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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.
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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.
*
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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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?”
*
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
YOU.
Your sickness is from you, but you do not perceive it and your remedy is within you, but you do not sense it.
You presume you are a small entity, but within you is enfolded the entire Universe. You are indeed the evident book, by whose alphabets the hidden becomes manifest.
Therefore you have no need to look beyond yourself. What you seek is within you, if only you reflect.
#thought #review # AB_M
Your sickness is from you, but you do not perceive it and your remedy is within you, but you do not sense it.
You presume you are a small entity, but within you is enfolded the entire Universe. You are indeed the evident book, by whose alphabets the hidden becomes manifest.
Therefore you have no need to look beyond yourself. What you seek is within you, if only you reflect.
#thought #review # AB_M
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
#review #thatsal #poetry #poem
I am sorry,
I don't believe in fairy tales,
I seek manifestation but I am realistic.
I am coin with both sides innate,
Flip as I see my belief, reckoning.
I am sorry,
I am not fancy as you speak,
I speak truth, flaunt reality as I saw,
I criticize because sugar coating
Is abnormal and demeaning.
I reconcile my traits,
I choose to be better version of me.
I won't buzz for your appearance,
If you've more than fakeness to show,
I am all up for buying a ticket.
I am sorry,
I don't believe in fairy tales,
I seek manifestation but I am realistic.
I am coin with both sides innate,
Flip as I see my belief, reckoning.
I am sorry,
I am not fancy as you speak,
I speak truth, flaunt reality as I saw,
I criticize because sugar coating
Is abnormal and demeaning.
I reconcile my traits,
I choose to be better version of me.
I won't buzz for your appearance,
If you've more than fakeness to show,
I am all up for buying a ticket.
She is fire burning
So is her children
Leaves to ashes turning
She is mother nature
Mother of so many creatures
And also the mother of humans-
Her greatest trust breacher
Birds animal her only preachers
They are the nature's greatest teachers
But it's the humans
Arrogant and ignorant
Stinky, not at all fragrant
Violent, destructive and mind so stagnant.
Man will definitely ruin himself
In a way so shameless and flagrant.
© Abhinaba Dutta
#everyone #review #Abhinabadutta
So is her children
Leaves to ashes turning
She is mother nature
Mother of so many creatures
And also the mother of humans-
Her greatest trust breacher
Birds animal her only preachers
They are the nature's greatest teachers
But it's the humans
Arrogant and ignorant
Stinky, not at all fragrant
Violent, destructive and mind so stagnant.
Man will definitely ruin himself
In a way so shameless and flagrant.
© Abhinaba Dutta
#everyone #review #Abhinabadutta
She is fire burning
So is her children
Leaves to ashes turning
She is mother nature
Mother of so many creatures
And also the mother of humans-
Her greatest trust breacher
Birds animal her only preachers
They are the nature's greatest teachers
But it's the humans
Arrogant and ignorant
Stinky, not at all fragrant
Violent, destructive and mind so stagnant.
Man will definitely ruin himself
In a way so shameless and flagrant.
© Abhinaba Dutta
#review #Abhinabadutta
So is her children
Leaves to ashes turning
She is mother nature
Mother of so many creatures
And also the mother of humans-
Her greatest trust breacher
Birds animal her only preachers
They are the nature's greatest teachers
But it's the humans
Arrogant and ignorant
Stinky, not at all fragrant
Violent, destructive and mind so stagnant.
Man will definitely ruin himself
In a way so shameless and flagrant.
© Abhinaba Dutta
#review #Abhinabadutta
|NOTHING IN PROMPTICULAR|
DAY 35
PROMPT: Find a hotel lobby. Sit there for at least 30 minutes. Write a story about the people you see there.
CONDITION: Fan-fiction
All this is ONE HUNDRED PERCENT TRUE!!
So "they" told me to find a hotel lobby. I don't even know why I listened to them. I don't even know who "them" is. "Them". Hmph! Always telling us, normal people, what to do.
But get this! So I was crossing the road, spamming the girl that has been icing me out for days and "BOOM!"
Something. I don't know. It was, you know, weird. I could say it was a sudden burst of colours and stuff you'd see in a movie.
Blink! Yes! It happened that fast.
Well, no car smacked my legs off. I guess my tum was feeling queasy but I think I crossed the road just fine. Then I spotted this posh hotel. I walked right in with no care in the world. "They" said there'd be no restrictions.
