panic no longer lurks in the back of my mind, it's kicking the door down but i felt a touch on my hand and I can feel My mother is also by my side and she gently waved "It's gonna be okay".
And after a long journey of 3 months and 20 days we finally reach the red planet and the volunteers just welcome us check our cylinders if they need to change. But yeah we are alright.
And from now onwards my only home is mars and I have to live my life with this culpability.
Title - the unfulfilled wish
Part 2
I thought that my parents came back yeah yeah I was run fast and very peaceful smiled on my face in this hope that they came back and I was thinking that I'll huge my parents tightly but as soon as I open the door I saw the police uncle came. I was wondered but I thought my parents came both them so I searched of my parents among them. The police uncle was looking at my habit and they asked, child what are you searching??. Hey uncle, why are you here??, where are my parents?? and why they did not come with you??, tell me where are my parents??, I saw everywhere but I didn't find them so I finally ask you and my w voice was a sensation. child listen to me I want to tell you something. No no no first you tell me where are my parents, you know what uncle 2 days ago was my birthday and my parents told me that they are going to purchase my gift but still, they both not came and in the evening my neighborhood uncle told me that my parents have been dead in an accident, I can't believe on them, they feel joules to my parents because my parents have a good reputation in the company instead of uncle
Child child child stop, take a break I know you love very much to our parent's child, what your name uncle asked. Nitin, I said. So you are a good boy and your parents have been...
Yes I know they both in your car I stop his talk in the middle and run fast near to the car and say, mom. Dad.. Where are you I am here but no response, I said again in this hope that they came outside but again no response I go very close to the car but no one was in the car hey uncle came here. I was very pensive and was searching for my parents near the car but nothing found mom. Dad. I called loudly hey Nitin, Nitin child stop listens to me, I want to tell you something about your parents!! what!! I asked. the child your patents have died in an accident. After hearing this again I fell as like thunder fall on my head and cyclone came in my heart, No no no you tell a lie, please, uncle don't lie, call my parents I know they're angry on me because I'm average student, And I was fighting with my dad that I want one bike and phone on my 15th birthday because my all friends have but my dad denied, I know they want that I achieve 1 rank in 12th standard I said and tears fall in my eyes and tears rolled on cheeks and I remembered my mom told me they'll go on my granted grandmother home I know they both are there, I said with my full tears eyes. Child, I know you love your parents very much but we can't do anything, your parents told me to write a note for you before died and I want to give it to you, trust me nitin, they are no more.
Leave me alone I don't want to hear it, go go go I said and I cry loudly
Police uncle and his team member looked to each other and decide to leave me alone but I show clearly that tears were falling in his eyes but they wipe tears quickly. My child we are going, this is the last note of your parents, I put it at the table and uncle went. After they went, I take the note and cry very loudly and I start reading...
To be continued
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Part 2
I thought that my parents came back yeah yeah I was run fast and very peaceful smiled on my face in this hope that they came back and I was thinking that I'll huge my parents tightly but as soon as I open the door I saw the police uncle came. I was wondered but I thought my parents came both them so I searched of my parents among them. The police uncle was looking at my habit and they asked, child what are you searching??. Hey uncle, why are you here??, where are my parents?? and why they did not come with you??, tell me where are my parents??, I saw everywhere but I didn't find them so I finally ask you and my w voice was a sensation. child listen to me I want to tell you something. No no no first you tell me where are my parents, you know what uncle 2 days ago was my birthday and my parents told me that they are going to purchase my gift but still, they both not came and in the evening my neighborhood uncle told me that my parents have been dead in an accident, I can't believe on them, they feel joules to my parents because my parents have a good reputation in the company instead of uncle
Child child child stop, take a break I know you love very much to our parent's child, what your name uncle asked. Nitin, I said. So you are a good boy and your parents have been...
Yes I know they both in your car I stop his talk in the middle and run fast near to the car and say, mom. Dad.. Where are you I am here but no response, I said again in this hope that they came outside but again no response I go very close to the car but no one was in the car hey uncle came here. I was very pensive and was searching for my parents near the car but nothing found mom. Dad. I called loudly hey Nitin, Nitin child stop listens to me, I want to tell you something about your parents!! what!! I asked. the child your patents have died in an accident. After hearing this again I fell as like thunder fall on my head and cyclone came in my heart, No no no you tell a lie, please, uncle don't lie, call my parents I know they're angry on me because I'm average student, And I was fighting with my dad that I want one bike and phone on my 15th birthday because my all friends have but my dad denied, I know they want that I achieve 1 rank in 12th standard I said and tears fall in my eyes and tears rolled on cheeks and I remembered my mom told me they'll go on my granted grandmother home I know they both are there, I said with my full tears eyes. Child, I know you love your parents very much but we can't do anything, your parents told me to write a note for you before died and I want to give it to you, trust me nitin, they are no more.
