#review #thrillerstory
#Einstestine
" Too close "
Its 2 AM in the morning the bus stopped .
A stranger came aboard and sit beside "Manav" abruptly, he was giving a strange aura of disease and intoxication
STRANGER- hey
MANAV- hmm
STRANGER- its really cold right
MANAV- hmm, yeah
STRANGER- more cold than your fu**ing "hmm" ( his whole body shooked as he barely sucked his anger)
A shock run through Manav's body
STRANGER- listen, ( in a slow hushy voice ) you should make people feel welcomed and don't, make, fun of them. It makes them,It makes them, feel they are different ( as he clenched his teeth )
STRANGER- don't you agree( he looks at manav with a soul piercing gaze)
MANAV- yes, totally ( shakingly as he tries to swallow his scream )
The stranger just keep staring down motionlessly for a whole minute
As manav tries to calm himself down
STRANGER -Hey! there is a joke for you( he just exclaimed at manav's face )
MANAV-What! ( without thinking anything)
STRANGER-Knock knock, knock knock, knock knock, knock knock, knock knock, knock knock
MANAV-Easy, easy who is there
STRANGER-You should have asked that before opening the door ( he laughs as if he is sucking the air in)
MANAV-Yeah, nice ( who just wanted to get out of this situation)
STRANGER- you are the same(while smiling)
Again he calmed down like a dummy
STRANGER-Hey where you going( in a childish way)
MANAV- umm Home ( you have no idea how bad, he thinks)
1 min later
MANAV- and you ( in self-doubt)
STRANGER-Yeah i am returning
MANAV-From where
STRANGER-Your home
His hand was always in his pocket
The incident happens
END
I think there is no need for an explaination here the stranger is 'Heath Ledger' (Joker) no, but that would be fun and more creepy as he is you know dead RIP such a great actor 😢
And the tittle just came in my mind
And now i have to make up something so it looks legit let's say as the stranger had already went to his house he is not a stranger anymore they are close, too close 🙃
Make sense? whatever.
It's my first try hope you like it
#Einstestine
" Too close "
Its 2 AM in the morning the bus stopped .
A stranger came aboard and sit beside "Manav" abruptly, he was giving a strange aura of disease and intoxication
STRANGER- hey
MANAV- hmm
STRANGER- its really cold right
MANAV- hmm, yeah
STRANGER- more cold than your fu**ing "hmm" ( his whole body shooked as he barely sucked his anger)
A shock run through Manav's body
STRANGER- listen, ( in a slow hushy voice ) you should make people feel welcomed and don't, make, fun of them. It makes them,It makes them, feel they are different ( as he clenched his teeth )
STRANGER- don't you agree( he looks at manav with a soul piercing gaze)
MANAV- yes, totally ( shakingly as he tries to swallow his scream )
The stranger just keep staring down motionlessly for a whole minute
As manav tries to calm himself down
STRANGER -Hey! there is a joke for you( he just exclaimed at manav's face )
MANAV-What! ( without thinking anything)
STRANGER-Knock knock, knock knock, knock knock, knock knock, knock knock, knock knock
MANAV-Easy, easy who is there
STRANGER-You should have asked that before opening the door ( he laughs as if he is sucking the air in)
MANAV-Yeah, nice ( who just wanted to get out of this situation)
STRANGER- you are the same(while smiling)
Again he calmed down like a dummy
STRANGER-Hey where you going( in a childish way)
MANAV- umm Home ( you have no idea how bad, he thinks)
1 min later
MANAV- and you ( in self-doubt)
STRANGER-Yeah i am returning
MANAV-From where
STRANGER-Your home
His hand was always in his pocket
The incident happens
END
I think there is no need for an explaination here the stranger is 'Heath Ledger' (Joker) no, but that would be fun and more creepy as he is you know dead RIP such a great actor 😢
And the tittle just came in my mind
And now i have to make up something so it looks legit let's say as the stranger had already went to his house he is not a stranger anymore they are close, too close 🙃
Make sense? whatever.
It's my first try hope you like it
Wage, rage and Mocking bird
My soul has started to set,
My confidence has drowned to wet,
Remember, it had burned once,
Leaving the ashes behind.
Myself have become a bird,
Not a simple ave type,
It’s a fire catched mocking bird,
With a supersonic wage.
Wage and rage has ended,
Fire in it has evaporated,
Satisfying of death of foe,
I have now turned to vulture!
#iamsamhith
#review
#poem
My soul has started to set,
My confidence has drowned to wet,
Remember, it had burned once,
Leaving the ashes behind.
Myself have become a bird,
Not a simple ave type,
It’s a fire catched mocking bird,
With a supersonic wage.
Wage and rage has ended,
Fire in it has evaporated,
Satisfying of death of foe,
I have now turned to vulture!
#iamsamhith
#review
#poem
#review #randomvibes #KIA❤️
Mingling with me in the foreign land , u faded;
holding my hand in the dark, u departed;
pretending to expunge my tears, u eluded;
mortifying my love, you finally dissipated. ❤️
Mingling with me in the foreign land , u faded;
holding my hand in the dark, u departed;
pretending to expunge my tears, u eluded;
mortifying my love, you finally dissipated. ❤️
The time when I'm happy I look for you,
With you by my side I can't go astray.
The time when I'm sad I look for you,
Everything else fades away around you.
The time when I'm angry I look for you,
Seeing you smile makes my heart melt.
The time when I'm scared I look for you,
Hugs make me feel safe, no no 'your' hugs.
Basically for everything I look only for 'you'
I love you.
#review #abhishek
With you by my side I can't go astray.
The time when I'm sad I look for you,
Everything else fades away around you.
The time when I'm angry I look for you,
Seeing you smile makes my heart melt.
The time when I'm scared I look for you,
Hugs make me feel safe, no no 'your' hugs.
Basically for everything I look only for 'you'
I love you.
#review #abhishek
#review #Volfortat #collaboration #Prose #The_Lost_Poet
Harry, a story.
FIRST CHAPTER
A Midnight whisper, between the long gone mountains of Everest, destroyed by the skies, which in turn where destroyed by the clash of nations, the use of atomic weapons and weeping tears of humanity, that melted even the brighest of snow. A Midnight whisper, between the green grass of France, and the Bohemian farmer. A Midnight whisper, the mountain, the grass, and all shall be consumed. ‘What?’, said Harry, waking up from a vision, perhaps dream, nonetheless strangely enough to consume his spirits, and drink the rest of his sweeping blood. Harry, a shy fellow, and possesing virtue on being right, depending on what view you thinking of it, but there is no right or wrong for him, only what mankind thinks of it, but a little more wishing, he analyzed his own character and developed himself the word of good, for is own, denying god’s view, and secretely refusing imposed laws. Imposing himself his laws. ‘What was that dream?’, he said, agnostic to anything but the Dream. His bed was upon a wooden base, next to a window, that closed his eyes with the dark mist of a new cycle of work. The room was simple, but calm, beneath a table, there was a computer, a state of the art computer of the almost 21th century, it was the year 2000, and he had a bottle of wine next to the computer, ‘I shouldn’t drink before going to bed, messes up with my sleep, and gives me strange dreams’, all he could say of the dream was “A Midnight whisper, the mountain, the grass” – this echoed through his brain, and, with an almost profetic saying, made him believed that today was going to be abnormal, although normal to him, as always.
With a weary mind, he switched on the computer and logged on to Facebook, that was plastered with photographs of his so called friends and their dream life along with countless advertisements capitalising on the insecurities of men like him. These advertisements ranged from inability and low confidence of men who cannot pick up girls at the bar or women who want to have the best looking Victoria's secret model figure keeping their fads and cravings for fast food intact. The reality was twisted and fabricated in the best way possible. This high life to people now was like water to a fish who felt the glass bowl was an ocean.
Harry, a story.
