#prompt
#review
#anonWrites
A world where everyone tells the truth no matter what the consequences is a world full of wonders. It is all so magical and wonderful that justice system will be very natural.
First, there will be notion of equality. Everyone will feel equal to others in such a society. There will be no superior or inferior persons. They will be all be rich by heart and poor by evil.
Second, there will be justice to everyone. When people say the truth, any oppressed will get immediate justice. There will be no injustice to anyone.
Third, which is a negative trend in such a society, is that some professions may be out of trend. Lawyer, policemen, and some more will not be requires in such a society. Any differences will be taken to a judge. The judge will take the facts from the two opposing parties and decide the verdict. Each party will get his right.
So, finally, such a system appears to be perfect but nothing is perfect in gods creation. Every society will lack some features and every society is different from the other society.
#review
#anonWrites
A world where everyone tells the truth no matter what the consequences is a world full of wonders. It is all so magical and wonderful that justice system will be very natural.
First, there will be notion of equality. Everyone will feel equal to others in such a society. There will be no superior or inferior persons. They will be all be rich by heart and poor by evil.
Second, there will be justice to everyone. When people say the truth, any oppressed will get immediate justice. There will be no injustice to anyone.
Third, which is a negative trend in such a society, is that some professions may be out of trend. Lawyer, policemen, and some more will not be requires in such a society. Any differences will be taken to a judge. The judge will take the facts from the two opposing parties and decide the verdict. Each party will get his right.
So, finally, such a system appears to be perfect but nothing is perfect in gods creation. Every society will lack some features and every society is different from the other society.
#prompt
#review
#Aarushi
Earth suffers a planet-wide blackout as all technology is lost. That sounds like a catastrophe plus bliss.
First thing after reading the prompt which came to my mind, I loose this platform, the online crash course I attend and the lectures from IIT teaches that I get for free from YouTube.
On a larger scale, people faraway from each other loose connectivity with each other, businesses going online go off the track, everything related to technology, as small as a chip to as large as a supercomputer, or as vital as a satellite, suffers their doomsday. No TV, no phones, no AC, no fridge....
Oh man!! Destruction....
Wait, bliss comes too, people faraway are not in touch, so being with people nearby is the only solution. The scene of the whole "chowk" sitting in an open area and talking about day to day activities makes me feel serene.
Terrorists also loose their way to communicate secret information to each other and hide, so terrorism decreases significantly. Countries that claim to be able to finish the whole world, loose the technology which made them boast about themselves.
Just like two sides of a coin, such a phase would also have it's own pros and cons, now I wonder what actually living at such a place would feel like.
#review
#Aarushi
Earth suffers a planet-wide blackout as all technology is lost. That sounds like a catastrophe plus bliss.
First thing after reading the prompt which came to my mind, I loose this platform, the online crash course I attend and the lectures from IIT teaches that I get for free from YouTube.
On a larger scale, people faraway from each other loose connectivity with each other, businesses going online go off the track, everything related to technology, as small as a chip to as large as a supercomputer, or as vital as a satellite, suffers their doomsday. No TV, no phones, no AC, no fridge....
Oh man!! Destruction....
Wait, bliss comes too, people faraway are not in touch, so being with people nearby is the only solution. The scene of the whole "chowk" sitting in an open area and talking about day to day activities makes me feel serene.
Terrorists also loose their way to communicate secret information to each other and hide, so terrorism decreases significantly. Countries that claim to be able to finish the whole world, loose the technology which made them boast about themselves.
Just like two sides of a coin, such a phase would also have it's own pros and cons, now I wonder what actually living at such a place would feel like.
August 10 , 2021
10:00 PM
It's been a month since that unfortunate incident. We didn't know that rapid increase in technological advancements is not only harming the earth but also hampering the balance of solar system. That day, those outraged mighty creatures, the uninvited guests whom mother Earth never expected came out of nowhere from the sky and destroyed every progress we made since the modern era started.
At first, the whole world went chaos. No one could completely understand what happened. We couldn't communicate with anyone as all the networking system was destroyed. The information flow which keeps the world running was stopped.
Within 2-3 days , all the supply chain also perished due to lack of communication and travel so riots also broke . People were dieing due to starvation with a week . Even the most intelligent ones couldn't figure out what exactly happened.
In 2-3 weeks, engineers tried to put all communication and travel lines back to place but they couldn't do it properly and all we got was the slow paced calling network of old era. Still, it seemed enough to restore the supply chain. The first information which came out was shocking. They said - "Nearly half of the world's population couldn't survive. Increased fear due to hunger and insecurity lead to people killing each other!"
I am writing today not sure whether I'll survive or not because right now humans acting like zombies are ravaging across the city. I hope someone remains alive to tell our story. We have to start from scratch now but I believe we humans can do that. I have full confidence that we will get back to the place where we were a month ago soon.
Thank you
From,
One of the surviving homo sapiens
#prompt #review #thepenpuppet
10:00 PM
It's been a month since that unfortunate incident. We didn't know that rapid increase in technological advancements is not only harming the earth but also hampering the balance of solar system. That day, those outraged mighty creatures, the uninvited guests whom mother Earth never expected came out of nowhere from the sky and destroyed every progress we made since the modern era started.
At first, the whole world went chaos. No one could completely understand what happened. We couldn't communicate with anyone as all the networking system was destroyed. The information flow which keeps the world running was stopped.
