#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
Pilling
It's only your free will which let you decide
Either you'd take the pill or let it slide
In any case whatsoever you've come this far
Your curiosity defeated your morals way back in this war
Now you'll think it's better at this stage to take the pill
What worse could it get from this point on so you decide to chill
Now you feel flying and you ain't on this planet anymore
Your mind's playing trick taking you to places you haven't been before
Once the trip will end and you'll beg for some more
A point will be reached when you won't feel anything anymore
Now you are already dead inside you don't have desires left which can be fulfilled in the real world
You'll have no choice left laying in the bed miserable with fingers and spine curled
What if you'd let it slide, will the life would've been different? Ofcourse it would have. But, would it be better? That's upto your perception of better and worse.
#review #danjo #random
It's only your free will which let you decide
Either you'd take the pill or let it slide
In any case whatsoever you've come this far
Your curiosity defeated your morals way back in this war
Now you'll think it's better at this stage to take the pill
What worse could it get from this point on so you decide to chill
Now you feel flying and you ain't on this planet anymore
Your mind's playing trick taking you to places you haven't been before
Once the trip will end and you'll beg for some more
A point will be reached when you won't feel anything anymore
Now you are already dead inside you don't have desires left which can be fulfilled in the real world
You'll have no choice left laying in the bed miserable with fingers and spine curled
What if you'd let it slide, will the life would've been different? Ofcourse it would have. But, would it be better? That's upto your perception of better and worse.
#review #danjo #random
#review
#story
#Aarushi
Title: The blood moon of wedding night . Part ONE
All the arrangements of the grandest marriage of the year had been completed and checked by several renowned wedding planners from throughout the world. In their words, there was no scope of further improvement, since everything was par excellence, and why would it not be? It was Shaurya Goyenka's marriage, after all.
Shaurya Goyenka, one of the wealthiest businessmen of Mumbai and the "betaaj baadshah"( the king without a crown) of Maharashtra's underworld. Known as the heartless boss, he had never smiled after his father's death. But not today, as his smile brightened his handsome features, no one could believe it was the same Shaurya.
The reason of this happiness was the bride, Jwala Maheshwari, the girl he had fallen for at first sight in eleventh class. But, as fate might want it, he could never confront her until three months back. She had been reluctant at first, but had finally agreed. That night, she would finally become the king's queen.
#story
#Aarushi
Title: The blood moon of wedding night . Part ONE
All the arrangements of the grandest marriage of the year had been completed and checked by several renowned wedding planners from throughout the world. In their words, there was no scope of further improvement, since everything was par excellence, and why would it not be? It was Shaurya Goyenka's marriage, after all.
Shaurya Goyenka, one of the wealthiest businessmen of Mumbai and the "betaaj baadshah"( the king without a crown) of Maharashtra's underworld. Known as the heartless boss, he had never smiled after his father's death. But not today, as his smile brightened his handsome features, no one could believe it was the same Shaurya.
The reason of this happiness was the bride, Jwala Maheshwari, the girl he had fallen for at first sight in eleventh class. But, as fate might want it, he could never confront her until three months back. She had been reluctant at first, but had finally agreed. That night, she would finally become the king's queen.
#review
#story
#Aarushi
Title: The blood moon of wedding night. Part TWO
Meanwhile, at Jwala's home, a girl could be seen in the mirror, in the traditional bridal dress and beautiful jewelry. That's Jwala, an orphan. Everyone who knew her saw her as a mysterious and secretive girl who didn't ask for any help from her relatives after her parents' demise, when she was just eleven and decided to fend for herself. Being the best student she was, she took tuitions of junior students and ran some errands, about which she wouldn't tell anyone.
Growing up strong and independent, marriage wasn't something in her to do list. So, when Shaurya approached her for the first time, she denied. But when Shaurya proved that he loved and trusted her blindly on numerous occasions, she had finally agreed. What she planned to do with Shaurya did require his blind trust, after all, so that no one is suspicious of her when she is done with her work.