FIRST CHAPTER
A Midnight whisper, between the long gone mountains of Everest, destroyed by the skies, which in turn where destroyed by the clash of nations, the use of atomic weapons and weeping tears of humanity, that melted even the brighest of snow. A Midnight whisper, between the green grass of France, and the Bohemian farmer. A Midnight whisper, the mountain, the grass, and all shall be consumed. ‘What?’, said Harry, waking up from a vision, perhaps dream, nonetheless strangely enough to consume his spirits, and drink the rest of his sweeping blood. Harry, a shy fellow, and possesing virtue on being right, depending on what view you thinking of it, but there is no right or wrong for him, only what mankind thinks of it, but a little more wishing, he analyzed his own character and developed himself the word of good, for is own, denying god’s view, and secretely refusing imposed laws. Imposing himself his laws. ‘What was that dream?’, he said, agnostic to anything but the Dream. His bed was upon a wooden base, next to a window, that closed his eyes with the dark mist of a new cycle of work. The room was simple, but calm, beneath a table, there was a computer, a state of the art computer of the almost 21th century, it was the year 2000, and he had a bottle of wine next to the computer, ‘I shouldn’t drink before going to bed, messes up with my sleep, and gives me strange dreams’, all he could say of the dream was “A Midnight whisper, the mountain, the grass” – this echoed through his brain, and, with an almost profetic saying, made him believed that today was going to be abnormal, although normal to him, as always.
With a weary mind, he switched on the computer and logged on to Facebook, that was plastered with photographs of his so called friends and their dream life along with countless advertisements capitalising on the insecurities of men like him. These advertisements ranged from inability and low confidence of men who cannot pick up girls at the bar or women who want to have the best looking Victoria's secret model figure keeping their fads and cravings for fast food intact. The reality was twisted and fabricated in the best way possible. This high life to people now was like water to a fish who felt the glass bowl was an ocean.
#review #yourthoughts
Title: My Teacher, Coconut!
Himachal Pradesh. Baleen, a fourteen-years-old, dark girl standing five-three, was sitting on the last bench. She kept her head on the bench and was staring at her unsprouted breast holding her stomach. After two years of medicine, a miracle had happened for her last night. She bled.
Ms. Muskaan came to her seat and patted her shoulder, "Show me your homework?"
She scrunched up her nose and looked at her. She stood slowly crossing her hands behind. "Sorry Mam," looked down.
She hid the sparkle of her eyes. She made a pale face and asked her to stand outside the class. She couldn't tell her condition and left the class. She was the only student who didn't finish the homework. It was the first lecture and she had nowhere to go. Her agony increased and she sat outside the class. She wasn't in a condition to stand.
She looked around and to avoid embarrassment went in the corridor. She was going through the corridor and saw the Principal sir on round with a thick stick coming from one end. Her heart shrank, she turned around quickly and saw Ms. Muskaan was coming from another end in search of her. She opted to get scolded by the teacher rather than the Principal. She went to her teacher. Pressing her stomach.
Teacher, "Where were you went? I asked you to stand outside the class and you went for roaming. Is this a school or a park?" her nostril flared.
A drop of tears rolled from her cheeks. She stood silently looking at the floor. Her hands were bound behind. She couldn't press her stomach. In the meanwhile, Principal sir arrived and asked in a husky tone, "What are you doing here outside the class?"
Teacher, "Sir, I had got the phone call from my home. She came to call me."
His eyes widened and eyebrows raised, "What? You left the class amidst. Students are coming to call you in the class. From how much time you are on phone." He paused for a while, "You know Mam, we have NO MOBILE IN CLASSROOM rule. Why have you used it? If it is so important then you should stay at home and take leave."
That infamous hedonist teacher stood silently, listening to the Principal. She spoke only the word 'Sorry'.
Baleen looked at her in surprise. She was abusing her throughout and that goddess was taking her side in front of the Principal and rescuing her.
The Principal asked her to forward her hand and give her two light sticks and left. She had thick skin for the students but deep inside she was the altruistic person. All her actions were for the betterment of her students. She cried bitterly and hugged the statue, "Thankyou Teacher, I'm very sorry," she held her ears.
Muskaan mam never talked to her informally. She had the same attitude again in class. She was still the hedonist one for students. Teacher's Day arrived and Baleen went to Muskaan mam. She had made a shawl for her. Her hands were trembling in front of her. She asked, "What is this?" in a high pitched tone.
She handed her the gift and ran away.
The next day in the class Baleen was sitting with her trembling heart. She thought that she would be scolded by her in front of the class. Though it was not cold enough, yet she came in the class wrapping her shawl.
Title: My Teacher, Coconut!
Himachal Pradesh. Baleen, a fourteen-years-old, dark girl standing five-three, was sitting on the last bench. She kept her head on the bench and was staring at her unsprouted breast holding her stomach. After two years of medicine, a miracle had happened for her last night. She bled.
Ms. Muskaan came to her seat and patted her shoulder, "Show me your homework?"
She scrunched up her nose and looked at her. She stood slowly crossing her hands behind. "Sorry Mam," looked down.
She hid the sparkle of her eyes. She made a pale face and asked her to stand outside the class. She couldn't tell her condition and left the class. She was the only student who didn't finish the homework. It was the first lecture and she had nowhere to go. Her agony increased and she sat outside the class. She wasn't in a condition to stand.
She looked around and to avoid embarrassment went in the corridor. She was going through the corridor and saw the Principal sir on round with a thick stick coming from one end. Her heart shrank, she turned around quickly and saw Ms. Muskaan was coming from another end in search of her. She opted to get scolded by the teacher rather than the Principal. She went to her teacher. Pressing her stomach.
Teacher, "Where were you went? I asked you to stand outside the class and you went for roaming. Is this a school or a park?" her nostril flared.
A drop of tears rolled from her cheeks. She stood silently looking at the floor. Her hands were bound behind. She couldn't press her stomach. In the meanwhile, Principal sir arrived and asked in a husky tone, "What are you doing here outside the class?"
Teacher, "Sir, I had got the phone call from my home. She came to call me."
His eyes widened and eyebrows raised, "What? You left the class amidst. Students are coming to call you in the class. From how much time you are on phone." He paused for a while, "You know Mam, we have NO MOBILE IN CLASSROOM rule. Why have you used it? If it is so important then you should stay at home and take leave."
That infamous hedonist teacher stood silently, listening to the Principal. She spoke only the word 'Sorry'.
Baleen looked at her in surprise. She was abusing her throughout and that goddess was taking her side in front of the Principal and rescuing her.
The Principal asked her to forward her hand and give her two light sticks and left. She had thick skin for the students but deep inside she was the altruistic person. All her actions were for the betterment of her students. She cried bitterly and hugged the statue, "Thankyou Teacher, I'm very sorry," she held her ears.
Muskaan mam never talked to her informally. She had the same attitude again in class. She was still the hedonist one for students. Teacher's Day arrived and Baleen went to Muskaan mam. She had made a shawl for her. Her hands were trembling in front of her. She asked, "What is this?" in a high pitched tone.
She handed her the gift and ran away.
The next day in the class Baleen was sitting with her trembling heart. She thought that she would be scolded by her in front of the class. Though it was not cold enough, yet she came in the class wrapping her shawl.
#review #yourthoughts #shortstory #sp
Title: My Teacher, Coconut!
Himachal Pradesh. Baleen, a fourteen-years-old, dark girl standing five-three, was sitting on the last bench. She kept her head on the bench and was staring at her unsprouted breast holding her stomach. After two years of medicine, a miracle had happened for her last night. She bled.
Ms. Muskaan came to her seat and patted her shoulder, "Show me your homework?"
She scrunched up her nose and looked at her. She stood slowly crossing her hands behind. "Sorry Mam," looked down.
She hid the sparkle of her eyes. She made a pale face and asked her to stand outside the class. She couldn't tell her condition and left the class. She was the only student who didn't finish the homework. It was the first lecture and she had nowhere to go. Her agony increased and she sat outside the class. She wasn't in a condition to stand.
She looked around and to avoid embarrassment went in the corridor. She was going through the corridor and saw the Principal sir on round with a thick stick coming from one end. Her heart shrank, she turned around quickly and saw Ms. Muskaan was coming from another end in search of her. She opted to get scolded by the teacher rather than the Principal. She went to her teacher. Pressing her stomach.
Teacher, "Where were you went? I asked you to stand outside the class and you went for roaming. Is this a school or a park?" her nostril flared.
