Mysterious happenings were encountered at 3 am in Sofie’s city, Greenwood. On daily basis, murder was taking place at the same time, where the victims would be bisected into two parts, head a part and the body another.
This started when the serial killer dripped himself out of the prison a month before. Some say that it was suicide, not murder. But usually, how could anyone believe this fact? Could it be possible for any one to cut their own neck!
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TITLE: MURCIDE!
Sofie is a computer builder and a professional hacker. she too was very scared as she was alone in house and could be the next one to die! her parents were researchers and they had traveled to 'Green Plot Island' for a research. they were out since one and a half month. her parents were not able to connect to rest parts of the world as there was no signal out there in that abandoned island.
It was around past 2: 30 am. Countdown had already started for the next murder! Sofie in hurry, had rushed to all doors and windows of her house and closed them, and had Sat in her living room and was watching TV. About 20 minutes later, she heard a sound of glass being broken! It had come from kitchen. ‘Oh my god! same murderer’ she thought and ran towards bedroom and hid behind doors. Through a peep hole she saw the doors of kitchen open. A man with red shirt holding a long knife, entering room! he then slowly went in to living room. Suddenly, TV channel made a loud announcement that, “the time is three and you are going to die”. The killer turned towards the television screen, he saw a black and white hypnotizing circle rotating on the television screen. he then forgot all other things and began concentrating on the centre point of that weird circle. suddenly he came to stiff and still attention position and after three seconds he chopped his own neck! Sofie, instead of being terrorized by this incident, made a freaky grin!
One thing I left to mention was that all the murders left a common evidence that the victims where watching tv before they were dead!
Samhith
This started when the serial killer dripped himself out of the prison a month before. Some say that it was suicide, not murder. But usually, how could anyone believe this fact? Could it be possible for any one to cut their own neck!
#review #STORY #shortstory #subconsciousstory #pleasehelpinprovegrammar
TITLE: MURCIDE!
Sofie is a computer builder and a professional hacker. she too was very scared as she was alone in house and could be the next one to die! her parents were researchers and they had traveled to 'Green Plot Island' for a research. they were out since one and a half month. her parents were not able to connect to rest parts of the world as there was no signal out there in that abandoned island.
It was around past 2: 30 am. Countdown had already started for the next murder! Sofie in hurry, had rushed to all doors and windows of her house and closed them, and had Sat in her living room and was watching TV. About 20 minutes later, she heard a sound of glass being broken! It had come from kitchen. ‘Oh my god! same murderer’ she thought and ran towards bedroom and hid behind doors. Through a peep hole she saw the doors of kitchen open. A man with red shirt holding a long knife, entering room! he then slowly went in to living room. Suddenly, TV channel made a loud announcement that, “the time is three and you are going to die”. The killer turned towards the television screen, he saw a black and white hypnotizing circle rotating on the television screen. he then forgot all other things and began concentrating on the centre point of that weird circle. suddenly he came to stiff and still attention position and after three seconds he chopped his own neck! Sofie, instead of being terrorized by this incident, made a freaky grin!
One thing I left to mention was that all the murders left a common evidence that the victims where watching tv before they were dead!
Samhith
LOVE DEMANDS
REVISED AND EDITED VERSION
NOTE - Don't go for grammatical errors that will be fixed tell me if this sounds good now.
The atmosphere outside was cool,freezing winds were blowing ceasing every warm thing. Miss Rosie was sitting on the chair napping sweater.She gave a glance at the clock it was half past eleven, she was waiting for Easton her husband patiently.Her face had a glimpse of happiness, but her countanence seemed to be delibrating over some other fact .
It was the season of winter, on the right of the sofa which she sat was a glowing fire which kept the nature cosy, The fire burned giving a dazalling flame the only warm thing in entire nearby .Rosie wore a light pink color- furry coat, her hairs were tied at the backs still some think locks were on her sides, the winter made her cheeks turn pinkish color.
The room was brighly lit, it was painted in recent times so there was this smell of raw paint, everything was cleanly arranged.Outside the window there was heavy snowfall now.The smell of roasted goose was carried all along as Rosie had put a fresh goose in the oven.
It was the second time she made the tea, not fo keeping herself warm, but to kill time by taking it slowly sip by sip.By the time cloxk hit 12 she done with napping the little cap.
Finally the door bell rang, a faint smile was carried with rosie till the door.She felt as if she had been holding something from a millon decades.
"Hey sweety welcome home" she said taking his laptop bag, "why are you so late ?" She asked her voice calm and smooth, she gave a glance her husband, a man who was heavily built he was a tall bloke, with brown hairs ,he hid his happiness but was not left unnoticed by Rosie .
"Well, I was supposed to reach by morning but this weather ..."
Rosie interuppted him ," Forget it, you are sure to be hungry I made roasted goose, change and come to the table" saying she added ,"Did you get gold instead of pages fold that you are so happy?"
Easton didn't reply just to answer he shurrgured and said -"Maybe " and then he was gone to change.
There was something odd as Easton never seemed so happy in a while.She arranged the table with deliciously smelling goose roasted with knife stabbed on back, with toppings of cilantro .The smell of the goose had already made the neighbours dribble .
"How was your trip darling " Rosie said pouring a glass of wine . She was delibrating and proccesing in her mind great no of thoughts shd sat on the chair next to Easton.
"Great, hectic though." He said taking the glass of wine.
"I had to tell you something .." her voice was stammering, she had waited for so long to tell this news to her husband , but before she could finish she was interuppted by Easton
"Later my dear, let me have food ", He said tearing the goose into two halfs .
" Well! Did you meet Louisa there?" Rosie sounded a bit defensive .
"No " he said quavering
" Well well! " her countanence had change, taking a bit of food she glanced easton vividly .
" I have a good news for you, I am pregnant", she said smiling as esamy, hundrend's of feelings was running down her spine. She had already imagied in her mind how Easton was going to react , he would keep all things aside and kiss her,and then pick her up giving rounds and rounds in glee but she thought she would stop him as it could be dangerous.
"OH ! nice wow " he seemed confused was it an occasion to be happy or sad he continued ,"I wanted to say that.... "
Seeing such a dull response a rage of anger slapped her hearty emotions , all her thoughts were shatterted in a second as she could well make out the fact that Easton was not happy.
" Lets celebrate I will get you some more ice",she said and went to the kitchen.
#review #shashwat
REVISED AND EDITED VERSION
NOTE - Don't go for grammatical errors that will be fixed tell me if this sounds good now.
The atmosphere outside was cool,freezing winds were blowing ceasing every warm thing. Miss Rosie was sitting on the chair napping sweater.She gave a glance at the clock it was half past eleven, she was waiting for Easton her husband patiently.Her face had a glimpse of happiness, but her countanence seemed to be delibrating over some other fact .