Leave me alone I don't want to hear it, go go go I said and I cry loudly
Police uncle and his team member looked to each other and decide to leave me alone but I show clearly that tears were falling in his eyes but they wipe tears quickly. My child we are going, this is the last note of your parents, I put it at the table and uncle went. After they went, I take the note and cry very loudly and I start reading...
To be continued
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He woke up in the middle of the night to attend to nature’s call. It was eerily quiet, quieter than usual. He looked for his phone in the dark, but it was nowhere to be found. He could not risk turning on the light, for he did not want yet another sleepless night. He walked to the washroom without turning the lights on. No sooner did he open the door to his washroom than he stumbled upon someone and fell on the floor. Next to him was a body he stumbled upon. Screaming at the top of his voice, he struggled to turn on the bulb in the washroom. He went from panting to breathing heavily to being unable to breathe at all. It was not because of finding a body lying in a pool of blood in his house where he lived alone. It most certainly was not. It was because of the appearance, the physique of the body lying on the floor. Dark, long and silky hair. Brown eyes, wide open, staring into the abyss. A slightly twisted nose, as if it had been smashed while the deceased was a little kid. Ears so huge, popping out of his face, as if they’d been affixed with glue to his face. A young lean, tall boy. A boy he had known for the longest time, a boy he truly cared about, a boy he truly loved. While a part of him could not stop thinking about how it could have happened and what could have happened, a part of him wondered how it was possible. He looked at the pale body, blood drained out of it, touched it, and it was real. How could it be even possible? Was he losing it? Was he delusional, after staying at home for too long? How could his own body be lying dead in a pool of blood, with his wrist slashed? If he were dead, how could he feel his own body? The thought that bothered him the most was, ‘How could he do the thing he was most afraid of?’ He spent his entire life, fearing almost everything from water to fire, from land to sky, from animals to humans, only because he was afraid of death. His fear of death led to an irrational fear of almost everything, especially because he could never bring himself to understand death, to accept the idea of it or to welcome it. And yet, here he was, looking at his own lifeless body in front of him. Had the fear faded away? Perhaps not. Had the pain ended? Perhaps not. His urge to end his pain resulted in a life full of pain, perhaps forever. He lived the night that was never to last.
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The First Time You Got There
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You wanted to know everything in a minute
You wish you could grasp all things at a goal
You felt too late than earlier
At a glance, you could flip through the pages of old
memories.
The First Time You Got There;
You counted your name amongst great achievers
You could exhibit the sigh of letting down burden loads and taking up a crown
With some sort of pride in your bosom, you counted and
compared yourself to those who have also got there
Nonetheless, you expressed your gratitude to the few
“OMG! I feel at home”, perhaps that wasn’t your
destination.
The First Time You Got There;
You looked supercharged, ready to clear your path of any
competition and kind
In no time, you lost your prowess.
Awww! You felt it didn’t end well. Yes!
That was just the first time.
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© Benjamin Oduro
The First Time You Got There
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You wanted to know everything in a minute
You wish you could grasp all things at a goal
You felt too late than earlier
At a glance, you could flip through the pages of old
memories.
The First Time You Got There;
You counted your name amongst great achievers
You could exhibit the sigh of letting down burden loads and taking up a crown
With some sort of pride in your bosom, you counted and
compared yourself to those who have also got there
Nonetheless, you expressed your gratitude to the few
“OMG! I feel at home”, perhaps that wasn’t your
destination.
The First Time You Got There;
You looked supercharged, ready to clear your path of any
competition and kind
In no time, you lost your prowess.
Awww! You felt it didn’t end well. Yes!
That was just the first time.
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© Benjamin Oduro
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Day 112–February 18th, 2081
Dear Diary, I find it amusing that if you reverse the digits of the year in the date above, you will get my birthday, which is today. My bunker doesn’t have any window, but there are some in the dining hall. It gives a splendid view of the space from the ship. The distance has reduced Earth into a speck. Mars looks much nearer now - a red blot. I wonder if the color of the soil affects our skin tone. If that is so our offspring’s on Mars might have skin tones ranging from Pink to Maroon. Hilarious.
They say that we used Earth’s gravity as a slingshot, else it would have taken more than 300days. But now, around a month more, and HelloooMars. 50yrs of toil, and we did it. The place is livable now, they say–but only in closed crystal semi-spheres.
Thinking about the slingshot, I find it common with the spaceship that I too was thrown out of earth by… by my bitch step mom. I didn’t say to you, but I saw her rutting out to a man in my Dad’s bedroom! Disgusting. I miss you Dad. I wish it was her and you were alive. I think I did the right thing turning her over to the police for adultery. Now thinking about it, I could say I rather threw off myself from Earth. Its days has lessened by another 100 days. A few more 100s and life will be done there. Nobody knows how its magnetic field is vanishing and how with it is vanishing rest of the life forms starting from birds. Ok, now there goes the lunch buzzer. Later then.