So I sat in the lobby and I could bet my last coin that I had been there before. Just couldn't place my mind's finger on it.
I got my pen out, eyed the two Brunette stunners. One had thighs so firm and the other, a twinkle in her eye. Then some glorified pushover cleared his throat to snap me out of the fantasy I had barely entered.
I begun writing the crazy warp thing that zinged through the sky before I got there. Then whoa! Mini earthquakes in a footstep kind of way jusl just shook the floor.
...
GET THIS!!
I LIFT MY HEAD AND SEE KINGPIN!? YES! FRIGGING KINGPIN! I literally choke on the shock and farted it out. Tsk, "They" said I couldn't talk to anybody. I really want to ask how the guy got so frigging big.
Back here, back here.
So Kingpin shoots me an elite smile. I return it and he looks all weirded out. Crap. I'm sure he thought I was checking him out. And bummer! The smile was for the reporter lady who seemingly appeared behind me from out of nowhere.
Kingpin snaps his fingers and the lobby changes to a ballroom?
Waiters in Spidey masks and...
GET THIS!!! PETER PARKER! Ew, the one that let himself go. He's at the other end of the ballroom. He is talking to someone. "Someone" is totally MJ! I don't even need to see her face. Her hair has been in my dreams for years.
I send my eyes wandering. Miles certainly has to be snooping around somewhere. And of course, Gwanda would definitely tag along.
Oh I'm so happy I could pick my nose right now.
My search is stopped by the sound of cutlery knocking against glass. All eyes get magnetized to Kingpin. He is way out in front standing behind a grand podium. He clears his throat and begins...
"People. Friends. Family. It is my singular honour to announce that I have rid five dimensions of the spiderman. They are all here. In this very room."
Gasps fill the room. The reporters and news guys get all giddy. They shove, tug at hair, bite and push for the best spots. Gravely hoping some of Kingpin's spit will bless their equipment.
Kingpin's stare warns us to quiet down. I don't think he is done talking.
"They are in this very room. Do not be fooled. Peter Parker, the real Peter, right this moment, sits holding a pen in his left hand. He is writing in his irksome spidey notepad."
This is my last entry. I think everyone is looking at me right now. I THOUGHT "THEY" SAID NOTHING COULD GO WRONG!
HELP ME!
#shortstory #review #MA
DAY 35
PROMPT: Find a hotel lobby. Sit there for at least 30 minutes. Write a story about the people you see there.
CONDITION: Fan-fiction
All this is ONE HUNDRED PERCENT TRUE!!
So "they" told me to find a hotel lobby. I don't even know why I listened to them. I don't even know who "them" is. "Them". Hmph! Always telling us, normal people, what to do.
But get this! So I was crossing the road, spamming the girl that has been icing me out for days and "BOOM!"
Something. I don't know. It was, you know, weird. I could say it was a sudden burst of colours and stuff you'd see in a movie.
Blink! Yes! It happened that fast.
Well, no car smacked my legs off. I guess my tum was feeling queasy but I think I crossed the road just fine. Then I spotted this posh hotel. I walked right in with no care in the world. "They" said there'd be no restrictions.
So I sat in the lobby and I could bet my last coin that I had been there before. Just couldn't place my mind's finger on it.
I got my pen out, eyed the two Brunette stunners. One had thighs so firm and the other, a twinkle in her eye. Then some glorified pushover cleared his throat to snap me out of the fantasy I had barely entered.
I begun writing the crazy warp thing that zinged through the sky before I got there. Then whoa! Mini earthquakes in a footstep kind of way jusl just shook the floor.
...
GET THIS!!
I LIFT MY HEAD AND SEE KINGPIN!? YES! FRIGGING KINGPIN! I literally choke on the shock and farted it out. Tsk, "They" said I couldn't talk to anybody. I really want to ask how the guy got so frigging big.
Back here, back here.
So Kingpin shoots me an elite smile. I return it and he looks all weirded out. Crap. I'm sure he thought I was checking him out. And bummer! The smile was for the reporter lady who seemingly appeared behind me from out of nowhere.
Kingpin snaps his fingers and the lobby changes to a ballroom?
Waiters in Spidey masks and...
GET THIS!!! PETER PARKER! Ew, the one that let himself go. He's at the other end of the ballroom. He is talking to someone. "Someone" is totally MJ! I don't even need to see her face. Her hair has been in my dreams for years.