It was the season of winter, on the right of the sofa which she sat was a glowing fire which kept the nature cosy, The fire burned giving a dazalling flame the only warm thing in entire nearby .Rosie wore a light pink color- furry coat, her hairs were tied at the backs still some think locks were on her sides, the winter made her cheeks turn pinkish color.
The room was brighly lit, it was painted in recent times so there was this smell of raw paint, everything was cleanly arranged.Outside the window there was heavy snowfall now.The smell of roasted goose was carried all along as Rosie had put a fresh goose in the oven.
It was the second time she made the tea, not fo keeping herself warm, but to kill time by taking it slowly sip by sip.By the time cloxk hit 12 she done with napping the little cap.
Finally the door bell rang, a faint smile was carried with rosie till the door.She felt as if she had been holding something from a millon decades.
"Hey sweety welcome home" she said taking his laptop bag, "why are you so late ?" She asked her voice calm and smooth, she gave a glance her husband, a man who was heavily built he was a tall bloke, with brown hairs ,he hid his happiness but was not left unnoticed by Rosie .
"Well, I was supposed to reach by morning but this weather ..."
Rosie interuppted him ," Forget it, you are sure to be hungry I made roasted goose, change and come to the table" saying she added ,"Did you get gold instead of pages fold that you are so happy?"
Easton didn't reply just to answer he shurrgured and said -"Maybe " and then he was gone to change.
There was something odd as Easton never seemed so happy in a while.She arranged the table with deliciously smelling goose roasted with knife stabbed on back, with toppings of cilantro .The smell of the goose had already made the neighbours dribble .
"How was your trip darling " Rosie said pouring a glass of wine . She was delibrating and proccesing in her mind great no of thoughts shd sat on the chair next to Easton.
"Great, hectic though." He said taking the glass of wine.
"I had to tell you something .." her voice was stammering, she had waited for so long to tell this news to her husband , but before she could finish she was interuppted by Easton
"Later my dear, let me have food ", He said tearing the goose into two halfs .
" Well! Did you meet Louisa there?" Rosie sounded a bit defensive .
"No " he said quavering
" Well well! " her countanence had change, taking a bit of food she glanced easton vividly .
" I have a good news for you, I am pregnant", she said smiling as esamy, hundrend's of feelings was running down her spine. She had already imagied in her mind how Easton was going to react , he would keep all things aside and kiss her,and then pick her up giving rounds and rounds in glee but she thought she would stop him as it could be dangerous.
"OH ! nice wow " he seemed confused was it an occasion to be happy or sad he continued ,"I wanted to say that.... "
Seeing such a dull response a rage of anger slapped her hearty emotions , all her thoughts were shatterted in a second as she could well make out the fact that Easton was not happy.
" Lets celebrate I will get you some more ice",she said and went to the kitchen.
#review #shashwat
#REVIEW #STORY #shortstory #subconsciousstory #pleasehelpinprovegrammar
TITLE: BATTLE OF OMEGA
It was 2075 March 6. World was filled with absolute darkness. Jake, thought that it was approximately 9 pm as he had glanced his home clock just before he stepped the streets. He was totally tensed as he had missed his horror classes for a whole week.
I forgot to mention the schedule of life of the earth candidates in 2075.
It is like below,
*Wake at 6 pm night.
*go to warm up class at 7pm
*go to horror class at 9pm
*go to comedic class at 11pm
*go to anger class at 13pm
*go to pain class at 15pm
*go to sorrow class at 17pm
You may think that day is not mentioned any where because, in the battle of omega in year 2035, there was a fight between mercury and earth. Mercury aliens, launched a nuclear weapon on the earth, but, instead of weapon hitting the target, it hit the wrong one which was the big giant Jupiter. Enraged by this, Jupiter supported earth in the battle and launched a omega weapon on Mercury for total destruction. This weapon too, missed the target and went straight hitting the centre of the sun! Sun bursted with a huge Big Bang and due to impact, Mercury and Venus was destroyed and other left over planets being cutoff by the solar system is still moving without a orbit.
So, now the earth don't witness day!
Samhith
TITLE: BATTLE OF OMEGA
It was 2075 March 6. World was filled with absolute darkness. Jake, thought that it was approximately 9 pm as he had glanced his home clock just before he stepped the streets. He was totally tensed as he had missed his horror classes for a whole week.
I forgot to mention the schedule of life of the earth candidates in 2075.
It is like below,
*Wake at 6 pm night.
*go to warm up class at 7pm
*go to horror class at 9pm
*go to comedic class at 11pm
*go to anger class at 13pm
*go to pain class at 15pm
*go to sorrow class at 17pm
You may think that day is not mentioned any where because, in the battle of omega in year 2035, there was a fight between mercury and earth. Mercury aliens, launched a nuclear weapon on the earth, but, instead of weapon hitting the target, it hit the wrong one which was the big giant Jupiter. Enraged by this, Jupiter supported earth in the battle and launched a omega weapon on Mercury for total destruction. This weapon too, missed the target and went straight hitting the centre of the sun! Sun bursted with a huge Big Bang and due to impact, Mercury and Venus was destroyed and other left over planets being cutoff by the solar system is still moving without a orbit.
So, now the earth don't witness day!
Samhith
Oh I met an angel so sweet
Meeting her was such a treat
Demon Emma , her name read
A confused emoji and she had enough said
But I kept on messaging her like crazy
Good morning , good evening , even flowers of daisy
But I never got a reply long enough
I don't know maybe the walls of privacy were too tough
I asked her the way to her heart
But everytime she pushed me out with such an art
But I'm still here expecting a reply soon
As it's already 2 past noon
I'm stopping it here for the time
It's getting too difficult to rhyme
( Ok! It isn't actually a fictional piece. I did actually write it for somebody .)
#everyone #poem #review
Meeting her was such a treat
Demon Emma , her name read
A confused emoji and she had enough said
But I kept on messaging her like crazy
Good morning , good evening , even flowers of daisy
But I never got a reply long enough
I don't know maybe the walls of privacy were too tough
I asked her the way to her heart
But everytime she pushed me out with such an art
But I'm still here expecting a reply soon
As it's already 2 past noon
I'm stopping it here for the time
It's getting too difficult to rhyme
( Ok! It isn't actually a fictional piece. I did actually write it for somebody .)
#everyone #poem #review
LOVE DEMANDS
PART 2
PART 1 -https://t.me/WritersClub/311138
Rosie opened the fridge to have some ice, she took the entire ice tray, and went into the room .Easton seemed very anxious, his face had become red as if he was doing some sternous work but it was only the news that changed his color.
Rosie sat with the ice tray, she took the knife that was stabbed on the goose - gave the knife a good swing stabbing it on Easton - It didn't even take seconds before he collapsed
Rosie's brethe by now had become shallow, she was burning in freezing winter .It was only after seconds she realsied about what she has done .