#story
#Aarushi
Title: The blood moon of wedding night. Part TWO
Meanwhile, at Jwala's home, a girl could be seen in the mirror, in the traditional bridal dress and beautiful jewelry. That's Jwala, an orphan. Everyone who knew her saw her as a mysterious and secretive girl who didn't ask for any help from her relatives after her parents' demise, when she was just eleven and decided to fend for herself. Being the best student she was, she took tuitions of junior students and ran some errands, about which she wouldn't tell anyone.
Growing up strong and independent, marriage wasn't something in her to do list. So, when Shaurya approached her for the first time, she denied. But when Shaurya proved that he loved and trusted her blindly on numerous occasions, she had finally agreed. What she planned to do with Shaurya did require his blind trust, after all, so that no one is suspicious of her when she is done with her work.
#review
#story
#Aarushi
Title: The blood moon of wedding night. Part THREE
" The auspicious time is on the blood moon's night, but before the moon becomes red. So please make sure that the bride enters the house before that, or else evil might befall on the family " - Such had been the priest's words, and Shaurya never believed them. Right now, the formal wedding party had ended, and everyone headed towards the " mandap ", to perform the traditional wedding rituals.
Shaurya was elated, while Jwala, on the other hand, seemed nervous, and the only thing going on in her mind was " I just hope my minions do their job perfectly ".
" Now , from today onwards, you both are husband and wife, go and take the blessings of your elders." As the pair went to each and every elder of their family, touching their feet, the moon was now a brilliant shade of red.
" Lay down on the bed and have your milk, I'll lighten these candles and freshen up first "- said Jwala while lighting the last candle in the room.
When she came back from the bathroom, Shaurya laid on the bed, eyes closed.
Jwala opened her bag, and took out a pair of surgical gloves.
She opened all the windows of the room first.
Heart beat - check
Pulse: check
Breathing: check
Now, Shaurya Goyenka was officially dead.
Yes, her minions had done their job perfectly, they had poisoned the milk and poured a chemical which releases poisonous fumes on burning on the candles.
What she planned to do with Shaurya was to kill him, and the errands she ran for an income were dealing in the underworld, so smartly that Shaurya never knew it.
Yes, she had became the queen today, but without the king.
And, somewhere in India's underworld, there was another Jwala, working her way up from an underlay to the top dog.
The End
#story
#Aarushi
Title: The blood moon of wedding night. Part THREE
" The auspicious time is on the blood moon's night, but before the moon becomes red. So please make sure that the bride enters the house before that, or else evil might befall on the family " - Such had been the priest's words, and Shaurya never believed them. Right now, the formal wedding party had ended, and everyone headed towards the " mandap ", to perform the traditional wedding rituals.
Shaurya was elated, while Jwala, on the other hand, seemed nervous, and the only thing going on in her mind was " I just hope my minions do their job perfectly ".
" Now , from today onwards, you both are husband and wife, go and take the blessings of your elders." As the pair went to each and every elder of their family, touching their feet, the moon was now a brilliant shade of red.
" Lay down on the bed and have your milk, I'll lighten these candles and freshen up first "- said Jwala while lighting the last candle in the room.
When she came back from the bathroom, Shaurya laid on the bed, eyes closed.
Jwala opened her bag, and took out a pair of surgical gloves.
She opened all the windows of the room first.
Heart beat - check
Pulse: check
Breathing: check
Now, Shaurya Goyenka was officially dead.
Yes, her minions had done their job perfectly, they had poisoned the milk and poured a chemical which releases poisonous fumes on burning on the candles.
What she planned to do with Shaurya was to kill him, and the errands she ran for an income were dealing in the underworld, so smartly that Shaurya never knew it.
Yes, she had became the queen today, but without the king.
And, somewhere in India's underworld, there was another Jwala, working her way up from an underlay to the top dog.
The End
#review #poem
With the flow of pain
I lived, with hope in my Swain.