I send my eyes wandering. Miles certainly has to be snooping around somewhere. And of course, Gwanda would definitely tag along.
Oh I'm so happy I could pick my nose right now.
My search is stopped by the sound of cutlery knocking against glass. All eyes get magnetized to Kingpin. He is way out in front standing behind a grand podium. He clears his throat and begins...
"People. Friends. Family. It is my singular honour to announce that I have rid five dimensions of the spiderman. They are all here. In this very room."
Gasps fill the room. The reporters and news guys get all giddy. They shove, tug at hair, bite and push for the best spots. Gravely hoping some of Kingpin's spit will bless their equipment.
Kingpin's stare warns us to quiet down. I don't think he is done talking.
"They are in this very room. Do not be fooled. Peter Parker, the real Peter, right this moment, sits holding a pen in his left hand. He is writing in his irksome spidey notepad."
This is my last entry. I think everyone is looking at me right now. I THOUGHT "THEY" SAID NOTHING COULD GO WRONG!
HELP ME!
#shortstory #review #MA
#review #poem #you
Nature is inside you!
You're not the skin that you wear,
but the scars that you hide,
You're the smile with your lungs bursting,
while you keep all your sorrows inside.
You carry a storm within your heart,
and you rage like a sea,
your brown skin represents the ground,
that bring mountains to their knees
You wan't to change the color of your skin
tryna turn it to white,
what are you so worried about,
You are just nature's twin inside.
~
Nature is inside you!
You're not the skin that you wear,
but the scars that you hide,
You're the smile with your lungs bursting,
while you keep all your sorrows inside.
You carry a storm within your heart,
and you rage like a sea,
your brown skin represents the ground,
that bring mountains to their knees
You wan't to change the color of your skin
tryna turn it to white,
what are you so worried about,
You are just nature's twin inside.
~
iwritesometimes#thought
#review
#Aarushi
You can't love everyone in this world, specially those who " do not fit the society norms of beauty ". You don't have to.
But, you also don't have the right to stop them from loving themselves by ridiculing them because of what they look like.
Maybe there will be more people with a higher self esteem if the world would stop ridiculing them for their looks and start praising them for their abilities.
#review
#Aarushi
You can't love everyone in this world, specially those who " do not fit the society norms of beauty ". You don't have to.
But, you also don't have the right to stop them from loving themselves by ridiculing them because of what they look like.
Maybe there will be more people with a higher self esteem if the world would stop ridiculing them for their looks and start praising them for their abilities.
#review #story
Crazed Up
I am James Watson. I live in the NYC, I love the atmosphere here. It feels like the very air that I am breathing is trying to knock me down and kill me. I would agree to anyone that this town sure does wear down anyone, cause it has got me. But currently my family is the only thing that has kept me going. I live here alone and my mom, Jamie, my dad, Ben live in California and my young sister, Chloe lives in Chicago.
I love my fam way too much especially my sister. She is one small ball of energy!! And I adore it!!! Well my age is 26 and you may be thinking, what I do for living. Well…… I am an actor not a“wanna-be” but an established one. I love my work but this city is been just over the top for me. I was born on 28 August 1995. I did my studies in a private school. I was quite popular in my school life everybody knew me. I had a massive friend circle. But I had no best friends which is quite sad. I had no problem with that though cause my friends never made me feel that its that I got to realise that now! I have looks to die for. All the girls wanted a date with me but for me that wasn’t that much easy. I am a introvert and people not a small one I tell you that!! When I was in school everyone kinda liked me. I used to do theatre and loved the job….also I was getting fairly paid for it. In my class in high school I was the shyest guy you would ever meet. I used to open up to a really small number of people in which I was the most familiar was an totally extroverted girl. She was in my class. Her name is Megan Mitchell. She was from New Jersey. A quite popular place you may say. I first met her in the 8th grade. She was an extrovert and you would think that she must have a ton of confidence towards any sort of competition. She was really active but not on social media she used to stay away from those time wasters just like me.
I started to find similarities between us and found a lot actually. I always tried to impress her and only for her I tried the most outrageous things. But she never got convinced. I would just steal glances at her when she was not noticing and when she turned to me I would suddenly rotate my bobble a 180°. I would text her, call her and even sometimes paid for her canteen bills. I never knew how to impress her. I would just get nervous like a maniac and could never manage myself. When I would enter the class room and saw her, I would feel a lot of butterflies in my belly.