Easton lay on the floor, he was still puking blood out of his mouth.His throat had a big red slit from which his life was flowing. Rosie was holding the knife , it was red with blood , she had to push the air into her to breathe.
Rosie was confused or say wondering what she has done; she took a minute took deep brethes relaxed , by then Easton was dead . She took the knife and threw it into the burning fire , Her countance seemed as if she had just killed a rat and not a man .
#review
PART 2
PART 1 -https://t.me/WritersClub/311138
Rosie opened the fridge to have some ice, she took the entire ice tray, and went into the room .Easton seemed very anxious, his face had become red as if he was doing some sternous work but it was only the news that changed his color.
Rosie sat with the ice tray, she took the knife that was stabbed on the goose - gave the knife a good swing stabbing it on Easton - It didn't even take seconds before he collapsed
Rosie's brethe by now had become shallow, she was burning in freezing winter .It was only after seconds she realsied about what she has done .
Easton lay on the floor, he was still puking blood out of his mouth.His throat had a big red slit from which his life was flowing. Rosie was holding the knife , it was red with blood , she had to push the air into her to breathe.
Rosie was confused or say wondering what she has done; she took a minute took deep brethes relaxed , by then Easton was dead . She took the knife and threw it into the burning fire , Her countance seemed as if she had just killed a rat and not a man .
#review
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LOVE DEMANDS
REVISED AND EDITED VERSION
NOTE - Don't go for grammatical errors that will be fixed tell me if this sounds good now.
The atmosphere outside was cool,freezing winds were blowing ceasing every warm thing. Miss Rosie was sitting on the chair…
REVISED AND EDITED VERSION
NOTE - Don't go for grammatical errors that will be fixed tell me if this sounds good now.
The atmosphere outside was cool,freezing winds were blowing ceasing every warm thing. Miss Rosie was sitting on the chair…
LOVE DEMANDS
PART 2
Ps: I wanted comments on story and not grammer.
Rosie opened the fridge to have some ice, she took the entire ice tray, and went into the room .Easton seemed very anxious, his face had become red as if he was doing some sternous work but it was only the news that changed his color.
Rosie sat with the ice tray, she took the knife that was stabbed on the goose - gave the knife a good swing stabbing it on Easton - It didn't even take seconds before he collapsed
Rosie's brethe by now had become shallow, she was burning in freezing winter .It was only after seconds she realsied about what she has done .
Easton lay on the floor, he was still puking blood out of his mouth.His throat had a big red slit from which his life was flowing. Rosie was holding the knife , it was red with blood , she had to push the air into her to breathe.
Rosie was confused or say wondering what she has done; she took a minute took deep brethes relaxed , by then Easton was dead . She took the knife and threw it into the burning fire , Her countance seemed as if she had just killed a rat and not a man .
#review
PART 2
Ps: I wanted comments on story and not grammer.
Rosie opened the fridge to have some ice, she took the entire ice tray, and went into the room .Easton seemed very anxious, his face had become red as if he was doing some sternous work but it was only the news that changed his color.
Rosie sat with the ice tray, she took the knife that was stabbed on the goose - gave the knife a good swing stabbing it on Easton - It didn't even take seconds before he collapsed
Rosie's brethe by now had become shallow, she was burning in freezing winter .It was only after seconds she realsied about what she has done .
Easton lay on the floor, he was still puking blood out of his mouth.His throat had a big red slit from which his life was flowing. Rosie was holding the knife , it was red with blood , she had to push the air into her to breathe.
Rosie was confused or say wondering what she has done; she took a minute took deep brethes relaxed , by then Easton was dead . She took the knife and threw it into the burning fire , Her countance seemed as if she had just killed a rat and not a man .
#review
HAPPINESS, TOGETHER.
Jim owns a café, the Happiness Café, a place where people meet and share happiness. Enter and exit smiling is their motto. No arguments is their rule.
Jim has always been a cheerful and happy man. He always goes out of his way and do good things for others and make them happy.
His art of understanding others is the one nobody understands, it's a power that Jim possess, they say. Everyone around Jim has been happy. He's the one who can make others smile no matter how bad is their time. He's always been everyone's go to person and has solutions for everyone, in his own creative way. Jim is loved by all.
Lisa is Jim's childhood friend and partner but doesn't like Jim being so helpful towards all. Lisa believes that everyone has to be on their own and no one should interfere in others lives, be it their happiness or worries.
Jim and Lisa both share a great bond but have disagreements on Jim being so nice to everyone. Lisa keeps telling Jim that God has created everybody different and all will have good and bad days and there is no point in going out and solving each and everyones issues.
For almost a month now, Jim has been looking after this family of 6, a mother and her 5 children, whose father has abandoned them and their mother. Jim looks after their meals and expenses. He has also offered Tim, the eldest of the 5, a job at his café.
Jim is not able to give enough time to Lisa as he keeps juggling between work and serving others. Lisa doesn't get enough time with Jim, which makes her sad.
"That's how life is, with sadness one learns the meaning and importance of happiness, let them live the way they are because as you sow, you shall reap. They must have done something to deserve this suffering. You've done enough good for them, a job for Tim, that's enough Jim, you don't need to do more", Lisa tells Jim.
"What wrong have I done Lisa, is helping someone a crime? Why does is make you so unhappy?", Jim cries.
"You're a thief Jim", Lisa bursts in anguish.
"I'm not a thief Lisa, why do I have to keep you telling that?", Jim yells.
"Maybe because you keep stealing everyones sadness", hopeless Lisa answers.
"Lisa, it's not stealing if I plan to give it back, I take away their sadness to return them happiness. That makes me happy Lisa, that makes happy", Jim convincingly tells Lisa.
"But Jim", Lisa cries, "You stole my happiness and ruined it. Will I get back my happiness in future?"
"Why aren't you happy Lisa?, I have always loved you", quivering, Jim asks.
"You have no time for me, I'm no more your priority, I don't see the love anymore, you're always up there for others and not me, I see it all fading away Jim, it's all fading away." Lisa bursts out.
Jim holds Lisa's hands, "Honey, you'll always be my first priority. It's only because of you and your support that I've been able to change peoples lives, this makes me happy and knowing that you are by my side makes me happier. As you said, as you sow, you shall reap, honey, let us sow together? We can make a lot of difference to others lives and our little efforts can bring many smiles. I want you to be with me and in my journey, now and forever."
Tears of happiness fall of Lisa's eyes as she promises Jim, "We're in this together for our entire lives."
#wca
#wcss
#prompt
#everyone
#review
#shortstory
#AS
Jim owns a café, the Happiness Café, a place where people meet and share happiness. Enter and exit smiling is their motto. No arguments is their rule.
Jim has always been a cheerful and happy man. He always goes out of his way and do good things for others and make them happy.
His art of understanding others is the one nobody understands, it's a power that Jim possess, they say. Everyone around Jim has been happy. He's the one who can make others smile no matter how bad is their time. He's always been everyone's go to person and has solutions for everyone, in his own creative way. Jim is loved by all.
