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.
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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.
Looking at my life I feel I can fly
But I don't have wings so i might fall
Like liquid I might flow
Dripping down on the floor
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But I don't have wings so i might fall
Like liquid I might flow
Dripping down on the floor
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Part1
Leah
Since it is Sunday and it has stopped raining, I think I will bring a bouquet of roses to my grave. Red and white roses, the ones that are grown for alters and crowns. The gloomy, eerie weather of the morning had reminded me of the hill where people dump their dead loved ones. It is a bare place, without trees, swept clean except for the few fortunate crumbs that return once the wind has passed. Now that it has stopped raining, the midday sun should have dried the path up the hill, making it passable. The sun might now shine on the tomb, where my childhood body rests, in the back, now confused, crumbling between snails and roots, not to forget maggots. It gets very cold, lonely and depressing down here, if I knew it was going to be like this I would’ve asked to be cremated. My name is Leah Paper and this is my story.
It all started in the year 2016 when my family and I moved to a town near Nupide, which is a town on the northern side of Vysia. My neighbourhood was very alien, because I totally did not know anyone there. Our new house was odd and different in every way. It had broken windows but I guess the children from the neighbourhood threw them with stones and bottles. They said the house was haunted, they said something sinister lived in it's walls but we never listened. The house gave off a rotten egg smell and sometimes there were whispers coming from my closet. Someone should have told me then to pursue my parents on leaving the house. All I have are memories that sting when I open the door in mind.
The things that go bump in the dark are scarier than most people can imagine. I am not talking about frictional creatures like Dracula, Frankenstein, or Klaus Michelson, I am talking every person’s nightmare, every humans’ worst fear, I am talking about the devil himself. He wears a fancy suit that has a unique stich style. He was as handsome as the stars you see on the big screens, and his eyes tend to give off this compelling light that hypnotised me from the moment I saw him...
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Leah
Since it is Sunday and it has stopped raining, I think I will bring a bouquet of roses to my grave. Red and white roses, the ones that are grown for alters and crowns. The gloomy, eerie weather of the morning had reminded me of the hill where people dump their dead loved ones. It is a bare place, without trees, swept clean except for the few fortunate crumbs that return once the wind has passed. Now that it has stopped raining, the midday sun should have dried the path up the hill, making it passable. The sun might now shine on the tomb, where my childhood body rests, in the back, now confused, crumbling between snails and roots, not to forget maggots. It gets very cold, lonely and depressing down here, if I knew it was going to be like this I would’ve asked to be cremated. My name is Leah Paper and this is my story.
It all started in the year 2016 when my family and I moved to a town near Nupide, which is a town on the northern side of Vysia. My neighbourhood was very alien, because I totally did not know anyone there. Our new house was odd and different in every way. It had broken windows but I guess the children from the neighbourhood threw them with stones and bottles. They said the house was haunted, they said something sinister lived in it's walls but we never listened. The house gave off a rotten egg smell and sometimes there were whispers coming from my closet. Someone should have told me then to pursue my parents on leaving the house. All I have are memories that sting when I open the door in mind.
The things that go bump in the dark are scarier than most people can imagine. I am not talking about frictional creatures like Dracula, Frankenstein, or Klaus Michelson, I am talking every person’s nightmare, every humans’ worst fear, I am talking about the devil himself. He wears a fancy suit that has a unique stich style. He was as handsome as the stars you see on the big screens, and his eyes tend to give off this compelling light that hypnotised me from the moment I saw him...
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Trotting on a low lit street,
my eyes are moist,and now the feet
Feel so heavy as they have never been.
Flashbacks of past haunt me these days,
Long lost cronies,their parted ways.
I scream
And yet the screams remain unheard,
as I weep in woods,where Banyans,
Gird me and share my sadness.
I despise their towns and hate their cities,
where the captives of desires,
Reside And act as they all have a life,
When all they have are daily strifes.
I ignore to accept them as mine.
Only woods are mine.Only woods are mine.
Trotting on a low lit street,
my eyes are moist,and now the feet
Feel so heavy as they have never been.
Flashbacks of past haunt me these days,
Long lost cronies,their parted ways.