When I was being back stabbed
I believe stabs heal with time.
The time flew,
With time my pain also inclined,
This time my heart was hardened,
With the fierce of pain in blood.
The glowing eyes lost charm,
But still shining red,
The magma was raising with every stab,
When it erupts as lava,
Before it hardens it'll make you into ashes in the igneous anger of mine.
When pain turns into anger,
You'll become ashes in the flames of wrath.
When anger turns into pain,
I'll be flooded into tears of ocean.
Though I know both doesn't have worth,
I can't control them.
They're emotions which controls me
More than my intelligence,
Cause my heart works more than brain.
With the flow of pain
I lived, with hope in my Swain.
When I was being back stabbed
I believe stabs heal with time.
The time flew,
With time my pain also inclined,
This time my heart was hardened,
With the fierce of pain in blood.
The glowing eyes lost charm,
But still shining red,
The magma was raising with every stab,
When it erupts as lava,
Before it hardens it'll make you into ashes in the igneous anger of mine.
When pain turns into anger,
You'll become ashes in the flames of wrath.
When anger turns into pain,
I'll be flooded into tears of ocean.
Though I know both doesn't have worth,
I can't control them.
They're emotions which controls me
More than my intelligence,
Cause my heart works more than brain.
#review #rant #anmol
And again,
one more time,
I let myself completely in,
Accepting if it hurts,
Accepting if it’s tearing me apart,
Piece by piece.
As my actions, my feelings and my care everything was real.
For once, I felt this thing which asked me to stay, which said: “it’s okay! she’ll take care of you, she’ll restore it piece by piece just the way it was torn apart”
And again,
one more time,
I let myself completely in,
Accepting if it hurts,
Accepting if it’s tearing me apart,
Piece by piece.
As my actions, my feelings and my care everything was real.
For once, I felt this thing which asked me to stay, which said: “it’s okay! she’ll take care of you, she’ll restore it piece by piece just the way it was torn apart”
#review #rant #anmol
And again,
one more time,
I let myself completely in,
Accepting if it hurts,
Accepting if it’s tearing me apart,
Piece by piece.
As my actions, my feelings or my care everything was real.
For once, I felt this thing which asked me to stay, which said: “it’s okay! she’ll take care of you, she’ll restore it piece by piece just the way it was torn apart”
And again,
one more time,
I let myself completely in,
Accepting if it hurts,
Accepting if it’s tearing me apart,
Piece by piece.
As my actions, my feelings or my care everything was real.
For once, I felt this thing which asked me to stay, which said: “it’s okay! she’ll take care of you, she’ll restore it piece by piece just the way it was torn apart”
|NOTHING IN PROMPTICULAR|
DAY 31
PROMPT: Write a short story that is less than 25 words.
CONDITION: ROMANCE
"Kane, my leg, it's stuck!"
"Denise, I'll get you out."
"No! The roof. It's caving in. SAVE YOURSELF!"
"You're my heart
I'm going nowhere."
#shortstory #review #MA
DAY 31
PROMPT: Write a short story that is less than 25 words.
CONDITION: ROMANCE
"Kane, my leg, it's stuck!"
"Denise, I'll get you out."
"No! The roof. It's caving in. SAVE YOURSELF!"
"You're my heart
I'm going nowhere."
#shortstory #review #MA
|NOTHING IN PROMPTICULAR|
DAY 31
PROMPT: Write a short story that is less than 25 words.
CONDITION: ROMANCE
"Kane, my leg, it's stuck!"
"Denise, I'll get you out."
"No! The roof. It's caving in. SAVE YOURSELF!"
"You're my heart.
I'm going nowhere."
#shortstory #review #MA
DAY 31
PROMPT: Write a short story that is less than 25 words.
CONDITION: ROMANCE
"Kane, my leg, it's stuck!"
"Denise, I'll get you out."
"No! The roof. It's caving in. SAVE YOURSELF!"
"You're my heart.
I'm going nowhere."