Within 2-3 days , all the supply chain also perished due to lack of communication and travel so riots also broke . People were dieing due to starvation with a week . Even the most intelligent ones couldn't figure out what exactly happened.
In 2-3 weeks, engineers tried to put all communication and travel lines back to place but they couldn't do it properly and all we got was the slow paced calling network of old era. Still, it seemed enough to restore the supply chain. The first information which came out was shocking. They said - "Nearly half of the world's population couldn't survive. Increased fear due to hunger and insecurity lead to people killing each other!"
I am writing today not sure whether I'll survive or not because right now humans acting like zombies are ravaging across the city. I hope someone remains alive to tell our story. We have to start from scratch now but I believe we humans can do that. I have full confidence that we will get back to the place where we were a month ago soon.
Thank you
From,
One of the surviving homo sapiens
#prompt #review #thepenpuppet
||NOTHING IN PROPMTICULAR||
Day 1
Prompt: A man is locked in a room with an orangutan and he is not the trainer.
“Don’t throw me over!” He wriggled and wormed. He kicked at the air and flailed his forearms every which way. Was this his fate? Thrown overboard by two burly crew members of The Jenova?
“I can’t swim! Lock me up and give me to the police when we get to land.” He said still, by now drenched in sweat. The deep waters of the Pacific waited to embrace him. The vise grip of his captors dragged him closer to the sunburnt railings. It was a steamy afternoon. Both men spared their words…
“You heard the young lad! Lock him up”. A hardy voice ordered from behind.
Deli's predicament didn’t allow him to see his advocate. With the speedy redirection of his captors, he learnt that the voice that spoke was not hardy for naught.
“Where do we take him boss?” The holder of Tom's left side enquired.
A damning snicker, “Stowaways are animals, we know that full well.” Said the man whose voice meant Deli’s salvation from the ocean.
…
The steel door clamped shut. One lock. Two locks, then three…sentenced to darkness and possibly starvation en route the European shores.
His eyes adjusted to the darkness that enveloped him. Thick sweat emerged from his pores…the room didn’t sound like a place with critters. It was dead silent apart from the thumping of his upbeat heart.
“Deli! You have outdone yourself this time.” He said as he slumped to the floor back against the wall. Scanning the room was uneventful…wooden box , wooden box, wooden bo…!?
Something moved. His heart jumped too. The object stilled. Then swayed again. The room began to shrink. It neared Deli. Displacing the boxes and crates at will…
An Orangutan.
“Down boy, Si-si-sit….” Deli began through chattering teeth.
What if there wasn't enough room for both of them?
#MA #review
Day 1
Prompt: A man is locked in a room with an orangutan and he is not the trainer.
“Don’t throw me over!” He wriggled and wormed. He kicked at the air and flailed his forearms every which way. Was this his fate? Thrown overboard by two burly crew members of The Jenova?
“I can’t swim! Lock me up and give me to the police when we get to land.” He said still, by now drenched in sweat. The deep waters of the Pacific waited to embrace him. The vise grip of his captors dragged him closer to the sunburnt railings. It was a steamy afternoon. Both men spared their words…
“You heard the young lad! Lock him up”. A hardy voice ordered from behind.
Deli's predicament didn’t allow him to see his advocate. With the speedy redirection of his captors, he learnt that the voice that spoke was not hardy for naught.
“Where do we take him boss?” The holder of Tom's left side enquired.
A damning snicker, “Stowaways are animals, we know that full well.” Said the man whose voice meant Deli’s salvation from the ocean.
…
The steel door clamped shut. One lock. Two locks, then three…sentenced to darkness and possibly starvation en route the European shores.
His eyes adjusted to the darkness that enveloped him. Thick sweat emerged from his pores…the room didn’t sound like a place with critters. It was dead silent apart from the thumping of his upbeat heart.
“Deli! You have outdone yourself this time.” He said as he slumped to the floor back against the wall. Scanning the room was uneventful…wooden box , wooden box, wooden bo…!?
Something moved. His heart jumped too. The object stilled. Then swayed again. The room began to shrink. It neared Deli. Displacing the boxes and crates at will…
An Orangutan.
“Down boy, Si-si-sit….” Deli began through chattering teeth.
What if there wasn't enough room for both of them?
#MA #review
#yourreview
The plot is good and cambiar as well, an alien invasion like always not friendly , attacking us causing all networks and communication and traportations to fail, leaving all humans in despair and a big uncertainty of what will happen to the human race. But I couldn't grasp what caused the zombie attack , had the aliens spread the virus to cause the human race to suffer.
This is too mixed up , alien invasion, virus attack and world in chaos. This sounds like a mix up of several hollywood scenes from bradd pitts movie on virus, then " I am legend" of will smith and several others like tom cruise story of an alien being intelligent enough to control us.
Would like to read more about how this story unfolds.
There are certainly some mistakes here as well.
Like
August 10 , 2021
10:00 PM
It's been a month since that unfortunate incident. We didn't know that rapid increase in technological advancements is not only harming the earth but also hampering the balance of solar system. That day, those outraged mighty creatures, the uninvited guests whom mother Earth never expected came out of nowhere from the sky and destroyed every progress we made since the modern era started.
At first, the whole world went chaos. No one could completely understand what happened. We couldn't communicate with anyone as all the networking system was destroyed. The information flow which keeps the world running was stopped.