Lisa is Jim's childhood friend and partner but doesn't like Jim being so helpful towards all. Lisa believes that everyone has to be on their own and no one should interfere in others lives, be it their happiness or worries.
Jim and Lisa both share a great bond but have disagreements on Jim being so nice to everyone. Lisa keeps telling Jim that God has created everybody different and all will have good and bad days and there is no point in going out and solving each and everyones issues.
For almost a month now, Jim has been looking after this family of 6, a mother and her 5 children, whose father has abandoned them and their mother. Jim looks after their meals and expenses. He has also offered Tim, the eldest of the 5, a job at his café.
Jim is not able to give enough time to Lisa as he keeps juggling between work and serving others. Lisa doesn't get enough time with Jim, which makes her sad.
"That's how life is, with sadness one learns the meaning and importance of happiness, let them live the way they are because as you sow, you shall reap. They must have done something to deserve this suffering. You've done enough good for them, a job for Tim, that's enough Jim, you don't need to do more", Lisa tells Jim.
"What wrong have I done Lisa, is helping someone a crime? Why does is make you so unhappy?", Jim cries.
"You're a thief Jim", Lisa bursts in anguish.
"I'm not a thief Lisa, why do I have to keep you telling that?", Jim yells.
"Maybe because you keep stealing everyones sadness", hopeless Lisa answers.
"Lisa, it's not stealing if I plan to give it back, I take away their sadness to return them happiness. That makes me happy Lisa, that makes happy", Jim convincingly tells Lisa.
"But Jim", Lisa cries, "You stole my happiness and ruined it. Will I get back my happiness in future?"
"Why aren't you happy Lisa?, I have always loved you", quivering, Jim asks.
"You have no time for me, I'm no more your priority, I don't see the love anymore, you're always up there for others and not me, I see it all fading away Jim, it's all fading away." Lisa bursts out.
Jim holds Lisa's hands, "Honey, you'll always be my first priority. It's only because of you and your support that I've been able to change peoples lives, this makes me happy and knowing that you are by my side makes me happier. As you said, as you sow, you shall reap, honey, let us sow together? We can make a lot of difference to others lives and our little efforts can bring many smiles. I want you to be with me and in my journey, now and forever."
Tears of happiness fall of Lisa's eyes as she promises Jim, "We're in this together for our entire lives."
#wca
#wcss
#prompt
#everyone
#review
#shortstory
#AS
Past!
The awful part of life.
It's very susceptible to assert to shirk it,
It's very arduous to subtract it!
Relinquishing own self-esteem with juncture
Conviction in oneself is repudiated
Subsisting vitality based on other's deliberation
When I glare in the mirror
Discover me with imperfections of deception
Recalling those torments
Memorizing those insults
I forfeited my own-self!
The suspicion of insecurity, galloping through my psyche,
My intellect is full of revolutions
I glimpse into myself
Helpless to find answers,
Who I am?
What's the goal of my life?
Evolving my own foe with time.
It's very gullible to evaluate anyone
It's very susceptible torment, anyone
No one overlooks about your trauma
No one can discern how broken you are in life
I am sporadic into chunks
This erratic chunks cant be jolted again!
Striving to shirk everything
Struggling to exonerate everyone
Endeavouring to forget plaguing remembrances
Aiming to start a new life
But my spirit knows its impossible!
Past has evolved part of my life,
Past cant be altered
We can rectify the present life
We are trustworthy for our own choices.
#review #ae #poetry
The awful part of life.
It's very susceptible to assert to shirk it,
It's very arduous to subtract it!
Relinquishing own self-esteem with juncture
Conviction in oneself is repudiated
Subsisting vitality based on other's deliberation
When I glare in the mirror
Discover me with imperfections of deception
Recalling those torments
Memorizing those insults
I forfeited my own-self!
The suspicion of insecurity, galloping through my psyche,
My intellect is full of revolutions
I glimpse into myself
Helpless to find answers,
Who I am?
What's the goal of my life?
Evolving my own foe with time.
It's very gullible to evaluate anyone
It's very susceptible torment, anyone
No one overlooks about your trauma
No one can discern how broken you are in life
I am sporadic into chunks
This erratic chunks cant be jolted again!
Striving to shirk everything
Struggling to exonerate everyone
Endeavouring to forget plaguing remembrances
Aiming to start a new life
But my spirit knows its impossible!
Past has evolved part of my life,
Past cant be altered
We can rectify the present life
We are trustworthy for our own choices.
#review #ae #poetry
...I G'uess…
dotted sketch on cloud9
by - chandhu.
" I G'uess I'm not responding to the things in the way I'm supposed to,
but not that I don't want to.
I'm always on cloud9 when I see "through" them,
also I found some glittering dots among them,
so I tried nervously to connect them,
and I got a beautiful sketch out of them,
though It's just an outline I got after joining them.
yet it's so wonderful to my sight,
I'm not sure if I connected them right.
that's why I'm stepping back every time,
saying something less from my mind.
I was already shown a "back off" sign before long time,
even though I never intended to cross a line.
that's when the art of heart got removed from the equation,
so now this artist is hesitating to fill in some colour into this dotted sketch.
maybe that caution sign had ingrained so hard in my brain,
now diluting these glittering dots into vain.
I'm not blaming anything here,
but it's so hard to see something on horizon standing now here.
so I'm not taking the initiative, because maybe I'll just melt this wonderful cool cloud with my misinterpretation warmth.
I'm the type who finds happiness even in simplest things of life,
maybe that's why I might've seen it all wrong.
pardon me if I'm wrong about all,
also pardon me if I'm right about all,
for not responding in anticipated ways at all,
but not that I don't want to.
hmm, I'll just leave this right here, after all…."
[ and those anxious hands crossed fingers putting the pen down…]
#poetry #review #Review
dotted sketch on cloud9
by - chandhu.
" I G'uess I'm not responding to the things in the way I'm supposed to,
but not that I don't want to.
I'm always on cloud9 when I see "through" them,
also I found some glittering dots among them,
so I tried nervously to connect them,
and I got a beautiful sketch out of them,
though It's just an outline I got after joining them.
yet it's so wonderful to my sight,
I'm not sure if I connected them right.
that's why I'm stepping back every time,
saying something less from my mind.
I was already shown a "back off" sign before long time,
even though I never intended to cross a line.
that's when the art of heart got removed from the equation,
so now this artist is hesitating to fill in some colour into this dotted sketch.
maybe that caution sign had ingrained so hard in my brain,
now diluting these glittering dots into vain.
I'm not blaming anything here,
but it's so hard to see something on horizon standing now here.
so I'm not taking the initiative, because maybe I'll just melt this wonderful cool cloud with my misinterpretation warmth.