A drop of tears rolled from her cheeks. She stood silently looking at the floor. Her hands were bound behind. She couldn't press her stomach. In the meanwhile, Principal sir arrived and asked in a husky tone, "What are you doing here outside the class?"
Teacher, "Sir, I had got the phone call from my home. She came to call me."
His eyes widened and eyebrows raised, "What? You left the class amidst. Students are coming to call you in the class. From how much time you are on phone." He paused for a while, "You know Mam, we have NO MOBILE IN CLASSROOM rule. Why have you used it? If it is so important then you should stay at home and take leave."
That infamous hedonist teacher stood silently, listening to the Principal. She spoke only the word 'Sorry'.
Baleen looked at her in surprise. She was abusing her throughout and that goddess was taking her side in front of the Principal and rescuing her.
The Principal asked her to forward her hand and give her two light sticks and left. She had thick skin for the students but deep inside she was the altruistic person. All her actions were for the betterment of her students. She cried bitterly and hugged the statue, "Thankyou Teacher, I'm very sorry," she held her ears.
Muskaan mam never talked to her informally. She had the same attitude again in class. She was still the hedonist one for students. Teacher's Day arrived and Baleen went to Muskaan mam. She had made a shawl for her. Her hands were trembling in front of her. She asked, "What is this?" in a high pitched tone.
She handed her the gift and ran away.
The next day in the class Baleen was sitting with her trembling heart. She thought that she would be scolded by her in front of the class. Though it was not cold enough, yet she came in the class wrapping her shawl.
Title: My Teacher, Coconut!
Himachal Pradesh. Baleen, a fourteen-years-old, dark girl standing five-three, was sitting on the last bench. She kept her head on the bench and was staring at her unsprouted breast holding her stomach. After two years of medicine, a miracle had happened for her last night. She bled.
Ms. Muskaan came to her seat and patted her shoulder, "Show me your homework?"
She scrunched up her nose and looked at her. She stood slowly crossing her hands behind. "Sorry Mam," looked down.
She hid the sparkle of her eyes. She made a pale face and asked her to stand outside the class. She couldn't tell her condition and left the class. She was the only student who didn't finish the homework. It was the first lecture and she had nowhere to go. Her agony increased and she sat outside the class. She wasn't in a condition to stand.
She looked around and to avoid embarrassment went in the corridor. She was going through the corridor and saw the Principal sir on round with a thick stick coming from one end. Her heart shrank, she turned around quickly and saw Ms. Muskaan was coming from another end in search of her. She opted to get scolded by the teacher rather than the Principal. She went to her teacher. Pressing her stomach.
Teacher, "Where were you went? I asked you to stand outside the class and you went for roaming. Is this a school or a park?" her nostril flared.
A drop of tears rolled from her cheeks. She stood silently looking at the floor. Her hands were bound behind. She couldn't press her stomach. In the meanwhile, Principal sir arrived and asked in a husky tone, "What are you doing here outside the class?"
Teacher, "Sir, I had got the phone call from my home. She came to call me."
His eyes widened and eyebrows raised, "What? You left the class amidst. Students are coming to call you in the class. From how much time you are on phone." He paused for a while, "You know Mam, we have NO MOBILE IN CLASSROOM rule. Why have you used it? If it is so important then you should stay at home and take leave."
That infamous hedonist teacher stood silently, listening to the Principal. She spoke only the word 'Sorry'.
Baleen looked at her in surprise. She was abusing her throughout and that goddess was taking her side in front of the Principal and rescuing her.
The Principal asked her to forward her hand and give her two light sticks and left. She had thick skin for the students but deep inside she was the altruistic person. All her actions were for the betterment of her students. She cried bitterly and hugged the statue, "Thankyou Teacher, I'm very sorry," she held her ears.
Muskaan mam never talked to her informally. She had the same attitude again in class. She was still the hedonist one for students. Teacher's Day arrived and Baleen went to Muskaan mam. She had made a shawl for her. Her hands were trembling in front of her. She asked, "What is this?" in a high pitched tone.
She handed her the gift and ran away.
The next day in the class Baleen was sitting with her trembling heart. She thought that she would be scolded by her in front of the class. Though it was not cold enough, yet she came in the class wrapping her shawl.
#review#review #microtale#microtale
#Einstestine#Einstestine
"Parallel's unparallel tale"
Atlast, both of them saw
eachother.
But before they meet, both could already tell that there was a monster coming towards them. the smell of blood on their swords was stronger than ammonia, the raw hunger in their eyes had become a permanent trait that goes against the nature. They both stop at a distance as if they are giving a last chance of escape to anything between them. The clouds , the air, even the life lost it's voice as they touch their swords. The black clouds that rumble on everything in existence, tightly shut their mouths . As they pulled out their swords, both of their nauture got reflected by it, in the whole area, the shiniest object in the forest. As the swords keep shining while blinding the sun, they leap towards eachother, clouds burst in exclaimed and the thunder strike the earth but before it could even reached the ground, it was over.
Now their backs are facing eachother, the result of the battle seperated the forest in two groups, but who won? Their backs are still facing one another, they both slowly turn and gaze at eachother.
They both understood that they were eachother's conclusion.
But the story is yet to be completed, so they both take a deep look at eachother, now they were ready to swallow the utter shame, and slowly put their swords back, as the first time in their life their sword felt heavy.
The strangled life in the forest started to revive as they move farther and farther away.
END
while writing a story, sometimes it's really hard to truly depict the surroundings or what's going on beside our characters it's one of my weaker aspects in writing so i tried something here, hope you all can give me some tips.
#Einstestine#Einstestine
"Parallel's unparallel tale"
Atlast, both of them saw
eachother.
But before they meet, both could already tell that there was a monster coming towards them. the smell of blood on their swords was stronger than ammonia, the raw hunger in their eyes had become a permanent trait that goes against the nature. They both stop at a distance as if they are giving a last chance of escape to anything between them. The clouds , the air, even the life lost it's voice as they touch their swords. The black clouds that rumble on everything in existence, tightly shut their mouths . As they pulled out their swords, both of their nauture got reflected by it, in the whole area, the shiniest object in the forest. As the swords keep shining while blinding the sun, they leap towards eachother, clouds burst in exclaimed and the thunder strike the earth but before it could even reached the ground, it was over.
Now their backs are facing eachother, the result of the battle seperated the forest in two groups, but who won? Their backs are still facing one another, they both slowly turn and gaze at eachother.
They both understood that they were eachother's conclusion.
But the story is yet to be completed, so they both take a deep look at eachother, now they were ready to swallow the utter shame, and slowly put their swords back, as the first time in their life their sword felt heavy.
The strangled life in the forest started to revive as they move farther and farther away.
END
while writing a story, sometimes it's really hard to truly depict the surroundings or what's going on beside our characters it's one of my weaker aspects in writing so i tried something here, hope you all can give me some tips.
Your fetching gestures created an endearing atmosphere,
It absorbed the bolts and let anxiety disappear.
Abating the agony and sheerness,
your affection eliminated the darkness.
From bracing my self esteem to underpinning my personality.
You lit my world like nobody else.
You admired my futile moves, and solved my moronic incertitude .
This eminent soul wil steal your heart, and make you cajole .
#kia #review ....
Kindly ignore the poor punctuations usage format.
It absorbed the bolts and let anxiety disappear.
Abating the agony and sheerness,
your affection eliminated the darkness.
From bracing my self esteem to underpinning my personality.
You lit my world like nobody else.
You admired my futile moves, and solved my moronic incertitude .
This eminent soul wil steal your heart, and make you cajole .
#kia #review ....
Kindly ignore the poor punctuations usage format.
#review #Volfortat #The_Lost_Poet #collaboration #Prose
Harry, a story
FIRST CHAPTER: https://t.me/WritersClub/337456
SECOND CHAPTER
By browsing through a few pages, where he had written some comments, unrealistic it may seem, and unrealistic it was, no matter of who it was, no friends of his, through what other's call friendship, a major misconception underneath our own noses. Realizing it was already 6:30 AM, he suddenly thought about the meeting at 7, as such he jumped to his feet from his cozy bed and quickly ran to the shower. Everything was more or less voice activated, an intelligence house one may presume, the best a middle-upper class salaryman could buy, and the best trojan Uncle Sam could give.