Within 2-3 days , all the supply chain also perished due to lack of communication and travel so riots also broke . People were dieing due to starvation with a week . Even the most intelligent ones couldn't figure out what exactly happened.
In 2-3 weeks, engineers tried to put all communication and travel lines back to place but they couldn't do it properly and all we got was the slow paced calling network of old era. Still, it seemed enough to restore the supply chain. The first information which came out was shocking. They said - "Nearly half of the world's population couldn't survive. Increased fear due to hunger and insecurity lead to people killing each other!"
I am writing today not sure whether I'll survive or not because right now humans acting like zombies are ravaging across the city. I hope someone remains alive to tell our story. We have to start from scratch now but I believe we humans can do that. I have full confidence that we will get back to the place where we were a month ago soon.
Thank you
From,
One of the surviving homo sapiens
#prompt #review #thepenpuppet
The plot is good and cambiar as well, an alien invasion like always not friendly , attacking us causing all networks and communication and traportations to fail, leaving all humans in despair and a big uncertainty of what will happen to the human race. But I couldn't grasp what caused the zombie attack , had the aliens spread the virus to cause the human race to suffer.
This is too mixed up , alien invasion, virus attack and world in chaos. This sounds like a mix up of several hollywood scenes from bradd pitts movie on virus, then " I am legend" of will smith and several others like tom cruise story of an alien being intelligent enough to control us.
Would like to read more about how this story unfolds.
There are certainly some mistakes here as well.
Like
August 10 , 2021
10:00 PM
It's been a month since that unfortunate incident. We didn't know that rapid increase in technological advancements is not only harming the earth but also hampering the balance of solar system. That day, those outraged mighty creatures, the uninvited guests whom mother Earth never expected came out of nowhere from the sky and destroyed every progress we made since the modern era started.
At first, the whole world went chaos. No one could completely understand what happened. We couldn't communicate with anyone as all the networking system was destroyed. The information flow which keeps the world running was stopped.
Within 2-3 days , all the supply chain also perished due to lack of communication and travel so riots also broke . People were dieing due to starvation with a week . Even the most intelligent ones couldn't figure out what exactly happened.
In 2-3 weeks, engineers tried to put all communication and travel lines back to place but they couldn't do it properly and all we got was the slow paced calling network of old era. Still, it seemed enough to restore the supply chain. The first information which came out was shocking. They said - "Nearly half of the world's population couldn't survive. Increased fear due to hunger and insecurity lead to people killing each other!"
I am writing today not sure whether I'll survive or not because right now humans acting like zombies are ravaging across the city. I hope someone remains alive to tell our story. We have to start from scratch now but I believe we humans can do that. I have full confidence that we will get back to the place where we were a month ago soon.
Thank you
From,
One of the surviving homo sapiens
#prompt #review #thepenpuppet
Bleed
How long can I hold and pretend?
In your shadow my sun is falling to end.
I am screaming inside, begging for you to see;
That all these words are contorted insides of me.
I'm cut up again, I don't see myself healing anymore;
I bleed and bleed and bleed but it's not death that I abhor.
It's to live with your words that ring in my head,
Echoing through my heart, driving me mad.
But you don't see, you don't care in the least!
For you, I'm nothing more than a tamed beast.
Here you come again at me with a whip,
Pain ripples on my back; I'm loosing my grip.
Sitting on the cold floor trying to pacify myself,
Digging a grave for me today, I'm waiting for help.
Someone to come and hold me, my pieces are falling over.
Someone to give me some warmth, saving me from your cold shoulder.
I bleed and bleed and bleed but it's not death that I abhor;
It's the traces of the things you killed in me that stink and retort.
#tm #review #poetry
How long can I hold and pretend?
In your shadow my sun is falling to end.
I am screaming inside, begging for you to see;
That all these words are contorted insides of me.
I'm cut up again, I don't see myself healing anymore;
I bleed and bleed and bleed but it's not death that I abhor.
It's to live with your words that ring in my head,
Echoing through my heart, driving me mad.
But you don't see, you don't care in the least!
For you, I'm nothing more than a tamed beast.
Here you come again at me with a whip,
Pain ripples on my back; I'm loosing my grip.
Sitting on the cold floor trying to pacify myself,
Digging a grave for me today, I'm waiting for help.
Someone to come and hold me, my pieces are falling over.
Someone to give me some warmth, saving me from your cold shoulder.
I bleed and bleed and bleed but it's not death that I abhor;
It's the traces of the things you killed in me that stink and retort.
#tm #review #poetry
There is a difference in what is said and what is done,
But whatever that is seriously done, is praised by none.
People always try to find some flaw in your actions,
And there you are eagerly waiting for their reactions.
Then they are trying to insult you for your deed,
And that is what exactly makes your heart bleed.
And then you are forced to find a flaw in your act,
Which inturn forces you to change the irreversible fact.
You try to distant yourself, you try to go very far,
But you are unable to seperate from yourself cause that is what you are.
And then you realize how cruel this world has always been to you,
The greater and more scary part is that the creulity is not new.
And then you laugh and realize, how silly you have been,
But it turns out that this is the shorter version of the world that you have seen.
Then you are back to continue your work, without a second thought,
This time you are not affected by them, you ignore all the talks.
You now explore the bigger picture, the better part of this world,
But still you chose to be disconnected, cause you know
That this world is curled.
#M #review
But whatever that is seriously done, is praised by none.
People always try to find some flaw in your actions,
And there you are eagerly waiting for their reactions.