I'm the type who finds happiness even in simplest things of life,
maybe that's why I might've seen it all wrong.
pardon me if I'm wrong about all,
also pardon me if I'm right about all,
for not responding in anticipated ways at all,
but not that I don't want to.
hmm, I'll just leave this right here, after all…."
[ and those anxious hands crossed fingers putting the pen down…]
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"SHALLOW BRIDGE OF STRONG HOPE" - by Chandhu
"Sitting here on this small wooden bridge at midnight, which is connecting two places of my town, resembling my mind connecting two different personalities of myself, pretending to be tough, yet it's so fragile as a rose petal deep inside.The stream of water flowing under this bridge, resembling the chain of thoughts I'm unable to control. Crickets hopping over those Lotus leaves making chirping sounds in chorus, at least making me feel I'm not alone. I'm so broken inside, people said "you're very sensitive for a guy, so don't often open the door wide". Hmm, as if there's a door to my heart ever, I've always put it out open, to the people I care about, Inturn it's left with scars. See ! it's so tender even this pale moonlight is evaporating all the blood it's pumping with affection. It's so desperate to get healed by someone. Sad memories are killing me from inside, I wanna cry so hard right now, but I couldn't. only few drops left for the day, making a thin flimsy layer of tears on my eyes, so less that they even might not want to jump off my eyelids, leaving me all empty and dry. I'm glad for that, also sad for that, Because, they are making it more blurry of this already miserable state. My held back tears are making stars twinkle more in my eyes, it's seeming like they're clicking polaroids of me from above, mockingly saying, "see that whining soul below", to each other. I could wipe my tears right now, but my hands are frozen as if it's a sleep-paralysis nightmare I'm going through. I'm wide awake, yet bewildered. To end all this sorrow at once, the water below the bridge inviting me to pounce. But I won't, because I'm not so timid to run away from life. Townsfolk used to say, this bridge is so shallow that it'll collapse sooner or later. I know it won't !, so I am. We're holding each other in this gloomy night, while I have to decide if I should go back to home, or go forward in search of purpose and meaning of my existence, also to find someone who really cares about, by choosing one of the ends of this bridge, being an optimist with full of hope. Swimming through the quick sand of pain, I'm sure I will reach a shore after all this vain. Now let me rest, O' lonely night !, until the rays of hope spread a carpet for me from the east, by this sunrise."
[ As those crickets stopped chirping for the night, boy got off the bridge, took his guitar and backpack from below, started walking forward towards the warm orange light of dawn, picking up some tune from the morning birds, with a slight smile of clarity on his face, he started whistling along with them. Finally both the silhouette of the boy and his whistle tune faded away into the far East ] #review #Review #freeVerse #poetry
"Sitting here on this small wooden bridge at midnight, which is connecting two places of my town, resembling my mind connecting two different personalities of myself, pretending to be tough, yet it's so fragile as a rose petal deep inside.The stream of water flowing under this bridge, resembling the chain of thoughts I'm unable to control. Crickets hopping over those Lotus leaves making chirping sounds in chorus, at least making me feel I'm not alone. I'm so broken inside, people said "you're very sensitive for a guy, so don't often open the door wide". Hmm, as if there's a door to my heart ever, I've always put it out open, to the people I care about, Inturn it's left with scars. See ! it's so tender even this pale moonlight is evaporating all the blood it's pumping with affection. It's so desperate to get healed by someone. Sad memories are killing me from inside, I wanna cry so hard right now, but I couldn't. only few drops left for the day, making a thin flimsy layer of tears on my eyes, so less that they even might not want to jump off my eyelids, leaving me all empty and dry. I'm glad for that, also sad for that, Because, they are making it more blurry of this already miserable state. My held back tears are making stars twinkle more in my eyes, it's seeming like they're clicking polaroids of me from above, mockingly saying, "see that whining soul below", to each other. I could wipe my tears right now, but my hands are frozen as if it's a sleep-paralysis nightmare I'm going through. I'm wide awake, yet bewildered. To end all this sorrow at once, the water below the bridge inviting me to pounce. But I won't, because I'm not so timid to run away from life. Townsfolk used to say, this bridge is so shallow that it'll collapse sooner or later. I know it won't !, so I am. We're holding each other in this gloomy night, while I have to decide if I should go back to home, or go forward in search of purpose and meaning of my existence, also to find someone who really cares about, by choosing one of the ends of this bridge, being an optimist with full of hope. Swimming through the quick sand of pain, I'm sure I will reach a shore after all this vain. Now let me rest, O' lonely night !, until the rays of hope spread a carpet for me from the east, by this sunrise."
[ As those crickets stopped chirping for the night, boy got off the bridge, took his guitar and backpack from below, started walking forward towards the warm orange light of dawn, picking up some tune from the morning birds, with a slight smile of clarity on his face, he started whistling along with them. Finally both the silhouette of the boy and his whistle tune faded away into the far East ] #review #Review #freeVerse #poetry
"SHALLOW BRIDGE OF STRONG HOPE" - by Chandhu.
"Sitting here on this small wooden bridge at midnight, which is connecting two places of my town, resembling my mind connecting two different personalities of myself, pretending to be tough, yet it's so fragile as a rose petal deep inside.The stream of water flowing under this bridge, resembling the chain of thoughts I'm unable to control. Crickets hopping over those Lotus leaves making chirping sounds in chorus, at least making me feel I'm not alone. I'm so broken inside, people said "you're very sensitive for a guy, so don't often open the door wide". Hmm, as if there's a door to my heart ever, I've always put it out open, to the people I care about, Inturn it's left with scars. See ! it's so tender even this pale moonlight is evaporating all the blood it's pumping with affection. It's so desperate to get healed by someone. Sad memories are killing me from inside, I wanna cry so hard right now, but I couldn't. only few drops left for the day, making a thin flimsy layer of tears on my eyes, so less that they even might not want to jump off my eyelids, leaving me all empty and dry. I'm glad for that, also sad for that, Because, they are making it more blurry of this already miserable state. My held back tears are making stars twinkle more in my eyes, it's seeming like they're clicking polaroids of me from above, mockingly saying, "see that whining soul below", to each other. I could wipe my tears right now, but my hands are frozen as if it's a sleep-paralysis nightmare I'm going through. I'm wide awake, yet bewildered. To end all this sorrow at once, the water below the bridge inviting me to pounce. But I won't, because I'm not so timid to run away from life. Townsfolk used to say, this bridge is so shallow that it'll collapse sooner or later. I know it won't !, so I am. We're holding each other in this gloomy night, while I have to decide if I should go back to home, or go forward in search of purpose and meaning of my existence, also to find someone who really cares about, by choosing one of the ends of this bridge, being an optimist with full of hope. Swimming through the quick sand of pain, I'm sure I will reach a shore after all this vain. Now let me rest, O' lonely night !, until the rays of hope spread a carpet for me from the east, by this sunrise."