With one feet in the shoe and the other struggling to get the socks on, he rode the elevator down to his car, jumped in and drove top speed only to realise that the freeway was completely jammed up with the traffic. With nothing much to do aside from cursing himself and the tragedy under his breath, he turned on the in-car entertainment screen to watch local TV news, his eyes loomed over the headline that a middle aged investment banker had jumped to his death in front of a semi trailer with his body mangled and disfigured. To sensationalize this tragedy, the news reader inserted a comment that translated to the fact that his soul was crushed long before his body owing to the huge credit card debt that had amassed over the years. He shrugged his shoulders because such words writhed his soul and made him ask the question he always had but never knew who to ask.
Was this the life we wanted to live in the promising future? What’s the promissing future after all?
When he was still on the freeway at 7 am, he was no longer under duress of reaching his office for the meeting. He just kept driving straight on the freeway till he reached the left turn that took him to the Skyrise where his office was. He worked for a huge name but never outgrew his cubicle in the last 4 years of overworking his mind, body and spirit, never had any ambitions, and for that his death would seem just another dead salaryman, through with Life’s choices, and his own choosing. After getting a good deal of bashing from his boss who wanted him to be present for the meeting with his facts and figures, that were important to show the client that their money was not only safe with Cipher Finance, but would potentially climb the grapevine all the way to a 56 percent growth even in this market. The roulette minded west was pretty pissed by the sheer audacity and cunning of the east where they had spent three decade to milk their money only to find out that the slave was ready to be a master. Economic warfare was no longer a bookish term to be found buried deep in a book on foreign policies to safeguard national interest but rather it was an umbrella term now to denote all the arm-twisting techniques that the motherland countries were playing with the new found fatherlands. In short, the entire economic situation was a chaotic with only the superrich and super powerful government getting the better of it while the people on whose backs, their empires stood were now pushed down or under the huge debts their credit cards brought on with bare minimum credit ratings that were needed just to lease a new apartment. It was horrible but liveable, nevertheless, yes, nevertheless, the people were mad about it.
Harry, a story
FIRST CHAPTER: https://t.me/WritersClub/337456
SECOND CHAPTER
By browsing through a few pages, where he had written some comments, unrealistic it may seem, and unrealistic it was, no matter of who it was, no friends of his, through what other's call friendship, a major misconception underneath our own noses. Realizing it was already 6:30 AM, he suddenly thought about the meeting at 7, as such he jumped to his feet from his cozy bed and quickly ran to the shower. Everything was more or less voice activated, an intelligence house one may presume, the best a middle-upper class salaryman could buy, and the best trojan Uncle Sam could give.
With one feet in the shoe and the other struggling to get the socks on, he rode the elevator down to his car, jumped in and drove top speed only to realise that the freeway was completely jammed up with the traffic. With nothing much to do aside from cursing himself and the tragedy under his breath, he turned on the in-car entertainment screen to watch local TV news, his eyes loomed over the headline that a middle aged investment banker had jumped to his death in front of a semi trailer with his body mangled and disfigured. To sensationalize this tragedy, the news reader inserted a comment that translated to the fact that his soul was crushed long before his body owing to the huge credit card debt that had amassed over the years. He shrugged his shoulders because such words writhed his soul and made him ask the question he always had but never knew who to ask.
Was this the life we wanted to live in the promising future? What’s the promissing future after all?
When he was still on the freeway at 7 am, he was no longer under duress of reaching his office for the meeting. He just kept driving straight on the freeway till he reached the left turn that took him to the Skyrise where his office was. He worked for a huge name but never outgrew his cubicle in the last 4 years of overworking his mind, body and spirit, never had any ambitions, and for that his death would seem just another dead salaryman, through with Life’s choices, and his own choosing. After getting a good deal of bashing from his boss who wanted him to be present for the meeting with his facts and figures, that were important to show the client that their money was not only safe with Cipher Finance, but would potentially climb the grapevine all the way to a 56 percent growth even in this market. The roulette minded west was pretty pissed by the sheer audacity and cunning of the east where they had spent three decade to milk their money only to find out that the slave was ready to be a master. Economic warfare was no longer a bookish term to be found buried deep in a book on foreign policies to safeguard national interest but rather it was an umbrella term now to denote all the arm-twisting techniques that the motherland countries were playing with the new found fatherlands. In short, the entire economic situation was a chaotic with only the superrich and super powerful government getting the better of it while the people on whose backs, their empires stood were now pushed down or under the huge debts their credit cards brought on with bare minimum credit ratings that were needed just to lease a new apartment. It was horrible but liveable, nevertheless, yes, nevertheless, the people were mad about it.
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#review #Volfortat #collaboration #Prose #The_Lost_Poet
Harry, a story.
FIRST CHAPTER
A Midnight whisper, between the long gone mountains of Everest, destroyed by the skies, which in turn where destroyed by the clash of nations, the use of atomic weapons…
Harry, a story.
FIRST CHAPTER
A Midnight whisper, between the long gone mountains of Everest, destroyed by the skies, which in turn where destroyed by the clash of nations, the use of atomic weapons…
Sleep now by saying it bye in the text,
Sleep now with their old memories,
sleep now watching them smile in a dream,
Sleep now she will be with you in the dream,
Sleep now no one will come with you,
Sleep now with a tear of sorrow,
Sleep now you will do some good thing tomorrow,
Or else pass night with your favorite books and ice-cream.
Now a days,i don't sleep,
i dream with open eyes,
Because some unfulfilled
dreams do not let me sleep.
#mohit_soni
#review
#dream
#good_night
Sleep now with their old memories,
sleep now watching them smile in a dream,
Sleep now she will be with you in the dream,
Sleep now no one will come with you,
Sleep now with a tear of sorrow,
Sleep now you will do some good thing tomorrow,
Or else pass night with your favorite books and ice-cream.
Now a days,i don't sleep,
i dream with open eyes,
Because some unfulfilled
dreams do not let me sleep.
#mohit_soni
#review
#dream
#good_night
#review #story #asa
„Miracle only occurs tho those who don’t know“ - Arif Saniran
The flow of time is a miracle from the God. As we don’t know how. Is it flowing river-like? As I am a science-enthusiast, I do believe more about space-time fabric. Humans have been finding the meaning of time, philosophically or physically. Never once they satisfied. They even try to manipulate time as they well.
One thing I know, this morning time seems to be like a tornado, chaotic, fast and scary.
Once I opened up my eyes, bright light flashing into my eyes. No fucks given. It is already bright outside. I looked around, realizing most(all) of my dormmates is still sleeping. I took the chance to get up and stretch a little bit. Last night dream still fresh in my mind. It feels lucid and vivid. It feels alive and near. Who would‘ve thought, I cried. Hoping the dream was real. Dream.
Everyone had a dream, either they realize it or not. Another God‘s mystery yet to be solved by human‘s mind. How do dreams occur? How do we control them? Where is it coming from? Humans have been trying to solve this mystery for such a long time. Researchers also try to control them. If it is God‘s miracle, don‘t ever try to do His job as He knows what is the best for us.
I hate my dream. It reminds me of my failure. It was about me, walking with should be love of my life. But once ago, I crushed my chance, breaking myself apart. I never be the same since that. It reminds me on how much I changed. Waves has changes the beach and seaside and how waves can even destroy a village. That incident have changed me a lot until today.
Love is another miracle of God. It requires a lot of sacrifices. Some describe it as fire, bright, comforting and wild. Like a fire, it will try to set you ablaze, destroying everything it touches. Those who can control it can gain benefits from it. Love is also something mysterious. Can you control them? Can you force them? Can your knowledge in F=ma can help it? Absolutely fucking not! It is natural. Some said it only a chemical reaction occurs in our brain, which drives our emotion and feelings. But still, no one can unravel the real secret of love. A fate written since the beginning of time, before the earth is even exist. As though humans try to manipulate this, history has proven love is not something we can force. It will end up as a mess. Once we have sacrificed ourselves for someone, there will be some part of use that will be gone forever, never to come back. Some part of me has gone, forever.....