Then they are trying to insult you for your deed,
And that is what exactly makes your heart bleed.
And then you are forced to find a flaw in your act,
Which inturn forces you to change the irreversible fact.
You try to distant yourself, you try to go very far,
But you are unable to seperate from yourself cause that is what you are.
And then you realize how cruel this world has always been to you,
The greater and more scary part is that the creulity is not new.
And then you laugh and realize, how silly you have been,
But it turns out that this is the shorter version of the world that you have seen.
Then you are back to continue your work, without a second thought,
This time you are not affected by them, you ignore all the talks.
You now explore the bigger picture, the better part of this world,
But still you chose to be disconnected, cause you know
That this world is curled.
#M #review
Title- a day without Phone
I started my day without seeing the screen
Not habitual of this but felt good walking into the green.
No notification,no mail and No text,
No remainders for the day but mind was on rest.
Though i missed some calls and text from friends,
Missed some information and mails from organization
It was cool being obselete than following the trends
And was worth giving time to my family and some self interrogation.
I found the real me from the fake world of social media,
Discovered more ways for self love and happiness then searching on Google or Wikipedia.
No social communication for 1 day
No lying to friends ,i am always there Yes you say.
No worries at night for the succeeding day
Spent night in a sound sleep and sweet dreams made their way.
It's worth giving up your phone for one day-one day..!!
#review #poetry #writers #madhurgauri
I started my day without seeing the screen
Not habitual of this but felt good walking into the green.
No notification,no mail and No text,
No remainders for the day but mind was on rest.
Though i missed some calls and text from friends,
Missed some information and mails from organization
It was cool being obselete than following the trends
And was worth giving time to my family and some self interrogation.
I found the real me from the fake world of social media,
Discovered more ways for self love and happiness then searching on Google or Wikipedia.
No social communication for 1 day
No lying to friends ,i am always there Yes you say.
No worries at night for the succeeding day
Spent night in a sound sleep and sweet dreams made their way.
It's worth giving up your phone for one day-one day..!!
#review #poetry #writers #madhurgauri
||NOTHING IN PROMPTICULAR||
Day Two
Prompt: Let the speaker tell a story.
Then, I had. Now, I’m lost. Lost in this world ,reliving my time in the one I no longer have. It was the happiest day of my life. Yet the first day of my death...
Four frigging years I had been walking up to that regal, brown building. It was for my education but why did it have to take so much? I tried a few jobs to keep me afloat but one way or the other, my carpet was swept up from under my feet.
Mother. Mother gave everything took keep her boy training to become that journalist he wanted to be.
Those benches. For four years I had nothing against them…I had no one to sit with anyway. I couldn’t allow anyone to break my focus. I guess they saw it in my eyes so no one came close. I was fond of the silvery pavement too. I did my favorite thing on it at 3pm each day.
Walking back home to mum.
I’d shuffle through the crowd, walk down those stairs, behind the benches and offer my occasional sigh for the unfortunate trees. On some days they’d talk to me. “HELP US! Please, take out the bullets the staple guns have left in us. Sack that dog before it…”
I was always too late. The dogs that run the streets marked all over them…every single time.
All things do end. Four years had given me the ticket to close that chapter.
The big day-Graduation.
Oh Mother’s smile. Her little champ had finally done it! Her beaming face. The sparkle in her eye. Watching the product of every year she’d sown into watching me grow. We got onto the bench for my big photo.
SNAP!
That was the end.Her heart couldn’t support the joy running through her. The doctors said she would be fine...
Then, I had. Now, I’m lost. Lost in this world ,reliving my time in the one I no longer have.
#MA #review #shortstory
Day Two
Prompt: Let the speaker tell a story.
Then, I had. Now, I’m lost. Lost in this world ,reliving my time in the one I no longer have. It was the happiest day of my life. Yet the first day of my death...
Four frigging years I had been walking up to that regal, brown building. It was for my education but why did it have to take so much? I tried a few jobs to keep me afloat but one way or the other, my carpet was swept up from under my feet.
Mother. Mother gave everything took keep her boy training to become that journalist he wanted to be.
Those benches. For four years I had nothing against them…I had no one to sit with anyway. I couldn’t allow anyone to break my focus. I guess they saw it in my eyes so no one came close. I was fond of the silvery pavement too. I did my favorite thing on it at 3pm each day.
Walking back home to mum.
I’d shuffle through the crowd, walk down those stairs, behind the benches and offer my occasional sigh for the unfortunate trees. On some days they’d talk to me. “HELP US! Please, take out the bullets the staple guns have left in us. Sack that dog before it…”
I was always too late. The dogs that run the streets marked all over them…every single time.
All things do end. Four years had given me the ticket to close that chapter.
The big day-Graduation.
Oh Mother’s smile. Her little champ had finally done it! Her beaming face. The sparkle in her eye. Watching the product of every year she’d sown into watching me grow. We got onto the bench for my big photo.
SNAP!
That was the end.Her heart couldn’t support the joy running through her. The doctors said she would be fine...
Then, I had. Now, I’m lost. Lost in this world ,reliving my time in the one I no longer have.
#MA #review #shortstory
I don’t want to make
myself a good traveler, But
I want to make a better way
for passengers;
I want to be the water of
thirsty travelers, And
In such heat I want to be
a shade for them..!!