As we came in to the senior year of high school I had already fallen for her. I even thought that it was mutual but I never had the freaking courage to say so. I just wanted to make sure that if I propose her then it may end our beautiful friendship which I would never want. It sure was difficult for me to cope up with someone who is really out going, has social skills and likes to be spontaneous. She used to acknowledge my everything and whenever she would appreciate me I would just smile and nod, that’s it. I never acknowledged her which kills me now. I should’ve confessed even if it means risking my friendship I should have done that. Maybe she was in love with me too but never said it because of the same reason as me. She was one angelic girl…. I loved her in her every bits. Maybe I should have appreciated her too.
Well apart from all that I was really fond of reading books and novels. I would just get on my comfy chair and would go on reading binges. While I was trying to find the similarities, I found the biggest difference and that was she never liked to read but still I would offer her my books to read. I would give her small story books which I completed in 2-3 hours and she would give them back to me after 2-3 weeks. But she never said that she never read them. This was enough for me.
Crazed Up
I am James Watson. I live in the NYC, I love the atmosphere here. It feels like the very air that I am breathing is trying to knock me down and kill me. I would agree to anyone that this town sure does wear down anyone, cause it has got me. But currently my family is the only thing that has kept me going. I live here alone and my mom, Jamie, my dad, Ben live in California and my young sister, Chloe lives in Chicago.
I love my fam way too much especially my sister. She is one small ball of energy!! And I adore it!!! Well my age is 26 and you may be thinking, what I do for living. Well…… I am an actor not a“wanna-be” but an established one. I love my work but this city is been just over the top for me. I was born on 28 August 1995. I did my studies in a private school. I was quite popular in my school life everybody knew me. I had a massive friend circle. But I had no best friends which is quite sad. I had no problem with that though cause my friends never made me feel that its that I got to realise that now! I have looks to die for. All the girls wanted a date with me but for me that wasn’t that much easy. I am a introvert and people not a small one I tell you that!! When I was in school everyone kinda liked me. I used to do theatre and loved the job….also I was getting fairly paid for it. In my class in high school I was the shyest guy you would ever meet. I used to open up to a really small number of people in which I was the most familiar was an totally extroverted girl. She was in my class. Her name is Megan Mitchell. She was from New Jersey. A quite popular place you may say. I first met her in the 8th grade. She was an extrovert and you would think that she must have a ton of confidence towards any sort of competition. She was really active but not on social media she used to stay away from those time wasters just like me.
I started to find similarities between us and found a lot actually. I always tried to impress her and only for her I tried the most outrageous things. But she never got convinced. I would just steal glances at her when she was not noticing and when she turned to me I would suddenly rotate my bobble a 180°. I would text her, call her and even sometimes paid for her canteen bills. I never knew how to impress her. I would just get nervous like a maniac and could never manage myself. When I would enter the class room and saw her, I would feel a lot of butterflies in my belly.
As we came in to the senior year of high school I had already fallen for her. I even thought that it was mutual but I never had the freaking courage to say so. I just wanted to make sure that if I propose her then it may end our beautiful friendship which I would never want. It sure was difficult for me to cope up with someone who is really out going, has social skills and likes to be spontaneous. She used to acknowledge my everything and whenever she would appreciate me I would just smile and nod, that’s it. I never acknowledged her which kills me now. I should’ve confessed even if it means risking my friendship I should have done that. Maybe she was in love with me too but never said it because of the same reason as me. She was one angelic girl…. I loved her in her every bits. Maybe I should have appreciated her too.
Well apart from all that I was really fond of reading books and novels. I would just get on my comfy chair and would go on reading binges. While I was trying to find the similarities, I found the biggest difference and that was she never liked to read but still I would offer her my books to read. I would give her small story books which I completed in 2-3 hours and she would give them back to me after 2-3 weeks. But she never said that she never read them. This was enough for me.
Like Lions, they
Bite their preys' limbs,
Then move farther
And claim they're righteous.
With wounds,
The preys can't go far,
To free themselves
From these hunters.
#poem #review #AhmadMusa
Bite their preys' limbs,
Then move farther
And claim they're righteous.
With wounds,
The preys can't go far,
To free themselves
From these hunters.
#poem #review #AhmadMusa
#review #thatsal #shortstory
Wrote it as if child would write, language is little bit childish. But I hope you like it.