N
Nikita closed her diary and left for the mess. She collected her meal and sat in her usual place along with Carl. He was reading a book on biology. It had the author’s photo at the back cover. Nikita’s jaws dropped seeing him. She grabbed the book from Carl. “Hey, manners girl.” He cried.
“Who is he?” asked Nikita, tapping on the photo.
“He is James Salmon,” Carl said. “The famous biologist who made it possible. Because of whom we will live on.” It disappointed him as the fact didn’t light up Nikita’s face, rather it became stiff. He heaved a sigh and picking up the spoon, “But sadly, he was killed the day before we boarded the ship.”
“Killed?”
“Yes, by his wife. Suspected adultery. But it is being now said that there might have been some scam they are brushing it under the carpet. He was a member of the board for Mars Project and took sexual favors for a seat in this ship. One per girl is the rumor.”
Nikita got up with the book in her hand, which slipped out on the way to the window. She placed her hands on it, looking out to the blue dot. Her eyes swelled and tears rolled out, as she whispered Sorry into the vast empty space.
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Day 112–February 18th, 2081
Dear Diary, I find it amusing that if you reverse the digits of the year in the date above, you will get my birthday, which is today. My bunker doesn’t have any window, but there are some in the dining hall. It gives a splendid view of the space from the ship. The distance has reduced Earth into a speck. Mars looks much nearer now - a red blot. I wonder if the color of the soil affects our skin tone. If that is so our offspring’s on Mars might have skin tones ranging from Pink to Maroon. Hilarious.
They say that we used Earth’s gravity as a slingshot, else it would have taken more than 300days. But now, around a month more, and HelloooMars. 50yrs of toil, and we did it. The place is livable now, they say–but only in closed crystal semi-spheres.
Thinking about the slingshot, I find it common with the spaceship that I too was thrown out of earth by… by my bitch step mom. I didn’t say to you, but I saw her rutting out to a man in my Dad’s bedroom! Disgusting. I miss you Dad. I wish it was her and you were alive. I think I did the right thing turning her over to the police for adultery. Now thinking about it, I could say I rather threw off myself from Earth. Its days has lessened by another 100 days. A few more 100s and life will be done there. Nobody knows how its magnetic field is vanishing and how with it is vanishing rest of the life forms starting from birds. Ok, now there goes the lunch buzzer. Later then.
N
Nikita closed her diary and left for the mess. She collected her meal and sat in her usual place along with Carl. He was reading a book on biology. It had the author’s photo at the back cover. Nikita’s jaws dropped seeing him. She grabbed the book from Carl. “Hey, manners girl.” He cried.
“Who is he?” asked Nikita, tapping on the photo.
“He is James Salmon,” Carl said. “The famous biologist who made it possible. Because of whom we will live on.” It disappointed him as the fact didn’t light up Nikita’s face, rather it became stiff. He heaved a sigh and picking up the spoon, “But sadly, he was killed the day before we boarded the ship.”
“Killed?”
“Yes, by his wife. Suspected adultery. But it is being now said that there might have been some scam they are brushing it under the carpet. He was a member of the board for Mars Project and took sexual favors for a seat in this ship. One per girl is the rumor.”
Nikita got up with the book in her hand, which slipped out on the way to the window. She placed her hands on it, looking out to the blue dot. Her eyes swelled and tears rolled out, as she whispered Sorry into the vast empty space.
Graveyard
I walked beside a dead graveyard
Keeping myself a foot apart,
I could feel the horror grow
When I saw a dead lying crow.
Something then hit me from back
I turned and saw it was all black
Horror started filling me
Fear started drilling me ,
Trembling convulsively I said below'
" There is no dead only living soul"
I heard again; something at my back
Oh lord my god! what I saw then
I saw my sweety granny grin.
Then I swayed and sat back ,
"Thinking I had seen a dead"
Then something just struck my mind;
"There is no dead only living soul"
Something happend very strange
The dark vanished, and turned vauge,
I saw my Garnny smiling hard
She took my soul to heaven above.
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I walked beside a dead graveyard
Keeping myself a foot apart,
I could feel the horror grow
When I saw a dead lying crow.
Something then hit me from back
I turned and saw it was all black
Horror started filling me
Fear started drilling me ,
Trembling convulsively I said below'
" There is no dead only living soul"
I heard again; something at my back
Oh lord my god! what I saw then
I saw my sweety granny grin.
Then I swayed and sat back ,
"Thinking I had seen a dead"
Then something just struck my mind;
"There is no dead only living soul"
Something happend very strange
The dark vanished, and turned vauge,
I saw my Garnny smiling hard
She took my soul to heaven above.