I don’t want to cause myself
the pain of others, But
I want to make myself
the medicine of others pain;
I want to be the food of
hungry poor childrens, and
Also i want to be
myself for their support..!!
#Akash #review #poem
myself a good traveler, But
I want to make a better way
for passengers;
I want to be the water of
thirsty travelers, And
In such heat I want to be
a shade for them..!!
I don’t want to cause myself
the pain of others, But
I want to make myself
the medicine of others pain;
I want to be the food of
hungry poor childrens, and
Also i want to be
myself for their support..!!
#Akash #review #poem
I don’t want to make
myself a good traveler, But
I want to make a better way
for passengers;
I want to be the water of
thirsty travelers, And
In such heat I want to be
a shade for them..!!
I don’t want to cause myself
the pain of others, But
I want to make myself
the medicine of others pain;
I want to be the food of
hungry poor childrens, and
Also i want to be
myself for their support..!!
#Akash #review #poem
myself a good traveler, But
I want to make a better way
for passengers;
I want to be the water of
thirsty travelers, And
In such heat I want to be
a shade for them..!!
I don’t want to cause myself
the pain of others, But
I want to make myself
the medicine of others pain;
I want to be the food of
hungry poor childrens, and
Also i want to be
myself for their support..!!
#Akash #review #poem
[Read the second part above ⬆️]
Unforgettable (Part 3)
(Fragment of the previous part: [...] You want to know what is it?" he answered and asked a question to me. "Yes, I want to," I said quickly. He take a deep breath, then said, "It's getting bitten up... Again.")
After heard him saying that, I'm so shocked. Like, is he crazy or mad? I take a deep breath, and say, "Go buy a brain!" to him, then go to the cafeteria. I know, he must be shocked, but I have nothing better to say. I'm frustrated. I saw him got bitten up so badly yesterday. I collected all of my courage just to help him, but see???? During my walk to the cafeteria, I've decided that I won't help him at this ever again, and I'm so sure about this.
At cafeteria, I didn't buy anything, but ice lemon tea. I lost my temper, I lost my mood. I don't care about anything right now, even if it's that damn pic or that f*cking weird boy. It's so strange that last night I have fun with that boy, then talk to the same boy at the first break time, but now I'm alone here, only by myself. And in the end, I spent my second break time alone.
A week passed by, and I didn't see him around ever again. I wonder where is he now, or what he does now, but just like the other days, I ended up spent my day alone. I feel like my old me is back. An introvert, a weirdo, an ordinary girl that just exist in this world without any contribution to the world itself. How is it possible? I became a different side of me—that I didn't even know was there only for a few hours in the evening and half a day in the morning. The question "is it just me being a weirdo as usual, or the power of that f*cking boy?" keeps replaying in my head, over and over again.
#review #kwan #shortstory
Unforgettable (Part 3)
(Fragment of the previous part: [...] You want to know what is it?" he answered and asked a question to me. "Yes, I want to," I said quickly. He take a deep breath, then said, "It's getting bitten up... Again.")
After heard him saying that, I'm so shocked. Like, is he crazy or mad? I take a deep breath, and say, "Go buy a brain!" to him, then go to the cafeteria. I know, he must be shocked, but I have nothing better to say. I'm frustrated. I saw him got bitten up so badly yesterday. I collected all of my courage just to help him, but see???? During my walk to the cafeteria, I've decided that I won't help him at this ever again, and I'm so sure about this.
At cafeteria, I didn't buy anything, but ice lemon tea. I lost my temper, I lost my mood. I don't care about anything right now, even if it's that damn pic or that f*cking weird boy. It's so strange that last night I have fun with that boy, then talk to the same boy at the first break time, but now I'm alone here, only by myself. And in the end, I spent my second break time alone.
A week passed by, and I didn't see him around ever again. I wonder where is he now, or what he does now, but just like the other days, I ended up spent my day alone. I feel like my old me is back. An introvert, a weirdo, an ordinary girl that just exist in this world without any contribution to the world itself. How is it possible? I became a different side of me—that I didn't even know was there only for a few hours in the evening and half a day in the morning. The question "is it just me being a weirdo as usual, or the power of that f*cking boy?" keeps replaying in my head, over and over again.
#review #kwan #shortstory
#review #poetry
Where are you lost?
Descrying you,amongst these masked men,
Several of my dawns have turned to dusks.
I too have adorned myself with masks ,of someone else.
I'm sure,I haven't been myself lately.
Don't you remember the night we met? and promised to escape this world one day,
To an enigmatic place,an unknown one.
Just you and me and the prairies away.
Don't you remember listening the ocean,
And drowning together,and still being alive.
I saw my future in those eyes of yours,but I'm sure my future has been lost lately.
Veiling from the world,under those desks
Don't you remember me holding your hand, shyly yet tight.
My only fear was of losing you,
And I did lose you that night.
Don't you remember me crying,
Losing my tears and adjuring to you,
To get found and embrace me tight.
Memories of that dreadful night,
Still spark in my eyes, and turn them moist.
I did not only loose you,
But I lost myself and a half.
Maybe you'll comeback someday,
For a final ride,and the last long laugh.
Where are you lost?
Descrying you,amongst these masked men,
Several of my dawns have turned to dusks.
I too have adorned myself with masks ,of someone else.
I'm sure,I haven't been myself lately.
Don't you remember the night we met? and promised to escape this world one day,
To an enigmatic place,an unknown one.
Just you and me and the prairies away.