The coldness and serenity of the morning creeped into my spine. It is cold as fuck! Realizing that I was cold and still wearing a short, I picked up my towel and went to shower. I stripped quickly and went to the shower. Morning breeze blowing gently on my skin, caressing me lightly with its coldness. Birds were singing gayly, playing and chasing with each other without any restrictions. Then, I thought about humans‘ ego. Our morality is fucked up . There are some of us put restrictions on others as they want to feel superior than others. There are also some of us restrict others just because of their religion, race or origin. Without we realize, humans is preying on its own kind. We are killing each each other for our own pleasure. We are killing each other to satisfy our greed. I don‘t know but it seems we have hidden grudge with each other. Stupid.
For me, we exist for two reasons, to destroy and to be destroyed, to forgot and to be forgotten. We destroy others and the nature, later, the nature and others will destroy us. We forgot others, later, we will be forgotten. Life only a series of cause and effect. A series of consequences. A series of unfortunate events?
I put on my clothes. Looked at my watch. It was 7.30 am. Class will start at 8.00 am and I need to settle various of stuff. I throw my last night‘s clothes in the laundry basket and made my bag. Everyone was still sleeping. I wondered.....
Everyone‘s mind is different. Mind is not brain but is is what drives the brain.
„Miracle only occurs tho those who don’t know“ - Arif Saniran
The flow of time is a miracle from the God. As we don’t know how. Is it flowing river-like? As I am a science-enthusiast, I do believe more about space-time fabric. Humans have been finding the meaning of time, philosophically or physically. Never once they satisfied. They even try to manipulate time as they well.
One thing I know, this morning time seems to be like a tornado, chaotic, fast and scary.
Once I opened up my eyes, bright light flashing into my eyes. No fucks given. It is already bright outside. I looked around, realizing most(all) of my dormmates is still sleeping. I took the chance to get up and stretch a little bit. Last night dream still fresh in my mind. It feels lucid and vivid. It feels alive and near. Who would‘ve thought, I cried. Hoping the dream was real. Dream.
Everyone had a dream, either they realize it or not. Another God‘s mystery yet to be solved by human‘s mind. How do dreams occur? How do we control them? Where is it coming from? Humans have been trying to solve this mystery for such a long time. Researchers also try to control them. If it is God‘s miracle, don‘t ever try to do His job as He knows what is the best for us.
I hate my dream. It reminds me of my failure. It was about me, walking with should be love of my life. But once ago, I crushed my chance, breaking myself apart. I never be the same since that. It reminds me on how much I changed. Waves has changes the beach and seaside and how waves can even destroy a village. That incident have changed me a lot until today.
Love is another miracle of God. It requires a lot of sacrifices. Some describe it as fire, bright, comforting and wild. Like a fire, it will try to set you ablaze, destroying everything it touches. Those who can control it can gain benefits from it. Love is also something mysterious. Can you control them? Can you force them? Can your knowledge in F=ma can help it? Absolutely fucking not! It is natural. Some said it only a chemical reaction occurs in our brain, which drives our emotion and feelings. But still, no one can unravel the real secret of love. A fate written since the beginning of time, before the earth is even exist. As though humans try to manipulate this, history has proven love is not something we can force. It will end up as a mess. Once we have sacrificed ourselves for someone, there will be some part of use that will be gone forever, never to come back. Some part of me has gone, forever.....
The coldness and serenity of the morning creeped into my spine. It is cold as fuck! Realizing that I was cold and still wearing a short, I picked up my towel and went to shower. I stripped quickly and went to the shower. Morning breeze blowing gently on my skin, caressing me lightly with its coldness. Birds were singing gayly, playing and chasing with each other without any restrictions. Then, I thought about humans‘ ego. Our morality is fucked up . There are some of us put restrictions on others as they want to feel superior than others. There are also some of us restrict others just because of their religion, race or origin. Without we realize, humans is preying on its own kind. We are killing each each other for our own pleasure. We are killing each other to satisfy our greed. I don‘t know but it seems we have hidden grudge with each other. Stupid.
For me, we exist for two reasons, to destroy and to be destroyed, to forgot and to be forgotten. We destroy others and the nature, later, the nature and others will destroy us. We forgot others, later, we will be forgotten. Life only a series of cause and effect. A series of consequences. A series of unfortunate events?
I put on my clothes. Looked at my watch. It was 7.30 am. Class will start at 8.00 am and I need to settle various of stuff. I throw my last night‘s clothes in the laundry basket and made my bag. Everyone was still sleeping. I wondered.....
Everyone‘s mind is different. Mind is not brain but is is what drives the brain.
Guys...
It is not of my own. I found it on internet. But since i love dogs and i am sure some of you do too, i couldn't help but share it...
A veterinarian had a touching moment when he went to a dog’s family home to put their dog down.
The vet, Bill Overton was surprised by the answer of a 6 year old child.
Being a veterinarian, I had been called to examine a ten-year-old Irish Wolfhound named Belker.
The dog’s owners, Ron, his wife Lisa, and their little boy Shane, were all very attached to Belker, and they were hoping for a miracle.
I examined Belker and found he was dying of cancer. I told the family we couldn’t do anything for Belker and offered to perform the euthanasia procedure for the old dog in their home.
(Euthanasia is the practice of intentionally ending a life to relieve pain and suffering.)
As they made arrangements, Ron and Lisa told the vet that they thought it would be good for six-year-old Shane to observe the procedure.
They felt as though Shane might learn something from the experience.
Shane seemed so calm, petting the old dog for the last time, that the vet wondered if he understood what was going on.
Within a few minutes, Belker slipped peacefully away. The little boy seemed to accept Belker’s transition without any difficulty or confusion.
They all sat together for a while after Belker’s Death, wondering aloud about the sad fact that dogs’ lives are shorter than human lives.
Shane, who had been listening quietly, piped up, “I know why.”
People are born so that they can learn how to live a good life — like loving everybody all the time and being nice, right?
Well, dogs already know how to do that, so they don’t have to stay for as long as we do.
Don’t you think we should Live simply, Love generously and Care deeply as dogs do?
#review - not really needed. Just putting the hashtag so that the bot doesn't remove this beautiful post.
It is not of my own. I found it on internet. But since i love dogs and i am sure some of you do too, i couldn't help but share it...
A veterinarian had a touching moment when he went to a dog’s family home to put their dog down.
The vet, Bill Overton was surprised by the answer of a 6 year old child.
Being a veterinarian, I had been called to examine a ten-year-old Irish Wolfhound named Belker.
The dog’s owners, Ron, his wife Lisa, and their little boy Shane, were all very attached to Belker, and they were hoping for a miracle.
I examined Belker and found he was dying of cancer. I told the family we couldn’t do anything for Belker and offered to perform the euthanasia procedure for the old dog in their home.
(Euthanasia is the practice of intentionally ending a life to relieve pain and suffering.)
As they made arrangements, Ron and Lisa told the vet that they thought it would be good for six-year-old Shane to observe the procedure.
They felt as though Shane might learn something from the experience.
Shane seemed so calm, petting the old dog for the last time, that the vet wondered if he understood what was going on.
Within a few minutes, Belker slipped peacefully away. The little boy seemed to accept Belker’s transition without any difficulty or confusion.
They all sat together for a while after Belker’s Death, wondering aloud about the sad fact that dogs’ lives are shorter than human lives.
Shane, who had been listening quietly, piped up, “I know why.”
People are born so that they can learn how to live a good life — like loving everybody all the time and being nice, right?
Well, dogs already know how to do that, so they don’t have to stay for as long as we do.
Don’t you think we should Live simply, Love generously and Care deeply as dogs do?
#review - not really needed. Just putting the hashtag so that the bot doesn't remove this beautiful post.
#review #story #asa
Miracle pt. 2
It lives in consciousness, the void we will never reach. We interact with our mind most of the time, but what is actually our mind. Philosopher since the time Homo sapiens exist cannot answer this question. We know that it exist, but we cannot see or touch it. It is abstract and unknown. Even though we try to manipulate it, history of thousand years of human‘s existence proved that it is impossible. We don‘t posses the same power as God. Let the God do His job!