I scream
And yet the screams remain unheard,
as I weep in woods,where Banyans,
Gird me and share my sadness.
I despise their towns and hate their cities,
where the captives of desires,
Reside And act as they all have a life,
When all they have are daily strifes.
I ignore to accept them as mine.
Only woods are mine.Only woods are mine.
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Love to keep
Two sail upon a boat,
Two hearts but not one beat.
Two pilgrims on a road,
Heavy burdens, weary feet.
A gleam of hope, a light,
As two lonely gazes meet.
Hearts revived to life,
One now the other's beat.
My lips touch yours,
The taste is truth it seems.
But souls have wounds,
One's love the other seeps.
Two eyes one cry,
Red cheeks drenched in tears.
Two lungs one sigh,
Screams swallowed in fears.
Hearts of wings do fly,
To fall to sorrow's deep.
The lips of truth do lie,
Those lies I now shall reap.
The heart awaits to die,
Alone without a beat.
The soul's fountain runs dry,
It has no love to keep.
Love to keep
Two sail upon a boat,
Two hearts but not one beat.
Two pilgrims on a road,
Heavy burdens, weary feet.
A gleam of hope, a light,
As two lonely gazes meet.
Hearts revived to life,
One now the other's beat.
My lips touch yours,
The taste is truth it seems.
But souls have wounds,
One's love the other seeps.
Two eyes one cry,
Red cheeks drenched in tears.
Two lungs one sigh,
Screams swallowed in fears.
Hearts of wings do fly,
To fall to sorrow's deep.
The lips of truth do lie,
Those lies I now shall reap.
The heart awaits to die,
Alone without a beat.
The soul's fountain runs dry,
It has no love to keep.
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Unforgettable (Part 4) - Ending
(Fragment of the previous part: 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.)
Later that day, after the school ends, I go to take a walk first instead of going home. During my walk, I started to think, that my life could be represented by my walk this day. I only walk, keep walking, walking around, but without any purpose. And my life? I just do what have been told, I just do what people said to me to do, but I didn't realize, that all this time, I do things as usual, but don't have any purpose in life. And I also didn't realize, that my tears falling down slowly into my cheeks. The way I want to take a walk to calm my mind, turns out to be worse, but useful, at least for myself.
I finally decided to go home and pass the same street. I saw many of guys running with the stains on their uniforms. I decided to check it out, then I found that a boy is laying there, hold a camera with a broken lens. His blood is falling down from his forehead to his chin. I don't know what to say. I'm speechless, but I can't hold my tears. I'm crying, then I leave. Actually, my mind told me to leave, but my heart told me to stay. I don't know which one should I follow, but still, I leave.
I'm still crying during my walk to go home, even after I finally arrived. I just opened the fences and the door, then go to my room without even saying hi to my Mom. I've been sitting in the floor of my room for like an hour. Still in my uniform, and still with those thoughts that I've got during my journey when I take a walk. I heard someone coming upstairs, then opened the door of my room. It's my Mom. She brings the dinner upstairs because she wants to have a dinner with me, but instead of having a dinner, my Mom hugs me, and I crying even harder. My Mom knows that I'm crying, but she didn't say anything. An hour later, my Mom goes to work, and I stay at my room. We ended up didn't have a dinner... together.
The next day, I didn't go to school because I've got a fever. Maybe it's because I took a bath in the evening—it's cold. I stay at home by myself, because my Mom have to replace her friend for work. Around 5 PM, I saw a posman put something on my mailbox. I ignored it at the first, but I'm too curious, so I checked it out. There's my name on the envelope, which is means that the letter is for me. I opened the envelope quickly, then saw a picture of me and that one weird guy, that we took the first time we met. On the back of the pic, there's a beautiful yet messy handwriting, says:
"I found this pic on my bag after we talked to each other during the first break. I don't wanna tell you yet, and I have a reason. I always keep an eye on you, even when you don't see me around. Today, I don't see you, where are you? I hope you did the same thing as I did. Apologize won't works, but still, I'm sorry. I don't know when this would be happens, but see you."