Don't you remember listening the ocean,
And drowning together,and still being alive.
I saw my future in those eyes of yours,but I'm sure my future has been lost lately.
Veiling from the world,under those desks
Don't you remember me holding your hand, shyly yet tight.
My only fear was of losing you,
And I did lose you that night.
Don't you remember me crying,
Losing my tears and adjuring to you,
To get found and embrace me tight.
Memories of that dreadful night,
Still spark in my eyes, and turn them moist.
I did not only loose you,
But I lost myself and a half.
Maybe you'll comeback someday,
For a final ride,and the last long laugh.
#review
Hi all,
I'm looking for feedback on free sample of my book Amitav Ghost.
In exchange I'm willing to help with query letter/ pitching for publication.
#AmitavGhost
Speculative fiction
They were brought together to save her power from falling in the wrongs hands, & she was safe, unless he knew that she could bless him with immortality at the cost of her life.
What will he choose, his duty or power?
Hi all,
I'm looking for feedback on free sample of my book Amitav Ghost.
In exchange I'm willing to help with query letter/ pitching for publication.
#AmitavGhost
Speculative fiction
They were brought together to save her power from falling in the wrongs hands, & she was safe, unless he knew that she could bless him with immortality at the cost of her life.
What will he choose, his duty or power?
The room was lit with a purple nature. It was a small haunted apartment winding with webs of spider tainted greyness of rough dust. Layhdina i she had finally got to the night she was longing for, on the very right lay a dead man's corpse flicking thoughts might shower as a morgue but it was not.
Layhdena moved closer to the corpse giving a slit to its sepulchre, blood was frozen as the body was kept at place for about weeks. With her old wrinkled dirty horrifying hands with big nails projecting she pulled the memory out and placed it in the bottle filled with some liquor liquid.
Moving downwards using a smooth round tool she very gently scooped one eye, the movement of the iris was easily catchable . She threw it and locked in another bottle looping the same with the other of the pair.
Oh! It was her husband locked in the magic, he was alive with a brain without its bone and eye without memory to process .
#review #shortstory #shashwat
Authors note : its a start of my frictional story I want comments if its good, I know its complicated I wanted it this way . Ankita and others plz review
Layhdena moved closer to the corpse giving a slit to its sepulchre, blood was frozen as the body was kept at place for about weeks. With her old wrinkled dirty horrifying hands with big nails projecting she pulled the memory out and placed it in the bottle filled with some liquor liquid.
Moving downwards using a smooth round tool she very gently scooped one eye, the movement of the iris was easily catchable . She threw it and locked in another bottle looping the same with the other of the pair.
Oh! It was her husband locked in the magic, he was alive with a brain without its bone and eye without memory to process .
#review #shortstory #shashwat
Authors note : its a start of my frictional story I want comments if its good, I know its complicated I wanted it this way . Ankita and others plz review
Golden Idea.
Forgotten is the past bliss,
Forgiven, all that's gone amiss.
My mind tries it's best
To work not rest.
High are the stakes
And many are the mistakes
Trying every day
Trying every possible way.
Doubts muted to a whisper
I drown myself deeper.
A swim here and a swim there
Which way won't I dare.
In the depths of this endless ocean of thought
My eyes look but see naught.
Dark and unforgiving
How I wish a ray were shining.
I long for a key to this lock,
A way past this stumbling block
For inside lies an idea so golden
It will only be mine when I'm wet and sodden.
#review #rocky #poetry
Forgotten is the past bliss,
Forgiven, all that's gone amiss.
My mind tries it's best
To work not rest.
High are the stakes
And many are the mistakes
Trying every day
Trying every possible way.
Doubts muted to a whisper
I drown myself deeper.
A swim here and a swim there
Which way won't I dare.
In the depths of this endless ocean of thought
My eyes look but see naught.
Dark and unforgiving
How I wish a ray were shining.
I long for a key to this lock,
A way past this stumbling block
For inside lies an idea so golden
It will only be mine when I'm wet and sodden.
#review #rocky #poetry
The room was lit with a purple nature. It was a small apartment winding with webs of spider tainted greyness of rough dust made it difficult to keep any step without prints .Layhdina she had finally got to the night she was longing for, on the very right lay a dead man's corpse flicking thoughts might shower as a morgue but it was not. She swiftly pulled a knife, a sharp big knife she was used to slaughter lambs with, which was very evident from her blood stained attire which was on to her for ages.
Her eyes were off, and her brain was on the verge of dying. It's common to have such issues if you have passed your 10 century. She slid the knife over her finger, " Still sharp !" The corpse was offering a foul smell, she gave his wardrobe a cut and made him lay exposed.
Layhdena moved closer to the corpse giving a slit to its sepulchre, blood was frozen as the body was kept at place for about weeks. With her old wrinkled dirty horrifying hands with big nails projecting she pulled the memory out and placed it in the bottle filled with some liquor liquid and kept aside on a table .
Moving downwards using a smooth round tool she very gently scooped one eye, the movement of the iris was easily catchable . She threw it and locked in another bottle looping the same with the other of the pair.
Oh! It was her husband locked in the magic, he was alive with a brain without its bone and eye without memory to process .
She was in need of him,dead already, will live, alive its Layhdina of course.
The dead can talk, oh yes her brain communicated with her husband's brain
Ceased locked in bottle. Even eyes could work but were far from the vicinity of the master.