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The Deal: A tale of betrayal
Part 5
Raquel was lying on the floor of her room, face down. Her head was bleeding but the more concerning injuries were on her joints; they were cut up and pierced as if she was attacked with blades and iron nails. Oddly enough there was no blood around the joints, just on the forehead, and that too wasn't too much still she needed an urgent blood transfusion. No weapon to have caused such injury was in sight either, her room was thoroughly checked, the ground below the window was checked too but still, there was no clue of anything as such. She looked pale as a ghost and so fragile and brittle then, that it felt like she would break at a slightest of touch.
"Hush my dear" Nadia calms Raquel down a bit and then she feeds her. None of them mentions the night but for some time Nadia wonders if that's what has been hurting Raquel, that same ghastly thing that she saw in her room; but it was a fleeting thought and Nadia forgets about it as she tries to entertain Raquel. When Nadia tells Raquel that she has to leave now she could see the fear on her face, so she immediately asks Raquel if she wants her to stay.
Raquel pulls herself together and tells her that she is fine. Deep down she has an idea that even if Nadia stayed it wouldn't make a difference and that her fate was sealed a long time ago.
Meanwhile, the continuous failure by Doctor Philip to understand the case of Raquel puts the hospital management in a bad mood and hence they decide on appointing someone new. For this purpose, Dr. Edwin Morris is to replace Dr. Philips in a few days. Dr. Edwin has experience with the most peculiar of cases and has published a lot of theories helpful in the field of psychology and thus has earned fame at a very young age.
For Dr. Edwin coming back to his hometown for work is nostalgic. As he drives through the streets where he rode his bike in his college days he feels memories all rush in at once. Years ago he left his home to serve the world. He went to every remote area he could and helped people with his knowledge. Everything else came in perhaps as a reward to his selflessness. And now in his own hometown, a very prestigious Institution wanted him to look into a perplexing case, how could he deny it so here he was driving right to the Institution to work his magic.
PART 1:
https://t.me/WritersClub/305700
PART 2:
https://t.me/WritersClub/305703
PART 3:
https://t.me/WritersClub/305707
PART 4
https://t.me/WritersClub/309303
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Part 5
Raquel was lying on the floor of her room, face down. Her head was bleeding but the more concerning injuries were on her joints; they were cut up and pierced as if she was attacked with blades and iron nails. Oddly enough there was no blood around the joints, just on the forehead, and that too wasn't too much still she needed an urgent blood transfusion. No weapon to have caused such injury was in sight either, her room was thoroughly checked, the ground below the window was checked too but still, there was no clue of anything as such. She looked pale as a ghost and so fragile and brittle then, that it felt like she would break at a slightest of touch.
"Hush my dear" Nadia calms Raquel down a bit and then she feeds her. None of them mentions the night but for some time Nadia wonders if that's what has been hurting Raquel, that same ghastly thing that she saw in her room; but it was a fleeting thought and Nadia forgets about it as she tries to entertain Raquel. When Nadia tells Raquel that she has to leave now she could see the fear on her face, so she immediately asks Raquel if she wants her to stay.
Raquel pulls herself together and tells her that she is fine. Deep down she has an idea that even if Nadia stayed it wouldn't make a difference and that her fate was sealed a long time ago.
Meanwhile, the continuous failure by Doctor Philip to understand the case of Raquel puts the hospital management in a bad mood and hence they decide on appointing someone new. For this purpose, Dr. Edwin Morris is to replace Dr. Philips in a few days. Dr. Edwin has experience with the most peculiar of cases and has published a lot of theories helpful in the field of psychology and thus has earned fame at a very young age.
For Dr. Edwin coming back to his hometown for work is nostalgic. As he drives through the streets where he rode his bike in his college days he feels memories all rush in at once. Years ago he left his home to serve the world. He went to every remote area he could and helped people with his knowledge. Everything else came in perhaps as a reward to his selflessness. And now in his own hometown, a very prestigious Institution wanted him to look into a perplexing case, how could he deny it so here he was driving right to the Institution to work his magic.
PART 1:
https://t.me/WritersClub/305700
PART 2:
https://t.me/WritersClub/305703
PART 3:
https://t.me/WritersClub/305707
PART 4
https://t.me/WritersClub/309303
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The Deal: A tale of betrayal
Part 1
Nadia yawns loudly stretching her arms and legs to the point that they make a cracking sound, her mouth stretches wide open to her ears despite her valiant efforts to not yawn. It's three in the night and it’s deadly…
Part 1
Nadia yawns loudly stretching her arms and legs to the point that they make a cracking sound, her mouth stretches wide open to her ears despite her valiant efforts to not yawn. It's three in the night and it’s deadly…