Since that day, I never see him around anymore. I don't know his name, I don't know where does he live, I don't know where does he going, but I hope he still keeps an eye on me, even tho I never see him around anymore.
Author's note: I'm curious to know, where do you think that boy go? 🤔 And what do you think is the reason he didn't tell her about the pic?? 🤔 I think this part is too long, but it'll be fun! (I mean, I hope so 🤐)
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Unforgettable (Part 4) - Ending
(Fragment of the previous part: 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.)
Later that day, after the school ends, I go to take a walk first instead of going home. During my walk, I started to think, that my life could be represented by my walk this day. I only walk, keep walking, walking around, but without any purpose. And my life? I just do what have been told, I just do what people said to me to do, but I didn't realize, that all this time, I do things as usual, but don't have any purpose in life. And I also didn't realize, that my tears falling down slowly into my cheeks. The way I want to take a walk to calm my mind, turns out to be worse, but useful, at least for myself.
I finally decided to go home and pass the same street. I saw many of guys running with the stains on their uniforms. I decided to check it out, then I found that a boy is laying there, hold a camera with a broken lens. His blood is falling down from his forehead to his chin. I don't know what to say. I'm speechless, but I can't hold my tears. I'm crying, then I leave. Actually, my mind told me to leave, but my heart told me to stay. I don't know which one should I follow, but still, I leave.
I'm still crying during my walk to go home, even after I finally arrived. I just opened the fences and the door, then go to my room without even saying hi to my Mom. I've been sitting in the floor of my room for like an hour. Still in my uniform, and still with those thoughts that I've got during my journey when I take a walk. I heard someone coming upstairs, then opened the door of my room. It's my Mom. She brings the dinner upstairs because she wants to have a dinner with me, but instead of having a dinner, my Mom hugs me, and I crying even harder. My Mom knows that I'm crying, but she didn't say anything. An hour later, my Mom goes to work, and I stay at my room. We ended up didn't have a dinner... together.
The next day, I didn't go to school because I've got a fever. Maybe it's because I took a bath in the evening—it's cold. I stay at home by myself, because my Mom have to replace her friend for work. Around 5 PM, I saw a posman put something on my mailbox. I ignored it at the first, but I'm too curious, so I checked it out. There's my name on the envelope, which is means that the letter is for me. I opened the envelope quickly, then saw a picture of me and that one weird guy, that we took the first time we met. On the back of the pic, there's a beautiful yet messy handwriting, says:
"I found this pic on my bag after we talked to each other during the first break. I don't wanna tell you yet, and I have a reason. I always keep an eye on you, even when you don't see me around. Today, I don't see you, where are you? I hope you did the same thing as I did. Apologize won't works, but still, I'm sorry. I don't know when this would be happens, but see you."
Since that day, I never see him around anymore. I don't know his name, I don't know where does he live, I don't know where does he going, but I hope he still keeps an eye on me, even tho I never see him around anymore.
Author's note: I'm curious to know, where do you think that boy go? 🤔 And what do you think is the reason he didn't tell her about the pic?? 🤔 I think this part is too long, but it'll be fun! (I mean, I hope so 🤐)
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AV, is he a human or a ghost? Is he real or Priyakshee's imagination? She claimed that she dreamed of him, kissed him, and walked along with him, but no one else ever met or even saw him. And now, while Priyakshee is missing, her fiance's lawyer is using all kinds of maneuvers to prove that Priyakshee is a patient of Schizophrenia and AV is the imagination of orphan and introvert Priyakshee, who, she thinks is hosting in her fiance Amit’s body without his knowledge. Amit is maligning Priyakshee in court, not to save himself from the charge of killing her, not because she cheated on him, or not because he wants to get rid of her, but because he wants to be with her. For this he will have to rescue her, and it may take decades or even centuries.
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The slight acne scars. The penny-sized, penny-shaped birthmark right above your knee. The dot below your shoulder that must have been from when you had chicken pox in third grade. The scratch on your neck — did I do that?
This brief transcript of moments, written on the body, is so deeply satisfying to read.
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This brief transcript of moments, written on the body, is so deeply satisfying to read.
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