She sat on the table licking her hands with a sense of hunger it's so fresh, she claimed . she was persistent to rotten dead bodies and having blood was like a boon, a sense of pleasure trembling her body moved down her spine. Wants can never be abandoned not from witches too. She reached the corpse again, moving hands to get hold of some fresh muscles. Ah! She got his chest; she made fine pieces; not the need of hands; she with her huge frangs was good all. After having torn the chest she plucked the pump out dripping with blood oh! It was fresh she took ah! A Bite shivering convulsively at how pleasurable it was her dirty black enamel was coated with red , her jaws stretched far to engulf at once blood dribbling her mouth she was a perfect picture of a monster.
She hurled her hand deep inside forcing everything in her mouth roughly again the same and again she couldn't stop. Ah! Oh! What a feeling the man was lying ripped organs call too hard on the floor.
#review #shortstory #shashwat
Note : will refine it more its just for the basic plotline its a flashback kinda thing
Her eyes were off, and her brain was on the verge of dying. It's common to have such issues if you have passed your 10 century. She slid the knife over her finger, " Still sharp !" The corpse was offering a foul smell, she gave his wardrobe a cut and made him lay exposed.
Layhdena moved closer to the corpse giving a slit to its sepulchre, blood was frozen as the body was kept at place for about weeks. With her old wrinkled dirty horrifying hands with big nails projecting she pulled the memory out and placed it in the bottle filled with some liquor liquid and kept aside on a table .
Moving downwards using a smooth round tool she very gently scooped one eye, the movement of the iris was easily catchable . She threw it and locked in another bottle looping the same with the other of the pair.
Oh! It was her husband locked in the magic, he was alive with a brain without its bone and eye without memory to process .
She was in need of him,dead already, will live, alive its Layhdina of course.
The dead can talk, oh yes her brain communicated with her husband's brain
Ceased locked in bottle. Even eyes could work but were far from the vicinity of the master.
She sat on the table licking her hands with a sense of hunger it's so fresh, she claimed . she was persistent to rotten dead bodies and having blood was like a boon, a sense of pleasure trembling her body moved down her spine. Wants can never be abandoned not from witches too. She reached the corpse again, moving hands to get hold of some fresh muscles. Ah! She got his chest; she made fine pieces; not the need of hands; she with her huge frangs was good all. After having torn the chest she plucked the pump out dripping with blood oh! It was fresh she took ah! A Bite shivering convulsively at how pleasurable it was her dirty black enamel was coated with red , her jaws stretched far to engulf at once blood dribbling her mouth she was a perfect picture of a monster.
She hurled her hand deep inside forcing everything in her mouth roughly again the same and again she couldn't stop. Ah! Oh! What a feeling the man was lying ripped organs call too hard on the floor.
#review #shortstory #shashwat
Note : will refine it more its just for the basic plotline its a flashback kinda thing
|NOTHING IN PROMPTICULAR|
DAY 9
CONDITION: Romance
PROMPT: The bright harvest moon began to get smaller and smaller as the two celestial bodies began to drift away from each other.
“Zon! Zon, wait…”
“You know you shouldn’t be here.”
“ Zon, this place alone matters to me.”
“Maan! See how you burn! You’ve lived so long yet you never change!”
“Zon, I’ve chased you all my life!”
“That’s why I keep on running. You’re a monster!”
“Show me my flaws…tell me my wrongs.”
“Its within you. You can’t get rid of your fiery greed!”
“My greed?”
“Yes! Your greed. You chase after me because you want to take my place.”
“Your place?”
“Yes! You wish to rule both day and night.”
Zon took a step back and Maan came closer…
“Zon…don’t leave. I’ll grow cold.
I’ll die.”
“That is exactly what I want! You alone in your darkness!”
“Zon my greed is for you and not your place.”
“For me?”
“Yes, you.”
“Maan! We’ve been cursed to wrestle, we weren’t made to cuddle.”
“I am ice, you are fire. Yet my whole life, I burn for you.”
“You can’t come close.”
“Zon, if death is the price to pay to have one dance, I will take the chance.”
“Maan, we were made together to be apart.”
“Zon I want you to stay.”
“Us two? Share a place in the sky? Maan, what will the people say?”
“Zon…I speak my heart yet you drift away…”
“It’s the law of the heavens…I don’t want to be cast away.”
“Let’s elope…”
“Maybe another day.”
“This is the last of mine…”
“Maan…you will have another life time.”
“Zon it changes nothing. I’ll forever be chasing after you.”
Zon sunk out of sight. Maan, empty inside, took his place in the sky. Another end, a new beginning.
At least once, he looked upon the love of his life. At least once, the moon and sun shared the sky.
Authors note: The harvest moon rises just about at sunset. The moon comes up before the sun goes down(they share a place in the sky. Stuck on opposite sides however). And it's reddish(it burns).
Zon- Sun in Dutch and she's the woman
Maan- Moon in Dutch and he's the man
#MA #review #shortstory
DAY 9
CONDITION: Romance
PROMPT: The bright harvest moon began to get smaller and smaller as the two celestial bodies began to drift away from each other.
“Zon! Zon, wait…”
“You know you shouldn’t be here.”
“ Zon, this place alone matters to me.”
“Maan! See how you burn! You’ve lived so long yet you never change!”
“Zon, I’ve chased you all my life!”
“That’s why I keep on running. You’re a monster!”
“Show me my flaws…tell me my wrongs.”