On my way to the school hall, I realized, God has His own miracle, as we don‘t know about it. Humans have been trying to do God‘s work, but we failed miserably. Time, dream, love and mind is not ours to be changed. We are living in the world created by God, none of us to be claimed or questioned. We are created by God, none of us to be claimed. We only exist in this world with its power, none to be questioned.
Miracle pt. 2
It lives in consciousness, the void we will never reach. We interact with our mind most of the time, but what is actually our mind. Philosopher since the time Homo sapiens exist cannot answer this question. We know that it exist, but we cannot see or touch it. It is abstract and unknown. Even though we try to manipulate it, history of thousand years of human‘s existence proved that it is impossible. We don‘t posses the same power as God. Let the God do His job!
On my way to the school hall, I realized, God has His own miracle, as we don‘t know about it. Humans have been trying to do God‘s work, but we failed miserably. Time, dream, love and mind is not ours to be changed. We are living in the world created by God, none of us to be claimed or questioned. We are created by God, none of us to be claimed. We only exist in this world with its power, none to be questioned.
#review #story #maya
Maya sat holding hands of a guy in a park with beautiful gladiolus. Her hair was crimson brown, It was shabbily managed but still it looked beautiful to her almond eyes with black eyeballs. The guy she was with seemed like he belonged to a well to do family. She knew she was not supposed to be with him because she worked in their house as a maid.
“Do you think we are doing right ravi?” she said looking upto him
“look maya everything in this world isnt either wrong or right somethings are grey and they should remain that way.”ravi said looking in her eyes
Months and weeks passed with them meeting secretly while ravis parents got to know. They had seen them sitting in the park near their house. They couldn’t say ravi anything, they thought the girl had seduced him because of his family background.
“I cant lose my son! ”she said with her voice breaking
“lemme take care of the maid” ravi’s dad said assuring his mother, that evening maya came to their house to work and she started sweeping the master bedroom where ravi’s father was sitting he got up and closed the door while maya was soo terrified “sir…what are you doing…..I…I have to…go” she hadn’t completed her sentence as the man apprroaced her and held her braided her from back and pulled it hard
“sir….you are hurting me..” she said while tears roll down from her eyes.
“If you don’t stop talking to my son,ill force you to do bad things and tape it and show it to him” he said clenching his teeth in anger.
That evening she met ravi
“I cant be with you I have problems but it wasn’t a waste because I met you for a reason”and she ran away hiding her tears
Maya sat holding hands of a guy in a park with beautiful gladiolus. Her hair was crimson brown, It was shabbily managed but still it looked beautiful to her almond eyes with black eyeballs. The guy she was with seemed like he belonged to a well to do family. She knew she was not supposed to be with him because she worked in their house as a maid.
“Do you think we are doing right ravi?” she said looking upto him
“look maya everything in this world isnt either wrong or right somethings are grey and they should remain that way.”ravi said looking in her eyes
Months and weeks passed with them meeting secretly while ravis parents got to know. They had seen them sitting in the park near their house. They couldn’t say ravi anything, they thought the girl had seduced him because of his family background.
“I cant lose my son! ”she said with her voice breaking
“lemme take care of the maid” ravi’s dad said assuring his mother, that evening maya came to their house to work and she started sweeping the master bedroom where ravi’s father was sitting he got up and closed the door while maya was soo terrified “sir…what are you doing…..I…I have to…go” she hadn’t completed her sentence as the man apprroaced her and held her braided her from back and pulled it hard
“sir….you are hurting me..” she said while tears roll down from her eyes.
“If you don’t stop talking to my son,ill force you to do bad things and tape it and show it to him” he said clenching his teeth in anger.
That evening she met ravi
“I cant be with you I have problems but it wasn’t a waste because I met you for a reason”and she ran away hiding her tears
#review #shortstory
Allena’s Secret
How about you take a self-tour to the library while I get us some coffee? Allena pointing out at her favorite corner in the penthouse. Library.
Richie – sure.
Richie sees a maidservant cleaning and organizing the library. The maid leaves as Richie enters in and he starts scanning through the book collection and observes that the books were segregated by Allena’s favorites and genre specifics. Randomly, he picks up one of her favorite books and heads towards the small desk- a sort of study table and settles down.
Richie (to himself) well this is a murder mystery. I guess Allena is a kind of girl who preferers thrillers more than romance. That’s unlikely for a girl’s choice.
As he settles down on the chair he sees a book journal on the desk that says “My Secrets” Richie is curious and decides to take a sneak- peak before Allena returns with coffee.
It read.
“It was that time of night when my demons are awake and highly active. I let my spirit free and decide to take a walk on the seashore. The cool breeze and full-moon shadow in the ocean looked beautiful. I see a few fishermen resting and settling for the next day. I walked further on the sand and I see a lady standing still and looking deep in the ocean. I walked and stood beside her, “Isn’t the water beautiful?” I asked.
–“Hmmm, it is”, she said. “A full moon night makes it look even prettier.”
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath while I sense water waves splashing on my feet. With closed eyes, I asked – “Do you live nearby?” It’s been a few seconds, but I hear nothing. I open my eyes and see on my right, I see nobody. I looked around, I see no one and due to darkness, I couldn’t see much further. I assumed the lady probably left. I walked for a while on the beach but couldn’t find any foot traces on the sand of another human walking. It was weird and confusing. Maybe, I was dreaming in the middle of the night while I was awake. As I walk further in the darkness, I see a penthouse. It was huge with glass windows and a huge swimming pool on the outside. I was curious to know if anybody lived there. I rang the doorbell of the house and saw a little girl opening the door for me. She smiled at me and let me in the house. As I entered I saw it was dark with only a bulb flickering in the corner of the passage. I asked the little girl, “What’s your name? Who else lives here?”
The little girl (in tremulous voice) – “I am Allena. My mom is in there. In the Library.”
She points towards the library door. As I enter, I see a maidservant cleaning and organizing the library and the bookshelves.”
Richie (shocked and frightened) gets up from his seat and looks around, he sees nothing but a bulb flittering outside the library.
Allena’s Secret
How about you take a self-tour to the library while I get us some coffee? Allena pointing out at her favorite corner in the penthouse. Library.
Richie – sure.
Richie sees a maidservant cleaning and organizing the library. The maid leaves as Richie enters in and he starts scanning through the book collection and observes that the books were segregated by Allena’s favorites and genre specifics. Randomly, he picks up one of her favorite books and heads towards the small desk- a sort of study table and settles down.
Richie (to himself) well this is a murder mystery. I guess Allena is a kind of girl who preferers thrillers more than romance. That’s unlikely for a girl’s choice.
As he settles down on the chair he sees a book journal on the desk that says “My Secrets” Richie is curious and decides to take a sneak- peak before Allena returns with coffee.
It read.
“It was that time of night when my demons are awake and highly active. I let my spirit free and decide to take a walk on the seashore. The cool breeze and full-moon shadow in the ocean looked beautiful. I see a few fishermen resting and settling for the next day. I walked further on the sand and I see a lady standing still and looking deep in the ocean. I walked and stood beside her, “Isn’t the water beautiful?” I asked.
–“Hmmm, it is”, she said. “A full moon night makes it look even prettier.”
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath while I sense water waves splashing on my feet. With closed eyes, I asked – “Do you live nearby?” It’s been a few seconds, but I hear nothing. I open my eyes and see on my right, I see nobody. I looked around, I see no one and due to darkness, I couldn’t see much further. I assumed the lady probably left. I walked for a while on the beach but couldn’t find any foot traces on the sand of another human walking. It was weird and confusing. Maybe, I was dreaming in the middle of the night while I was awake. As I walk further in the darkness, I see a penthouse. It was huge with glass windows and a huge swimming pool on the outside. I was curious to know if anybody lived there. I rang the doorbell of the house and saw a little girl opening the door for me. She smiled at me and let me in the house. As I entered I saw it was dark with only a bulb flickering in the corner of the passage. I asked the little girl, “What’s your name? Who else lives here?”
The little girl (in tremulous voice) – “I am Allena. My mom is in there. In the Library.”
She points towards the library door. As I enter, I see a maidservant cleaning and organizing the library and the bookshelves.”
Richie (shocked and frightened) gets up from his seat and looks around, he sees nothing but a bulb flittering outside the library.