[ As those crickets stopped chirping for the night, boy got off the bridge, took his guitar and backpack from below, started walking forward towards the warm orange light of dawn, picking up some tune from the morning birds, with a slight smile of clarity on his face, he started whistling along with them. Finally both the silhouette of the boy and his whistle tune faded away into the far East ]
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"Sitting here on this small wooden bridge at midnight, which is connecting two places of my town, resembling my mind connecting two different personalities of myself, pretending to be tough, yet it's so fragile as a rose petal deep inside.The stream of water flowing under this bridge, resembling the chain of thoughts I'm unable to control. Crickets hopping over those Lotus leaves making chirping sounds in chorus, at least making me feel I'm not alone. I'm so broken inside, people said "you're very sensitive for a guy, so don't often open the door wide". Hmm, as if there's a door to my heart ever, I've always put it out open, to the people I care about, Inturn it's left with scars. See ! it's so tender even this pale moonlight is evaporating all the blood it's pumping with affection. It's so desperate to get healed by someone. Sad memories are killing me from inside, I wanna cry so hard right now, but I couldn't. only few drops left for the day, making a thin flimsy layer of tears on my eyes, so less that they even might not want to jump off my eyelids, leaving me all empty and dry. I'm glad for that, also sad for that, Because, they are making it more blurry of this already miserable state. My held back tears are making stars twinkle more in my eyes, it's seeming like they're clicking polaroids of me from above, mockingly saying, "see that whining soul below", to each other. I could wipe my tears right now, but my hands are frozen as if it's a sleep-paralysis nightmare I'm going through. I'm wide awake, yet bewildered. To end all this sorrow at once, the water below the bridge inviting me to pounce. But I won't, because I'm not so timid to run away from life. Townsfolk used to say, this bridge is so shallow that it'll collapse sooner or later. I know it won't !, so I am. We're holding each other in this gloomy night, while I have to decide if I should go back to home, or go forward in search of purpose and meaning of my existence, also to find someone who really cares about, by choosing one of the ends of this bridge, being an optimist with full of hope. Swimming through the quick sand of pain, I'm sure I will reach a shore after all this vain. Now let me rest, O' lonely night !, until the rays of hope spread a carpet for me from the east, by this sunrise."
[ As those crickets stopped chirping for the night, boy got off the bridge, took his guitar and backpack from below, started walking forward towards the warm orange light of dawn, picking up some tune from the morning birds, with a slight smile of clarity on his face, he started whistling along with them. Finally both the silhouette of the boy and his whistle tune faded away into the far East ]
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JUDGE WISELY #2
Mary was waiting on the air port for the plane to arrive, it was late.She had with her a purse and a packet of cookies. Beside her sat a very strange looking women she was dresses in a purple woolen shawl.
Mary was hungry and there was still some time left so she ripped the packet open, she took a cookie and ate it glancing at her phone .Then she heared a crackle sound the women beside her has not hesitated and she sneeked a cookie .
Miss marry cooled her down giving a vauge look, she thought what ! A mannerless lady, not having a single look of gratitude, she could have thanked me at least .
It continued the lady beside took a cookoe followed by Mary sneeking two pieces to finish as fast possible.Finally the last cookie was left, the lady took it broke it into halves gave one to Mary and ate the other half with a smile painting her face .
The plane arrived then and Miss Mary sat and settled her down, she was dressed in some rich attire but not thoughts as she saw that her packet of cookies were still in her purse.
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Mary was waiting on the air port for the plane to arrive, it was late.She had with her a purse and a packet of cookies. Beside her sat a very strange looking women she was dresses in a purple woolen shawl.
Mary was hungry and there was still some time left so she ripped the packet open, she took a cookie and ate it glancing at her phone .Then she heared a crackle sound the women beside her has not hesitated and she sneeked a cookie .
Miss marry cooled her down giving a vauge look, she thought what ! A mannerless lady, not having a single look of gratitude, she could have thanked me at least .
It continued the lady beside took a cookoe followed by Mary sneeking two pieces to finish as fast possible.Finally the last cookie was left, the lady took it broke it into halves gave one to Mary and ate the other half with a smile painting her face .
The plane arrived then and Miss Mary sat and settled her down, she was dressed in some rich attire but not thoughts as she saw that her packet of cookies were still in her purse.
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* WOLFPACK *
Take us to be some knick-knacks,
But there ain’t anybody like my Wolfpack.
Truth is we’re okay to be nothing good at,
Cause we don’t give a damn about The Cadillac.
We not only howl together playfully at Moonlight,
Also we hunt in pack when it’s right,
So try not to trespass our territory at sight.
- Chandhu.
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Take us to be some knick-knacks,
But there ain’t anybody like my Wolfpack.
Truth is we’re okay to be nothing good at,
Cause we don’t give a damn about The Cadillac.
We not only howl together playfully at Moonlight,
Also we hunt in pack when it’s right,
So try not to trespass our territory at sight.
- Chandhu.
#review #poetry #short #poem #Review
* WOLFPACK *
Take us to be some knick-knacks,
But there ain’t anybody like my Wolfpack.
Truth is we’re okay to be nothing good at,
Cause we don’t give a damn about The Cadillac.
We not only howl together playfully at Moonlight,
Also we hunt in pack when it’s right,
So try not to trespass our territory at sight.
- Chandhu.
#review #poetry #short #poem #Review
Take us to be some knick-knacks,
But there ain’t anybody like my Wolfpack.
Truth is we’re okay to be nothing good at,
Cause we don’t give a damn about The Cadillac.
We not only howl together playfully at Moonlight,
Also we hunt in pack when it’s right,
So try not to trespass our territory at sight.
- Chandhu.
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''I am not a thief, why do I have to keep telling you that?''
'' maybe because you keep stealing everyone's stuff?''
'' It is not stealing if I plan to give it back."
'' you stole my video game. Are you telling me that I will be getting that back in the near future?"
"uh—"
"Thief !" Someone from the crowd yelled and everyone followed suite.
The entire classroom was in an uproar. Jeers and sneers erupted from all sides, causing 14 year old Sam to cower in fear. His eyes stung with tears as he looked at the faces of the kids he had shared a room with since the 2nd grade. He couldn't recognize any of them. There was nothing familiar about the expression their faces now held.
Sam bit the inside of his cheeks to keep himself from crying out like a baby. Why did Joe have to go and start a scene?
"Don't you have anything to say, huh?" Joe, the bigger of the two boys said. His fingers curled into a fist at his side and with a grunt, he swung around to look at the crowd that had circled around him and a pang of guilt hit him. He wasn't pleased at what he saw. He had been friends with Sam since they were little kids. He liked Sam but Sam had a problem and he just couldn't keep pretending it wasn't there like his sorry excuse for parents did.