Dear human,
I can't even describe how happy I am. I missed the touch of human, a real emotions for so long.
Thank you for holding me in your warm hands.
Thank you so much.
You might be wondering by now, who am I? Where I am from?
Well, I am here to answer all your questions. I have a story to tell, so bear with for a little while.
I am just a piece of paper. Yup, that's my whole identity, now. Not like, I wanted it or worked for it. Just shit happened like it always happens.
That was my mistake. I wish to live a life but without any passion. I believed in humanity and helped everyone who came across. But only if I knew how to be a little selfish, life would have been different.
So, I left alone in bottle.
Surrounded by the blues, up in the sky and down in the ocean, I miss green. Green was my home. Green was happy. Don't take me wrong. This blue is beauty, too. But, it's not my home. It never felt like home. I was outsider, though I was alone in the bottle and no one to tell us that you are an outsider, still I felt like an outsider. This blue depressed me, made me anxious.
In my childhood, I was far away from this blue, in a wide green wooden area. I had a happy family. Cheerfulness and laughter all around. Some of my friends had fruit on them, some was just all leafy. But everyone was so nice, so kind, it was heavenly abode on the surface.
We had happy season all year long. The rain drops felt so fresh, like a new birth. My favorite one was fall. Everyone was always confused about my choice. But I liked it. After the fall, I had new leaves, a new look, like a new outfit, a complete makeover and chance to start over.
Even the Sun was kind. Sun nourished me, gave me the light to expand and grow. It burnt me sometimes, but mother Earth gave me strength and the coolness I needed. I was grown and full of a man. I was proud to give shed.
One day, all of sudden my life drastically changed. Few humans raided our home. I was happy to see them at first. My mom always told me that it is our duty to fulfill needs of human, no matter what. So I was happy, I was happy to help, to fulfill my responsibility. I was all up like a soldier.
Then, things escalated. I saw them chopping off one of my friend. She was so in pain. And that scared me. Mom was angry to see me groaning. She said that she raised a soldier, not a coward. She reminded me of my duty, the purpose for I born. I understood her, but I was still skeptical. That was so happy place, I didn't want to leave.
I didn't cry, I didn't bleed, I fell off bravely. I was ready to find a new life. I was ready to accomplish my purpose.
And just like that, I said goodbye to green heaven.
In my bed time stories, mom described the human world, several times. I had so many amazing visuals of human world. But as soon as I was in human world, those amazing visuals turned to nightmares. They threw me in gigantic monster and I came out as wooden chip. They soaked me in chemical and bleached me, and I was all pulpy. That lasted for a short while.
Soon, I was in paper-mill, all wet. I didn't like that look of mine. As I saw the paper mill, I was calm and peaceful. I was happy to find a quiet place, I loved the idea of being a paper. At that moment, I wasn't sure if I was happy or not. But I was smiling.
Few days in papermill, and I was all dried and thin. A makeover, my weight loss journey. I was a thick log before. And now, I was very thin like a butterfly. In the greens, I was always surrounded by birds, insects and other animals. I was there home, and I loved that. But I was always most fascinated with the butterfly. They were so pretty and thin. And somewhere in my unconsciousness, I think, I wished to be like them. So thin and colourfull.
Wrote it as if child would write, language is little bit childish. But I hope you like it.
Dear human,
I can't even describe how happy I am. I missed the touch of human, a real emotions for so long.
Thank you for holding me in your warm hands.
Thank you so much.
You might be wondering by now, who am I? Where I am from?
Well, I am here to answer all your questions. I have a story to tell, so bear with for a little while.
I am just a piece of paper. Yup, that's my whole identity, now. Not like, I wanted it or worked for it. Just shit happened like it always happens.
That was my mistake. I wish to live a life but without any passion. I believed in humanity and helped everyone who came across. But only if I knew how to be a little selfish, life would have been different.
So, I left alone in bottle.
Surrounded by the blues, up in the sky and down in the ocean, I miss green. Green was my home. Green was happy. Don't take me wrong. This blue is beauty, too. But, it's not my home. It never felt like home. I was outsider, though I was alone in the bottle and no one to tell us that you are an outsider, still I felt like an outsider. This blue depressed me, made me anxious.