#review #storysynopsis #mythfiction
is this to much? the story is happening in the modern world involving heaven in the first series. I change some myth history to fit my story. Is that okay?
Daniel involve in self accident where it disrupt the seal inside him that been used by her mother, the descendant of the first born daughter of Eve, since the day he was born. Healenna, a light witch and a medical student, saw the accident. She witness the last piece of Scorpio zodiac soul sucked into Daniel.
Healenna and her aunt Bella with assistance from an angel, Forfex, in a mission to help Daniel to figure out how to save his life by going back to Daniel childhood home.
When the secret exposed, they realize that Daniel holding 2 completel Zodiacs soul inside him, Scorpio and the 13th sign Ophiuchus. The seal no longer can hold the 2 zodiac in the seal which resulting Bella to sacrifice her Magic power to strengthen the seal in Daniel.
It was a successful attempt but a bigger problem arose where Apollo, son of Zeus, command group of angels to capture Daniel along with Forfex and Bella.
Healenna in advanture with the help of Ben - host of the one piece of Cancer soul, and Alice - light Witches guiding Ben. They traveled to Israel then to Iraq to find a gate into heaven to save Daniel and Bella.
In Iraq, they found the Eden Garden which will lead them to heaven. Artemis, twin sister of Apollo, help Healenna to save Daniel but they late where Bella got struck by a bow of Apollo.
Ophiuchus save Daniel by sacrificing himself to make Daniel become a celestial being. When Apollo loss in the hand of Scorpio, they left Bella in heaven with Artemis. When they get on earth, Healenna use her magic to calm the soul inside of Daniel when it got out of control. The new beginning of their life.
is this to much? the story is happening in the modern world involving heaven in the first series. I change some myth history to fit my story. Is that okay?
Daniel involve in self accident where it disrupt the seal inside him that been used by her mother, the descendant of the first born daughter of Eve, since the day he was born. Healenna, a light witch and a medical student, saw the accident. She witness the last piece of Scorpio zodiac soul sucked into Daniel.
Healenna and her aunt Bella with assistance from an angel, Forfex, in a mission to help Daniel to figure out how to save his life by going back to Daniel childhood home.
When the secret exposed, they realize that Daniel holding 2 completel Zodiacs soul inside him, Scorpio and the 13th sign Ophiuchus. The seal no longer can hold the 2 zodiac in the seal which resulting Bella to sacrifice her Magic power to strengthen the seal in Daniel.
It was a successful attempt but a bigger problem arose where Apollo, son of Zeus, command group of angels to capture Daniel along with Forfex and Bella.
Healenna in advanture with the help of Ben - host of the one piece of Cancer soul, and Alice - light Witches guiding Ben. They traveled to Israel then to Iraq to find a gate into heaven to save Daniel and Bella.
In Iraq, they found the Eden Garden which will lead them to heaven. Artemis, twin sister of Apollo, help Healenna to save Daniel but they late where Bella got struck by a bow of Apollo.
Ophiuchus save Daniel by sacrificing himself to make Daniel become a celestial being. When Apollo loss in the hand of Scorpio, they left Bella in heaven with Artemis. When they get on earth, Healenna use her magic to calm the soul inside of Daniel when it got out of control. The new beginning of their life.
#review #Arthur #shortstory #Little_letter
Little Letter
I have been running around with my boots now. They are torn, and if you look below, you can see my sole. My sole has been bleeding since yesterday, but I am scared to tell this to our Commander or he will never let me fight. I can remember that when I came here, I had no boots. Only a small torn slipper, and on one foot. I was marching down the line to see where I can get water, but did not find it anywhere. I have no memory back. No memory. I heard only a scream, and a sound that made me deaf. My ears bled then, cause I could feel the warm liquid pouring out my ears. The huge sound was like twelve elephants getting grinded in a deep well. The next morning when I woke up, I had too much pain on my neck. The whole area. It was paining very much.
" Asshole move forward!"
I have to keep moving forward or else our enemy can hole us with bullets of different sizes. Don't call me any name, I have no name. Cause if you give me a name, you can cry when I am dead. Remembering my name. So you cannot cry and remember me much if I have no name. A huge sound like a bomb I heard near. I remember this sound. It is much loud than the bomb which I heard yesterday. My friend, Zumbu had a bloody leg. He said his legs is hurting so much that he should cut it off. Zumbu is a nice boy, more dark than me but very nice. He gave me Mohambo fishes. He tied my cap and my boot lace. Zumbu died yesterday. I stared when the ants he was killing in the morning was eating his dead nose. Our commander shotbhim and burnt him. Our group then marched. Not like our village where we had to wait for a bury the dead in the ground. Zumbu was not buried. The wild ants and wolves ate him. Maybe they will eat me too. But I do not want to feel so pain. My leg is broken, my head hurts, my eyes burns. Our Commander is now on the trench with his old two eyes. He calls it binocular. It is a small toy to see far things. I am now writing all this under the big banana leaf. This leaf I laid down on Zumbu's face. In the forest I have eaten the flesh of jungle rabbit, porcupine and monkey. I never ate them, but they were good.
" When you fight, forget you are a human. Be the beast of this jungle. Be the lion. If they shoot you, you shoot them in their mouth. You shoot so they scream and die in the blood you will taste. Do you listen to me Momba? " Our Commander say this to me.
I only asked him once, " We kill and lie on blood and mud Commanda. Will after death we will lie on this too? "
The commandar did not answer. He is too busy with his two eyes toy. I know, how many people I killed, is bad. So bad, that when I will be killed, I can never leave the blood and mud. The warm mud which will smell fresh after the rain. I wish the banana leaf on my face to not hurt my eyes with the sun, because I want my eyes to rest when I die. I am seeing for too long. Commander calls. Bye Zumbu.
Little Letter
I have been running around with my boots now. They are torn, and if you look below, you can see my sole. My sole has been bleeding since yesterday, but I am scared to tell this to our Commander or he will never let me fight. I can remember that when I came here, I had no boots. Only a small torn slipper, and on one foot. I was marching down the line to see where I can get water, but did not find it anywhere. I have no memory back. No memory. I heard only a scream, and a sound that made me deaf. My ears bled then, cause I could feel the warm liquid pouring out my ears. The huge sound was like twelve elephants getting grinded in a deep well. The next morning when I woke up, I had too much pain on my neck. The whole area. It was paining very much.
" Asshole move forward!"
I have to keep moving forward or else our enemy can hole us with bullets of different sizes. Don't call me any name, I have no name. Cause if you give me a name, you can cry when I am dead. Remembering my name. So you cannot cry and remember me much if I have no name. A huge sound like a bomb I heard near. I remember this sound. It is much loud than the bomb which I heard yesterday. My friend, Zumbu had a bloody leg. He said his legs is hurting so much that he should cut it off. Zumbu is a nice boy, more dark than me but very nice. He gave me Mohambo fishes. He tied my cap and my boot lace. Zumbu died yesterday. I stared when the ants he was killing in the morning was eating his dead nose. Our commander shotbhim and burnt him. Our group then marched. Not like our village where we had to wait for a bury the dead in the ground. Zumbu was not buried. The wild ants and wolves ate him. Maybe they will eat me too. But I do not want to feel so pain. My leg is broken, my head hurts, my eyes burns. Our Commander is now on the trench with his old two eyes. He calls it binocular. It is a small toy to see far things. I am now writing all this under the big banana leaf. This leaf I laid down on Zumbu's face. In the forest I have eaten the flesh of jungle rabbit, porcupine and monkey. I never ate them, but they were good.
" When you fight, forget you are a human. Be the beast of this jungle. Be the lion. If they shoot you, you shoot them in their mouth. You shoot so they scream and die in the blood you will taste. Do you listen to me Momba? " Our Commander say this to me.
I only asked him once, " We kill and lie on blood and mud Commanda. Will after death we will lie on this too? "
The commandar did not answer. He is too busy with his two eyes toy. I know, how many people I killed, is bad. So bad, that when I will be killed, I can never leave the blood and mud. The warm mud which will smell fresh after the rain. I wish the banana leaf on my face to not hurt my eyes with the sun, because I want my eyes to rest when I die. I am seeing for too long. Commander calls. Bye Zumbu.