#shortstory #review #MA
#review #mythfiction #chapter1 #part 1 #HostOfZodiac
CHAPTER 1 – Daniel Kainos
August 18, 2020 23:17 here I’m sitting in front of my 9 years old laptop looking back into memories that hurt me deep inside. I’m not sure how to react with this feeling but how I wish time has stopped on July 29, 2014.
I want to scream to the world how miserable is my life but there is a quote saying “As bad as your situation may be, someone else always has it worse than you” by George Foreman. I hate those word, every time I gave up, that word pushing me back up where I barely to keep ongoing. I hate myself for knowing those word, I hate myself for keep reminding me with those word. There not a single day I wished my life will end in a tragic accident.
Why?
I’m giving up but unfortunately I has been taught since I was born, committing a suicide is the most brutal sin in the world where you will end up in the worse part of HELL. I hate myself for being taught about heaven and hell.
I hate that about myself for take everything so serious. No matter how many times I denying what I been taught, at the end of the day I end up praying before consuming my meal. Why would I not be praying, my dad is god second in command and I probably has been taught before the day I become a sperm.
It is all in my blood now. Maybe if I peal my skin, there is some bible scripture beneath it. Hahaha. Not so funny for someone who really devoted. If my father know about this he probably going to send me back to Sunday school.
Forgive me father for I have sin. I keep repeating those word in my mind but I am not catholic to use that phrase anyway.
All I want is someone to listen for what I have been dealing with. Somehow, when there is someone to listen, I has no idea what I am supposed to say or where to begin. It feel like the world is torturing me so I will end my own life. It will be not that complex if my mind is determine to do so. All I need is just open my bedroom window and jump. Simple as that. No biggie.
Drop dead, brain smashed like a pie thrown on somebody face, blood spatter all over the place in someone garden at level 1 of my resident building, but again like I said before, I will be in hell for eternity and that part is not going to be fun at all. The worst case scenario I ever imagine is by my bike and being drag under a trailer truck, and that will not be cool way to die. Body part all over the road, some stuck under the truck, organ all over the place smash into pieces. That really not a good way to die and still end up in hell for attempting suicide or maybe I end up become a ghost that hunt on the road and will become some ghost story for bedtime. I want some cool way to die where it doesn’t hurt, I didn’t know it coming and my body is fully attached in a coffin when people buried me.
Thinking about dying and terrible life, I have been thinking what about the other people who going with worse in life. How they stay sane? How they keep moving forward?
How?
All I can think as a solution to easy my life, to win a jackpot grand prize and buy a land on mountain cliff where it have a beautiful view, away from the bustling city with a small house with a transparent glass walls, alone and peace or maybe with my love one to spend the rest of our life together and maybe make one or two children along the way may add some joy in it. With all of that I only need go to town if necessary. That maybe can make me happy or maybe not.
Probably, when I win the jackpot I will end up with sport cars and sport bikes in the garage with some girls who not really love me, only for the fun and money. Maybe with the prize I won, I can work my ass up to become a billionaire make my way to be among the richest man in the world, to be known by the world so I have the access to meet Selena Gomez and maybe then I have my chance to make her my wife.
CHAPTER 1 – Daniel Kainos
August 18, 2020 23:17 here I’m sitting in front of my 9 years old laptop looking back into memories that hurt me deep inside. I’m not sure how to react with this feeling but how I wish time has stopped on July 29, 2014.
I want to scream to the world how miserable is my life but there is a quote saying “As bad as your situation may be, someone else always has it worse than you” by George Foreman. I hate those word, every time I gave up, that word pushing me back up where I barely to keep ongoing. I hate myself for knowing those word, I hate myself for keep reminding me with those word. There not a single day I wished my life will end in a tragic accident.
Why?
I’m giving up but unfortunately I has been taught since I was born, committing a suicide is the most brutal sin in the world where you will end up in the worse part of HELL. I hate myself for being taught about heaven and hell.