In my childhood, I was far away from this blue, in a wide green wooden area. I had a happy family. Cheerfulness and laughter all around. Some of my friends had fruit on them, some was just all leafy. But everyone was so nice, so kind, it was heavenly abode on the surface.
We had happy season all year long. The rain drops felt so fresh, like a new birth. My favorite one was fall. Everyone was always confused about my choice. But I liked it. After the fall, I had new leaves, a new look, like a new outfit, a complete makeover and chance to start over.
Even the Sun was kind. Sun nourished me, gave me the light to expand and grow. It burnt me sometimes, but mother Earth gave me strength and the coolness I needed. I was grown and full of a man. I was proud to give shed.
One day, all of sudden my life drastically changed. Few humans raided our home. I was happy to see them at first. My mom always told me that it is our duty to fulfill needs of human, no matter what. So I was happy, I was happy to help, to fulfill my responsibility. I was all up like a soldier.
Then, things escalated. I saw them chopping off one of my friend. She was so in pain. And that scared me. Mom was angry to see me groaning. She said that she raised a soldier, not a coward. She reminded me of my duty, the purpose for I born. I understood her, but I was still skeptical. That was so happy place, I didn't want to leave.
I didn't cry, I didn't bleed, I fell off bravely. I was ready to find a new life. I was ready to accomplish my purpose.
And just like that, I said goodbye to green heaven.
In my bed time stories, mom described the human world, several times. I had so many amazing visuals of human world. But as soon as I was in human world, those amazing visuals turned to nightmares. They threw me in gigantic monster and I came out as wooden chip. They soaked me in chemical and bleached me, and I was all pulpy. That lasted for a short while.
Soon, I was in paper-mill, all wet. I didn't like that look of mine. As I saw the paper mill, I was calm and peaceful. I was happy to find a quiet place, I loved the idea of being a paper. At that moment, I wasn't sure if I was happy or not. But I was smiling.
Few days in papermill, and I was all dried and thin. A makeover, my weight loss journey. I was a thick log before. And now, I was very thin like a butterfly. In the greens, I was always surrounded by birds, insects and other animals. I was there home, and I loved that. But I was always most fascinated with the butterfly. They were so pretty and thin. And somewhere in my unconsciousness, I think, I wished to be like them. So thin and colourfull.
#review #thatsal #shortstory
Part 2
God has his own mysterious ways. I wasn't colourful but I was light and thin. Again, I wasn't sure if I was happy, but I was something. A new confidence for a new life. I was all up for new adventures.
After a long process from human to other human, I was on display in a shop.
It was the hard time for me. I was so lonely, I was so scared, everyone around me was finding a new home each second. But no one picked me. I thought maybe I am too ugly, maybe there is some error in me, maybe I am not that shiny, oh God, why am I so average? I was so needy, so desperate and I just wanted a home. I just wanted to be loved, once again.
I was on the verge of losing hope. I was ready to give up. I made up my mind that I am just a complete garbage. I don't deserve this display. I deserve that dustbin in the backside.
When I was just counting to days to be thrown in dustbin, she arrived. She was so beautiful, her eyes was sparkling. She asked for me. And I was out of display after so long. She took me home. I was happy to be picked.
I sighed and whispered, "Mom, I hope, I am making you proud."
Journey to short, I was in her room. She put me in a red box with other stuff. I was in so dark, there was no light and no fresh air. I was suffocating in dust inside with others. I didn't understand, Why did she picked, if she didn't want me at all? All she did with me was to hold me for a while and put me in the box. Who am I? Maybe I am not worthy.
For the first time that time, I missed the old me. The big chunk, a thick wood of me. The human world is so selfish. They aren't kind, they aren't cheerful. They are all monster like that big machine who chipped me.
She was on trip somewhere, on a ship. I was with her in a red box. "Where are you taking me?" I groaned.
"She can't hear you." Someone from inside said "Don't waste your energy."
I was confused. For the first time in human world, someone was talking to me. I looked behind. It was and old bottle. She was in all dust and still shining. She was mesmerizing.
"Trust me, I have tried it all." She said.
I was still numb.
"Relax, I am not gonna hurt you. We can be friends. Hey, My name is bottle."
"Hi."
"You must be a piece of paper."
"Piece of paper? No, I am big chunk."
She laughed, "You are still naive, or maybe you are still in dreams. You were a big chunk. But honey, you are changed in this human world, you are not a big chunk any more, you are just a piece of paper."