#review #prologue #thatsal
It could have been just another ordinary day, unfolding an ordinary natural calamity, but this was the day when felonious and cunning exertions had reaped the whirlwind, prompting the following fall of meticulously built house of cards.
Between the Devil and deep blue sea, the mighty Sun was horror-stricken and stowed behind the thundering clouds. Golden ray was sheathing the black clouds and it emerged as the eyes of angered God- capricious and fatal. Bolts were strangling the land with bare lightening, angered winds were furious and indigenously throwing the droplets in swirling strings. Blurred by the heavy storms, the aura around was so enraging that even healthy pair of eyes couldn't see sixteen feet across the street.
Ground was wet, muddy, sloppy, moreover, waiting for some over confident lad to climb it up, like an inexperienced mountaineer trying to climb up rock and meet the Yamaraj himself. No one in the soulful of his mind would have tried to walk on those paths, though few differently shaped boxes could be seen on their wheels churning over the ground, trying to race out the mud behind it.
Just by lifting eyes a little upwards and farther across the ground at the end of street, an old rustic board, straight out of the dinosaur's era, was barely hanging itself against the tempest; something was written on it in Marathi which roughly translated to be a primary school from class Nursery to class eighth. Barren land- a tamarind tree - a old building, the world had progressed up to see wireless connectivity but the school was still in its nineteenth century getup, where underneath the tree you could see the black board, probably be stricken by the stormy winds to the ground. To the opposite of the tree, was a buzzing rusty bell with no rhythm of music, fighting against the thunder storms.
It was roughly Nine 'o'clock in the morning, yet somehow it felt like, the darkest of the hour. This was the only school within fifteen kilometers of the radius where kids from all the nearby villages used to study. In that four room building, only three rooms allocated as classroom and the fourth one used by the principal and school teachers. Entire session of one particular class was held either in corridor, over the roof or outside in the ground as the weather allow them to sit wherever possible. The structure of the building wasn't modernized, though the building wasn't that old.
It was usual enactment for student to adjust during monsoon season for all the classes being shifted inside the structure of the building. All the children had to sit on the floor in organized manner because of limited chairs and tables, still few amongst them was imbecile enough to give a perfectionist the taste of irritation.
On that day, majority children of the school were absent. It was visible in the morning sky that this day wasn't going to be dry one. Most of the children didn't need any excuse to not attend the school but rumbling sky seems to be good reason to skip the school without being scolded. The students who chose to obedient that day were standing in the corridor cheering over the rain, as expected from innocence of still-growing kids. Although, a peak of tension could be seen on faces of teacher, as they were trying to manage them, yelling on them to stay far from the pillar. Outrage of hurled sky and exertion of rain could also be judged from that vagrant water, trying to climb up and shortened the distance of two feet between the mud and concrete floor of corridor.
As the time went, the rain was nowhere near the finish line, in fact it was the opposite. Thunder was growing to be more threatening, like it was on mission to drown everyone and everything. Water had covered the entire floor around and leveling up minute by minute. Teachers have tucked their sarees upwards half way through the legs and their knees were visible. Their calves were drained in the water and almost all the kids were half way through the drowning.
It could have been just another ordinary day, unfolding an ordinary natural calamity, but this was the day when felonious and cunning exertions had reaped the whirlwind, prompting the following fall of meticulously built house of cards.
Between the Devil and deep blue sea, the mighty Sun was horror-stricken and stowed behind the thundering clouds. Golden ray was sheathing the black clouds and it emerged as the eyes of angered God- capricious and fatal. Bolts were strangling the land with bare lightening, angered winds were furious and indigenously throwing the droplets in swirling strings. Blurred by the heavy storms, the aura around was so enraging that even healthy pair of eyes couldn't see sixteen feet across the street.
Ground was wet, muddy, sloppy, moreover, waiting for some over confident lad to climb it up, like an inexperienced mountaineer trying to climb up rock and meet the Yamaraj himself. No one in the soulful of his mind would have tried to walk on those paths, though few differently shaped boxes could be seen on their wheels churning over the ground, trying to race out the mud behind it.
Just by lifting eyes a little upwards and farther across the ground at the end of street, an old rustic board, straight out of the dinosaur's era, was barely hanging itself against the tempest; something was written on it in Marathi which roughly translated to be a primary school from class Nursery to class eighth. Barren land- a tamarind tree - a old building, the world had progressed up to see wireless connectivity but the school was still in its nineteenth century getup, where underneath the tree you could see the black board, probably be stricken by the stormy winds to the ground. To the opposite of the tree, was a buzzing rusty bell with no rhythm of music, fighting against the thunder storms.
It was roughly Nine 'o'clock in the morning, yet somehow it felt like, the darkest of the hour. This was the only school within fifteen kilometers of the radius where kids from all the nearby villages used to study. In that four room building, only three rooms allocated as classroom and the fourth one used by the principal and school teachers. Entire session of one particular class was held either in corridor, over the roof or outside in the ground as the weather allow them to sit wherever possible. The structure of the building wasn't modernized, though the building wasn't that old.
It was usual enactment for student to adjust during monsoon season for all the classes being shifted inside the structure of the building. All the children had to sit on the floor in organized manner because of limited chairs and tables, still few amongst them was imbecile enough to give a perfectionist the taste of irritation.
On that day, majority children of the school were absent. It was visible in the morning sky that this day wasn't going to be dry one. Most of the children didn't need any excuse to not attend the school but rumbling sky seems to be good reason to skip the school without being scolded. The students who chose to obedient that day were standing in the corridor cheering over the rain, as expected from innocence of still-growing kids. Although, a peak of tension could be seen on faces of teacher, as they were trying to manage them, yelling on them to stay far from the pillar. Outrage of hurled sky and exertion of rain could also be judged from that vagrant water, trying to climb up and shortened the distance of two feet between the mud and concrete floor of corridor.
As the time went, the rain was nowhere near the finish line, in fact it was the opposite. Thunder was growing to be more threatening, like it was on mission to drown everyone and everything. Water had covered the entire floor around and leveling up minute by minute. Teachers have tucked their sarees upwards half way through the legs and their knees were visible. Their calves were drained in the water and almost all the kids were half way through the drowning.
#review #sandyjoy #classical poetry
IF THIS IS A GOODBYE
You said vibrant is my smile,
You like the way i talked with my style,
Promise our love will go for thousand miles,
I never and will never cheat,
I will keep my promise till we meet,
For the love you gave me is so sweet,
You forever belong in my mind,
Please don't tell me your love is blind,
Said you felt me when our hands twined,
Am still a young girl,
Still sexy and never churl,
You slapped me due to you're burly,
But my smile is always pearly,
I don't like the way you do your things,
Watch your deeds and pull your strings,
If you think you can fly I do also have wings,
I thought you say you men are kings,
Our love was aiming for a greater height,
Because you promised to be my light,
I dreamed of our future it seems bright,
Only did I know we will ever come to fight,
For this I decided.....
To be a nun,
Change my name to Ann,
Am alone,in a world of none,
If you don't wanna kiss this lips,
Or you don't wanna touch this hips,
Then I think this is a goodbye.....
.....please say if this is a goodbye.......
@Sandyjoy15
Tears of my ink drops
IF THIS IS A GOODBYE
You said vibrant is my smile,
You like the way i talked with my style,
Promise our love will go for thousand miles,
I never and will never cheat,
I will keep my promise till we meet,
For the love you gave me is so sweet,
You forever belong in my mind,
Please don't tell me your love is blind,
Said you felt me when our hands twined,
Am still a young girl,
Still sexy and never churl,
You slapped me due to you're burly,
But my smile is always pearly,
I don't like the way you do your things,
Watch your deeds and pull your strings,
If you think you can fly I do also have wings,
I thought you say you men are kings,
Our love was aiming for a greater height,
Because you promised to be my light,
I dreamed of our future it seems bright,
Only did I know we will ever come to fight,
For this I decided.....
To be a nun,
Change my name to Ann,
Am alone,in a world of none,
If you don't wanna kiss this lips,
Or you don't wanna touch this hips,
Then I think this is a goodbye.....
.....please say if this is a goodbye.......
@Sandyjoy15
Tears of my ink drops
❤1