I hate that about myself for take everything so serious. No matter how many times I denying what I been taught, at the end of the day I end up praying before consuming my meal. Why would I not be praying, my dad is god second in command and I probably has been taught before the day I become a sperm.
It is all in my blood now. Maybe if I peal my skin, there is some bible scripture beneath it. Hahaha. Not so funny for someone who really devoted. If my father know about this he probably going to send me back to Sunday school.
Forgive me father for I have sin. I keep repeating those word in my mind but I am not catholic to use that phrase anyway.
All I want is someone to listen for what I have been dealing with. Somehow, when there is someone to listen, I has no idea what I am supposed to say or where to begin. It feel like the world is torturing me so I will end my own life. It will be not that complex if my mind is determine to do so. All I need is just open my bedroom window and jump. Simple as that. No biggie.
Drop dead, brain smashed like a pie thrown on somebody face, blood spatter all over the place in someone garden at level 1 of my resident building, but again like I said before, I will be in hell for eternity and that part is not going to be fun at all. The worst case scenario I ever imagine is by my bike and being drag under a trailer truck, and that will not be cool way to die. Body part all over the road, some stuck under the truck, organ all over the place smash into pieces. That really not a good way to die and still end up in hell for attempting suicide or maybe I end up become a ghost that hunt on the road and will become some ghost story for bedtime. I want some cool way to die where it doesn’t hurt, I didn’t know it coming and my body is fully attached in a coffin when people buried me.
Thinking about dying and terrible life, I have been thinking what about the other people who going with worse in life. How they stay sane? How they keep moving forward?
How?
All I can think as a solution to easy my life, to win a jackpot grand prize and buy a land on mountain cliff where it have a beautiful view, away from the bustling city with a small house with a transparent glass walls, alone and peace or maybe with my love one to spend the rest of our life together and maybe make one or two children along the way may add some joy in it. With all of that I only need go to town if necessary. That maybe can make me happy or maybe not.
Probably, when I win the jackpot I will end up with sport cars and sport bikes in the garage with some girls who not really love me, only for the fun and money. Maybe with the prize I won, I can work my ass up to become a billionaire make my way to be among the richest man in the world, to be known by the world so I have the access to meet Selena Gomez and maybe then I have my chance to make her my wife.
#review #mythfiction #chapter1 #part2 #HostOfZodiac
Maybe.
Why her? It is not because of her songs or movies. Somehow her voice make me feel calm and happy. Her smile is enough to make me forget my terrible day and I won’t lie she the eighth most beautiful women in my life after my mother, my grandmas and my sisters.
Maybe then I will be happy. Who knows? Nothing work according to plan right. Only tv shows or movie does.
If life will be so easy, there will be no city, no jobs to work on, no money needed for buying, there is no modern world to be worried on.
Why the fuck did Eve took the forbidden fruit at the first place and why the fuck did god created the earth at the first place.
Oh yeah, they will be no me if all of those never happened. It all for a reason right? If it never happened then there is no today. If god did not created the earth god probably be so boring right now. If Eve never took the forbidden fruit, maybe both of them I mean her and Adam still playing with all the animal in the garden without the knowledge both of them were naked.
If we are the evolution of the great ape, why the fuck did we evolve become human with all this thought in our head, with all of our need today? If we are the human revolution, why the fuck we don’t stay as ape? Today we still be playing around the tree throwing feces at each other. Chase by the predator that trying to eat us.
Why the fuck gave up all that just to kill the earth today with all the rubbish in the sea, with the melting of the great glacier, with all the burning forest and with all this fucking global warming.
Well, that only one man thought, with his stupid point of view. Blaming all that happened to the world without thinking that he is the problem to begin with. Maybe if he appreciate a little maybe he can enjoy the world more or maybe if he going out from his room more often, hanging out at the bar more often like he used to be maybe he will not feel like this, you stupid lazy bastard and maybe he probably already meet the women who he think that will be his wife again by now, if he not laying on the bed all the time dreaming to be dating with some chick from all the movies or tv shows he watched. Stupid bastard. You know you are talking about yourself right? You are the guy who you are addressing stupid bastard. Well this make me feel little bit happy then before, so no biggie.