He also didn't mean for things to get out of hand. After all, Mom and Dad had taught him that violence is never the answer but these savages he had for classmates were clamouring for a fight. He turned his attention to the scrawny kid that stood in front of him. Sam was a kleptomaniac but he'd never admit it and that pissed Joe off. He couldn't put up with him or defend him anymore each time he "took" something he promised to return but never did.
****
The small man who stood at the entrance of the regal ball room felt out of place in loose linen trousers and a ragged suit jacket. Masquerade balls weren't his thing. Behind the mask that shielded his face were hazel colored eyes that burrowed a hole into the back of the man that stood at the center of the hall—the center of attention—the man who threw this Gala.
You haven't changed one bit, he thought.
His fingers tightened around the shabbily wrapped package he held. He ran his hand through his hair, giving it one last shake. He took a deep breath and pushed through the crowd of diamonds and pearls with purposeful strides.
A set of diamonds rings sat on the perfectly manicured fingers of Joseph Goldberg. His raven black hair was pulled back in a pony tail; not a strand was out of place. Nothing felt better than throwing a fancy party because you just could.
As the Man of the Night, he didn't see the need to mask his identity and so his deep blue eyes were the only exposed set of eyes in the room. Joseph was engrossed in the conversation he was having with his fancy mates, oblivious to the odd looking man that stood behind him.
"I think there's someone with a present for you, Mr Goldberg" One of men who had noticed the odd man pointed out to Joseph Goldenberg.
Stopping mid-sentence, Goldberg turned around to see who this person was. Not that he could know who unless the person introduced himself. He cast a swift glance at the hands of the man. They were empty except for a worn out leather watch that hung loosely around his wrist. He hid his surprise at the rather simple appearance of the man that stood in front him with a stiff smile.
He asked politely, "oh! Is that for me?"
The strange looking man said nothing but only continued to look at Joseph Goldberg.
Sam tossed the package at the feet of Goldberg and just before he turned on his heel to leave, he said, loud and clear:
''It is not stealing if I plan to give it back."
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'' maybe because you keep stealing everyone's stuff?''
'' It is not stealing if I plan to give it back."
'' you stole my video game. Are you telling me that I will be getting that back in the near future?"
"uh—"
"Thief !" Someone from the crowd yelled and everyone followed suite.
The entire classroom was in an uproar. Jeers and sneers erupted from all sides, causing 14 year old Sam to cower in fear. His eyes stung with tears as he looked at the faces of the kids he had shared a room with since the 2nd grade. He couldn't recognize any of them. There was nothing familiar about the expression their faces now held.
Sam bit the inside of his cheeks to keep himself from crying out like a baby. Why did Joe have to go and start a scene?
"Don't you have anything to say, huh?" Joe, the bigger of the two boys said. His fingers curled into a fist at his side and with a grunt, he swung around to look at the crowd that had circled around him and a pang of guilt hit him. He wasn't pleased at what he saw. He had been friends with Sam since they were little kids. He liked Sam but Sam had a problem and he just couldn't keep pretending it wasn't there like his sorry excuse for parents did.
He also didn't mean for things to get out of hand. After all, Mom and Dad had taught him that violence is never the answer but these savages he had for classmates were clamouring for a fight. He turned his attention to the scrawny kid that stood in front of him. Sam was a kleptomaniac but he'd never admit it and that pissed Joe off. He couldn't put up with him or defend him anymore each time he "took" something he promised to return but never did.
****
The small man who stood at the entrance of the regal ball room felt out of place in loose linen trousers and a ragged suit jacket. Masquerade balls weren't his thing. Behind the mask that shielded his face were hazel colored eyes that burrowed a hole into the back of the man that stood at the center of the hall—the center of attention—the man who threw this Gala.
You haven't changed one bit, he thought.
His fingers tightened around the shabbily wrapped package he held. He ran his hand through his hair, giving it one last shake. He took a deep breath and pushed through the crowd of diamonds and pearls with purposeful strides.
A set of diamonds rings sat on the perfectly manicured fingers of Joseph Goldberg. His raven black hair was pulled back in a pony tail; not a strand was out of place. Nothing felt better than throwing a fancy party because you just could.
As the Man of the Night, he didn't see the need to mask his identity and so his deep blue eyes were the only exposed set of eyes in the room. Joseph was engrossed in the conversation he was having with his fancy mates, oblivious to the odd looking man that stood behind him.
"I think there's someone with a present for you, Mr Goldberg" One of men who had noticed the odd man pointed out to Joseph Goldenberg.
Stopping mid-sentence, Goldberg turned around to see who this person was. Not that he could know who unless the person introduced himself. He cast a swift glance at the hands of the man. They were empty except for a worn out leather watch that hung loosely around his wrist. He hid his surprise at the rather simple appearance of the man that stood in front him with a stiff smile.
He asked politely, "oh! Is that for me?"
The strange looking man said nothing but only continued to look at Joseph Goldberg.
Sam tossed the package at the feet of Goldberg and just before he turned on his heel to leave, he said, loud and clear:
''It is not stealing if I plan to give it back."
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I was on my shoot that day, it was my first day to direct a tv show. I was very excited. I have been preparing myself for last ten years for this day only. I called Amma for blessings, but Baba didn't talk. It's ok, it's already been ten years since we talk. He didn't want me to join this job and to work for entertainment industry. But it is the only job that I could do. Its been long time but today I feel like it is my first day. Everyone is congratulating and I wanted Baba would have been happy too and give me blessings. Father and son's relationship is like this only. In movies father is like friend sometimes they both have drink together. But for me and Baba it's like a dream. But I know he loves me and his blessings are always with me. Whenever I am confused about me and Baba. I remember the day. The Day when Baba have Beaten me very hard like he wanted to kill me. He hit me with wooden bat, hand and his feet whatever he got and I was just trying to save myself from his attacks. I was crying very loud. He was very angry that he was throwing me out of house but I was resisting and saying sorry that I won't do it again. But he hold me that hard that my t shirt and pent torn apart. But he didn't stop. He was angry because I steal money from my younger sister's piggy bank. And not for the first time but routinely till I got caught. I was like please papa I won't do it again but he was not ready to listen. My mother and big brother didn't say a word. Than my uncle came and save me.
In the evening, Baba was not home and I was sitting in the corner of the room but no one was talking to me. I was like I never do it again. But I have done a crime and now I was feeling like an amateur criminal in jail who is silent and like should I talk to them? but I didn't get that courage. So I was sitting alone in the corner feeling guilty. Then Baba came from outside and gave me a packet but went out but didn't say a word. I was like what is it. Amma, brother and sister were also looking at me. Very slowly and silently I opened the packet. It has a T shirt and jeans. I didn't know what my feelings should be. But that day I got to know that this relationship is very complicated. We don't say love you or even we don't talk but from inside I know that he loves me and his blessings are always with me. I was lost in my thought just than one assistant came in and said that sir shot is ready. I moved towards the set and I was very excited as it was The Day.