“Its within you. You can’t get rid of your fiery greed!”
“My greed?”
“Yes! Your greed. You chase after me because you want to take my place.”
“Your place?”
“Yes! You wish to rule both day and night.”
Zon took a step back and Maan came closer…
“Zon…don’t leave. I’ll grow cold.
I’ll die.”
“That is exactly what I want! You alone in your darkness!”
“Zon my greed is for you and not your place.”
“For me?”
“Yes, you.”
“Maan! We’ve been cursed to wrestle, we weren’t made to cuddle.”
“I am ice, you are fire. Yet my whole life, I burn for you.”
“You can’t come close.”
“Zon, if death is the price to pay to have one dance, I will take the chance.”
“Maan, we were made together to be apart.”
“Zon I want you to stay.”
“Us two? Share a place in the sky? Maan, what will the people say?”
“Zon…I speak my heart yet you drift away…”
“It’s the law of the heavens…I don’t want to be cast away.”
“Let’s elope…”
“Maybe another day.”
“This is the last of mine…”
“Maan…you will have another life time.”
“Zon it changes nothing. I’ll forever be chasing after you.”
Zon sunk out of sight. Maan, empty inside, took his place in the sky. Another end, a new beginning.
At least once, he looked upon the love of his life. At least once, the moon and sun shared the sky.
Authors note: The harvest moon rises just about at sunset. The moon comes up before the sun goes down(they share a place in the sky. Stuck on opposite sides however). And it's reddish(it burns).
Zon- Sun in Dutch and she's the woman
Maan- Moon in Dutch and he's the man
#MA #review #shortstory
#shortstory
#anonWrites
#review
I am out on my long trip which i was planning since some time. I am listening to the radio which is playing some pop music. I am passing by highway 80 which goes to tankota town. I am checking my beer holder and noticed that there is only one beer remaining. So i decided to stop-by a gas station, and restock on beer and gas.
I am entering the local grocery supermarket and getting my stock while my car is out in the station getting refilled with gas. I have all the things that I came for and now I am exiting the supermarket. I am putting all my stuff in the trunk and as I am sitting in the car, I notice there is some paper note on my windshield. I took the paper and saw someone wrote in a bad handwriting, "Go west for 100 miles". I decided to take the adventure and went in that direction.
After more than an hour, I saw a board that said Welcome to Area 52. I heard of Area 51 earlier with all the conspiracies on it holding aliens but Area 52 was new place for me.
As I was entering through the broken fence which was clawed through by something, I noticed some hangars to my right and a control tower to my front. The hangar was having some lights on, so I went to the hangar to check it out.
On entering the hangar, there was something in the shadow. I am a wat veteran so I could tell it was not human. Luckily, I had some guns in my cars trunk.
I headed towards the car and took out a shotgun rifle and entered the hangar. I found the switch to the current power and flipped it to turn it on. The entire hangar was well lit and I could see the creature barging at me. I took a shot at it and it started bleeding green.
I headed towards the control tower in hopes to be able to radio out for help. As I entered the tower, another creature barged in towards me and it missed me by a hairs distance. I turned around and took it out.
I am heading towards the top floor by taking the stairs. As soon as I reached the top floor, luckily for me, the radio was still working. I was able to radio the next army base and in a few minutes, they reached my base all loaded up.
I took my car and stayed in a nearby hotel for the night. This is a rare experience and I am still wondering who was the person who guided me towards that base. Was it someone who was aware of the atrocities of that base? Was it someone who was looking for help and knew I would be able to help? It is all a mystery.
#anonWrites
#review
I am out on my long trip which i was planning since some time. I am listening to the radio which is playing some pop music. I am passing by highway 80 which goes to tankota town. I am checking my beer holder and noticed that there is only one beer remaining. So i decided to stop-by a gas station, and restock on beer and gas.
I am entering the local grocery supermarket and getting my stock while my car is out in the station getting refilled with gas. I have all the things that I came for and now I am exiting the supermarket. I am putting all my stuff in the trunk and as I am sitting in the car, I notice there is some paper note on my windshield. I took the paper and saw someone wrote in a bad handwriting, "Go west for 100 miles". I decided to take the adventure and went in that direction.
After more than an hour, I saw a board that said Welcome to Area 52. I heard of Area 51 earlier with all the conspiracies on it holding aliens but Area 52 was new place for me.
As I was entering through the broken fence which was clawed through by something, I noticed some hangars to my right and a control tower to my front. The hangar was having some lights on, so I went to the hangar to check it out.
On entering the hangar, there was something in the shadow. I am a wat veteran so I could tell it was not human. Luckily, I had some guns in my cars trunk.
I headed towards the car and took out a shotgun rifle and entered the hangar. I found the switch to the current power and flipped it to turn it on. The entire hangar was well lit and I could see the creature barging at me. I took a shot at it and it started bleeding green.
I headed towards the control tower in hopes to be able to radio out for help. As I entered the tower, another creature barged in towards me and it missed me by a hairs distance. I turned around and took it out.
I am heading towards the top floor by taking the stairs. As soon as I reached the top floor, luckily for me, the radio was still working. I was able to radio the next army base and in a few minutes, they reached my base all loaded up.
I took my car and stayed in a nearby hotel for the night. This is a rare experience and I am still wondering who was the person who guided me towards that base. Was it someone who was aware of the atrocities of that base? Was it someone who was looking for help and knew I would be able to help? It is all a mystery.