The anger inside me was boiling. As soon as she said those words, I hit her. You see that torn piece of me on upper left corner, that's the scar I had from that day.
"Hey, I was just helping, You piece of garbage." She said.
"I don't need your help." I rolled myself against her.
God, I was seriously naive. A beautiful lady was besides me, and I was all arrogant to see her.
There were silence to accompany us in that box.
One night, human picked both of us out of the red box. She put me inside the bottle and put the dart on and threw us away afar.
I heard a thud when she threw us. I knew, it must have hurt bottle. But I was too arrogant to ask. I thought she deserved it for calling me 'piece of paper'. After all I was a big chunk.
There was us. Me and her.
On the ocean, beneath the stars.
We both had no idea about what just happened and what to do next. We was just drifting with the water. Still, there was the silence between us.
The next day, Sun was blooming on us, but it was not kind or nourishing this time. It was too harsh on me, it burnt me from inside.
She was in pain, too. She broke the silence. She asked if I had any clue about where we can find a new home.
Days were passing, soon became years. We were all alone on this long sea. We both had a little chit chat. She was a chatter box. We both were hope for each other.
Part 2
God has his own mysterious ways. I wasn't colourful but I was light and thin. Again, I wasn't sure if I was happy, but I was something. A new confidence for a new life. I was all up for new adventures.
After a long process from human to other human, I was on display in a shop.
It was the hard time for me. I was so lonely, I was so scared, everyone around me was finding a new home each second. But no one picked me. I thought maybe I am too ugly, maybe there is some error in me, maybe I am not that shiny, oh God, why am I so average? I was so needy, so desperate and I just wanted a home. I just wanted to be loved, once again.
I was on the verge of losing hope. I was ready to give up. I made up my mind that I am just a complete garbage. I don't deserve this display. I deserve that dustbin in the backside.
When I was just counting to days to be thrown in dustbin, she arrived. She was so beautiful, her eyes was sparkling. She asked for me. And I was out of display after so long. She took me home. I was happy to be picked.
I sighed and whispered, "Mom, I hope, I am making you proud."
Journey to short, I was in her room. She put me in a red box with other stuff. I was in so dark, there was no light and no fresh air. I was suffocating in dust inside with others. I didn't understand, Why did she picked, if she didn't want me at all? All she did with me was to hold me for a while and put me in the box. Who am I? Maybe I am not worthy.
For the first time that time, I missed the old me. The big chunk, a thick wood of me. The human world is so selfish. They aren't kind, they aren't cheerful. They are all monster like that big machine who chipped me.
She was on trip somewhere, on a ship. I was with her in a red box. "Where are you taking me?" I groaned.
"She can't hear you." Someone from inside said "Don't waste your energy."
I was confused. For the first time in human world, someone was talking to me. I looked behind. It was and old bottle. She was in all dust and still shining. She was mesmerizing.
"Trust me, I have tried it all." She said.
I was still numb.
"Relax, I am not gonna hurt you. We can be friends. Hey, My name is bottle."
"Hi."
"You must be a piece of paper."
"Piece of paper? No, I am big chunk."
She laughed, "You are still naive, or maybe you are still in dreams. You were a big chunk. But honey, you are changed in this human world, you are not a big chunk any more, you are just a piece of paper."
The anger inside me was boiling. As soon as she said those words, I hit her. You see that torn piece of me on upper left corner, that's the scar I had from that day.
"Hey, I was just helping, You piece of garbage." She said.
"I don't need your help." I rolled myself against her.
God, I was seriously naive. A beautiful lady was besides me, and I was all arrogant to see her.
There were silence to accompany us in that box.
One night, human picked both of us out of the red box. She put me inside the bottle and put the dart on and threw us away afar.
I heard a thud when she threw us. I knew, it must have hurt bottle. But I was too arrogant to ask. I thought she deserved it for calling me 'piece of paper'. After all I was a big chunk.
There was us. Me and her.
On the ocean, beneath the stars.
We both had no idea about what just happened and what to do next. We was just drifting with the water. Still, there was the silence between us.
The next day, Sun was blooming on us, but it was not kind or nourishing this time. It was too harsh on me, it burnt me from inside.
She was in pain, too. She broke the silence. She asked if I had any clue about where we can find a new home.
Days were passing, soon became years. We were all alone on this long sea. We both had a little chit chat. She was a chatter box. We both were hope for each other.