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In the evening, Baba was not home and I was sitting in the corner of the room but no one was talking to me. I was like I never do it again. But I have done a crime and now I was feeling like an amateur criminal in jail who is silent and like should I talk to them? but I didn't get that courage. So I was sitting alone in the corner feeling guilty. Then Baba came from outside and gave me a packet but went out but didn't say a word. I was like what is it. Amma, brother and sister were also looking at me. Very slowly and silently I opened the packet. It has a T shirt and jeans. I didn't know what my feelings should be. But that day I got to know that this relationship is very complicated. We don't say love you or even we don't talk but from inside I know that he loves me and his blessings are always with me. I was lost in my thought just than one assistant came in and said that sir shot is ready. I moved towards the set and I was very excited as it was The Day.
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The hand that held me in the darkest of days,
The ear that heard me in all the ways.
The only smile in the harrowing night,
Only apology after every fight.
You were are and will always be in my every song,
My best friend forever and for very long.
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The ear that heard me in all the ways.
The only smile in the harrowing night,
Only apology after every fight.
You were are and will always be in my every song,
My best friend forever and for very long.
#MuskanMishra #review
Maze
Stuck are we in a maze?
The ways we try, all go into waste.
To rise up, it's in our veins.
But the cluttered mind cuts to haze.
Not wanting to say, we find it hard to face.
But isn't it true, evil in us gets our gaze?
The light seemed to dim, all our fakes.
Which we kept glowing, though our faith.
Fluttering around the milky way like Halley's comet,
Back to the point from where it began.
Is it the maze where we began?
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Stuck are we in a maze?
The ways we try, all go into waste.
To rise up, it's in our veins.
But the cluttered mind cuts to haze.
Not wanting to say, we find it hard to face.
But isn't it true, evil in us gets our gaze?
The light seemed to dim, all our fakes.
Which we kept glowing, though our faith.
Fluttering around the milky way like Halley's comet,
Back to the point from where it began.
Is it the maze where we began?
#review #poem #pmwrites
#AnonWrites
#wca
#wcss
#shortstory
On the sixth floor, the empty floor of his school, he was standing in front of the biology lab and then he entered inside the lab and there he was falling in the endless fall from the sixth floor. Q , a dull, lazy, slim, tall, shabby, and a notorious student was sleeping in his Geography class. Just when he heard his teacher shout and he woke up suprised, dropping all the books on the floor. The teacher smiled in return and moved on with her class. He was excited about his strange dream. Then a boy called his name and told that the teacher is calling him on the sixth floor. He went on the sixth floor. Called out his teacher. And then there she was in the biology lab. He was amazed as he dreamed about it in his sleep. Deja vu he thought. She called out for him. He went inside the biology lab. And then he heard his teacher shout. And he woke up surprised. Dropping all the books on the floor. The teacher smiled in return and continued with her class. He was having a dream in his dream. He was amazed. And then an announcement " Q, please report to your science teacher on the sixth floor."
Amazed. Afraid. Worried Q was climbing the stairs in great concern. He reached the sixth floor. He was so afraid that he ran downstairs, but there he was standing on the sixth floor all over again. He tried so many times but ended on the sixth floor. Then his mam called out his name. He went inside the biology lab. And then he heard his teacher shout. And he woke up surprised. Dropping all the books on the floor. The teacher smiled in return and continued with her class. Je was having a dream in a dream in a dream. He was trapped in time with no escape whatsoever.....
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#wcss
#shortstory
On the sixth floor, the empty floor of his school, he was standing in front of the biology lab and then he entered inside the lab and there he was falling in the endless fall from the sixth floor. Q , a dull, lazy, slim, tall, shabby, and a notorious student was sleeping in his Geography class. Just when he heard his teacher shout and he woke up suprised, dropping all the books on the floor. The teacher smiled in return and moved on with her class. He was excited about his strange dream. Then a boy called his name and told that the teacher is calling him on the sixth floor. He went on the sixth floor. Called out his teacher. And then there she was in the biology lab. He was amazed as he dreamed about it in his sleep. Deja vu he thought. She called out for him. He went inside the biology lab. And then he heard his teacher shout. And he woke up surprised. Dropping all the books on the floor. The teacher smiled in return and continued with her class. He was having a dream in his dream. He was amazed. And then an announcement " Q, please report to your science teacher on the sixth floor."
Amazed. Afraid. Worried Q was climbing the stairs in great concern. He reached the sixth floor. He was so afraid that he ran downstairs, but there he was standing on the sixth floor all over again. He tried so many times but ended on the sixth floor. Then his mam called out his name. He went inside the biology lab. And then he heard his teacher shout. And he woke up surprised. Dropping all the books on the floor. The teacher smiled in return and continued with her class. Je was having a dream in a dream in a dream. He was trapped in time with no escape whatsoever.....
Pictures
Her eyes are like lenses of a telescope,
That can see beyond planets and stars,
Crashing onto crater of moon filled in hope,
And within a transient speed of light afar.
Her mind is like a wandering submarine,
Immersed to lurk in deep depth of seafloor,
As it picked up scenes that are too obscene,
And replaced them with bubbles of bliss.
Her heart is the mastermind of everything,
Or known as a source behind her eminent success,
As it lures unwanted confusion and feelings,
That causes her to drop on her knees in distress,
Like a spring break that brings children to swings,
Messes are everywhere as they are blessed,
To know that memories are made like a fashion dress.
Her wish is to picture her wild thoughts,
And share them as art with the rest of the world,
But her hands aren't meant for drawing,
Thus, she uses colored ink to paint them in words.
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Her eyes are like lenses of a telescope,
That can see beyond planets and stars,
Crashing onto crater of moon filled in hope,
And within a transient speed of light afar.
Her mind is like a wandering submarine,
Immersed to lurk in deep depth of seafloor,
As it picked up scenes that are too obscene,
And replaced them with bubbles of bliss.
Her heart is the mastermind of everything,
Or known as a source behind her eminent success,
As it lures unwanted confusion and feelings,
That causes her to drop on her knees in distress,
Like a spring break that brings children to swings,
Messes are everywhere as they are blessed,
To know that memories are made like a fashion dress.
Her wish is to picture her wild thoughts,
And share them as art with the rest of the world,
But her hands aren't meant for drawing,
Thus, she uses colored ink to paint them in words.
#review #poetry #poem #ying
The sky's nature turned to azure with swirling shades of light blue and paches of white.I sat beneath the ash-tree , whose tattered branches casted a shadow from the partly obscured sun. Whiff that wet air carried, the petrichor of wet glossy grasses that spread along the vicinity. It was mother nature alarming the visit of monsoon
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I got beyond my comfort zone and wrote something thats a higher level than I write Tell ke if it provides the neccesary imagery .
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I got beyond my comfort zone and wrote something thats a higher level than I write Tell ke if it provides the neccesary imagery .