Well, enough for all today bulshit. Just go to bed and maybe tomorrow will give me new experience or I will win the lottery jackpot. Finger cross.
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Maybe.
Why her? It is not because of her songs or movies. Somehow her voice make me feel calm and happy. Her smile is enough to make me forget my terrible day and I won’t lie she the eighth most beautiful women in my life after my mother, my grandmas and my sisters.
Maybe then I will be happy. Who knows? Nothing work according to plan right. Only tv shows or movie does.
If life will be so easy, there will be no city, no jobs to work on, no money needed for buying, there is no modern world to be worried on.
Why the fuck did Eve took the forbidden fruit at the first place and why the fuck did god created the earth at the first place.
Oh yeah, they will be no me if all of those never happened. It all for a reason right? If it never happened then there is no today. If god did not created the earth god probably be so boring right now. If Eve never took the forbidden fruit, maybe both of them I mean her and Adam still playing with all the animal in the garden without the knowledge both of them were naked.
If we are the evolution of the great ape, why the fuck did we evolve become human with all this thought in our head, with all of our need today? If we are the human revolution, why the fuck we don’t stay as ape? Today we still be playing around the tree throwing feces at each other. Chase by the predator that trying to eat us.
Why the fuck gave up all that just to kill the earth today with all the rubbish in the sea, with the melting of the great glacier, with all the burning forest and with all this fucking global warming.
Well, that only one man thought, with his stupid point of view. Blaming all that happened to the world without thinking that he is the problem to begin with. Maybe if he appreciate a little maybe he can enjoy the world more or maybe if he going out from his room more often, hanging out at the bar more often like he used to be maybe he will not feel like this, you stupid lazy bastard and maybe he probably already meet the women who he think that will be his wife again by now, if he not laying on the bed all the time dreaming to be dating with some chick from all the movies or tv shows he watched. Stupid bastard. You know you are talking about yourself right? You are the guy who you are addressing stupid bastard. Well this make me feel little bit happy then before, so no biggie.
Well, enough for all today bulshit. Just go to bed and maybe tomorrow will give me new experience or I will win the lottery jackpot. Finger cross.
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#review #mythfiction #chapter1 #part3 #HostOfZodiac
Well, don’t wished for what you don’t mean. Anything can happened and that thing will change your life no matter how much you don’t like it, you cannot change the pass. This is how my view about my life change from suicide to surviving.
“New day same old nothing new. I woke up, go to work and wait the clock to reach 5pm. Only the different is, I took the highway route to go home, I have this aching feeling that telling me something is wrong but I am not sure what is. That time it kind of weird, I feel like I need to rush and I ride my bike at maximum speed and for unknown reason, my 150cc bike, which usually maximum speed is 135km per hour goes to 220km per hour and it feel so exciting for me since the road is clear. Out of nowhere, something appeared in front of me. That’s when I lost control and fall of my bike and slide all the way to the opposite direction of the road. The last thing I remember, I was about to get hit by a truck and that is it. When I woke up, I am lying in this hospital bed with all those peoples with camera in front of that door with some police officers outside and explaining this all over again with different people and you.”
“All the witness also said the road is clear then you just lost control for no reason and also don’t you feel something is off with your story Mr. Danie Kainos? Your bike scatter all over the road, the four by four Chevy that hit you? The cooling system burst, front bumper badly dented and the other car, Toyota Camry, follow from behind same thing happened. You hit by 2 car in high speed. The report from this evening says your blood is all over the place, when they put you in the ambulance, the report said you barely breathing and loss lots of blood. But when they clean you up in emergency room, they did not found any excessive injury on you. Two hour after the accident, you woke up like nothing happened. Can you explain that?”
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Well, don’t wished for what you don’t mean. Anything can happened and that thing will change your life no matter how much you don’t like it, you cannot change the pass. This is how my view about my life change from suicide to surviving.
“New day same old nothing new. I woke up, go to work and wait the clock to reach 5pm. Only the different is, I took the highway route to go home, I have this aching feeling that telling me something is wrong but I am not sure what is. That time it kind of weird, I feel like I need to rush and I ride my bike at maximum speed and for unknown reason, my 150cc bike, which usually maximum speed is 135km per hour goes to 220km per hour and it feel so exciting for me since the road is clear. Out of nowhere, something appeared in front of me. That’s when I lost control and fall of my bike and slide all the way to the opposite direction of the road. The last thing I remember, I was about to get hit by a truck and that is it. When I woke up, I am lying in this hospital bed with all those peoples with camera in front of that door with some police officers outside and explaining this all over again with different people and you.”
“All the witness also said the road is clear then you just lost control for no reason and also don’t you feel something is off with your story Mr. Danie Kainos? Your bike scatter all over the road, the four by four Chevy that hit you? The cooling system burst, front bumper badly dented and the other car, Toyota Camry, follow from behind same thing happened. You hit by 2 car in high speed. The report from this evening says your blood is all over the place, when they put you in the ambulance, the report said you barely breathing and loss lots of blood. But when they clean you up in emergency room, they did not found any excessive injury on you. Two hour after the accident, you woke up like nothing happened. Can you explain that?”
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#handwriting #review
She was always very disappointed of her
poor handwriting.
Today, with 250 patients
waiting outside her door,
it does not matter!
She was always very disappointed of her
poor handwriting.
Today, with 250 patients
waiting outside her door,
it does not matter!
#thought
#review
#Aarushi
Dear M.K. Gandhi,
Maybe you regret dying, while serving this nation, when you look at what has become of India, from the heavens up above.
I do not have a proper idea, of what were your ideologies for this country, the country you were ready to die for, but when I look at today's India, I am very sure, THIS is not for what you, and lakhs of other Indians gave their lives.
Democracy is being slaughtered, rights are being taken away and millions suffer, with their suffering going unnoticed.
People don't even know all this is happening, will you please come back?
#review
#Aarushi
Dear M.K. Gandhi,
Maybe you regret dying, while serving this nation, when you look at what has become of India, from the heavens up above.
I do not have a proper idea, of what were your ideologies for this country, the country you were ready to die for, but when I look at today's India, I am very sure, THIS is not for what you, and lakhs of other Indians gave their lives.
Democracy is being slaughtered, rights are being taken away and millions suffer, with their suffering going unnoticed.
People don't even know all this is happening, will you please come back?
Wordcraft
Spin the tale wordweaver
Spin it well
From the depths of your core
the bottomless 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭
Pour out the musings of your mind
Splintered thoughts you dwell
we are the heathens forgotten
The mystics unwell
Let loose the ward of your void
Open the dungeons of hell
Spin the tale wordweaver
Spin it well
The craving paper calls
echoes into the 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭
𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘩 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘩 𝘸𝘪𝘻𝘢𝘳𝘥
Like a rain in the desert
So
With the ink of your feelings
Engrave your spell
From the depths of your core
the bottomless 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭
Spin the tale wordweaver
Spin it well
- @AwaraAmber
#AwaraAmber #review #mypoem
Spin the tale wordweaver
Spin it well
From the depths of your core
the bottomless 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭
Pour out the musings of your mind
Splintered thoughts you dwell
we are the heathens forgotten
The mystics unwell
Let loose the ward of your void
Open the dungeons of hell
Spin the tale wordweaver
Spin it well
The craving paper calls
echoes into the 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭
𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘩 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘩 𝘸𝘪𝘻𝘢𝘳𝘥
Like a rain in the desert
So
With the ink of your feelings
Engrave your spell
From the depths of your core
the bottomless 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭
Spin the tale wordweaver
Spin it well
- @AwaraAmber
#AwaraAmber #review #mypoem