A Moment Please
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"Waaaaaaaa"
A scream ripped through the heart of the busy city. Never did the city of Delhi has seen an incidence like this before. It is as if the earth at the red fort gave up gravity on her and she is falling. Falling off the earth itself. Even she has no idea what is happening. She came on a tour with her college friends from the Doon valley to the capital city.

Suddenly the atmosphere around her started dissolving into an ocean of nothingness. And she kept on drowning. Sinking deeper into the dark depths, passing through what earthlings called as layers of atmosphere.

This was nothing like atmosphere! As she sank further from troposphere, the ocean grew thicker and darker. With The depth increasing, she can see creatures floating by. The deeper she sank, the bigger the creatures grew. One after the other she saw creatures with different attires, spectacles, cases and pamphlets passing by; ignoring her as if she is invisible.
"Just a moment please." She said. "Where am I?" , "Anyone please help!" , "Hear me out at least!"
But nobody even looked at her.
Sinking in desolation, she even stopped her futile struggle to even swim through the now tar-thick ocean.
Soon darkness took over her.
What felt like a sleep of eternity, she woke up into a castle, guarded by now a dead dragon. A valiant knight had already slain it and kissed the princess out of her sleep.
Looking at an incredibly handsome yet unfamiliar face who just kissed her, she screamed in horror.
"What is the matter oh beautiful princess? It is I who saved thee. Thy prince. Nay, thy true love."
"Love? My ass! Who gave you the right to kiss me without Concent? Piss off. I can protect myself from perverts like you."
And she punched the nose of the knight with all her might, exactly the way she learned in her judo classes.

By NyaaN
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"I will love them more. Aye, even more. I will hide my love with seeming to hate, and disguise my tenderness as bitterness. I will wear an iron mask, and only when armed and mailed shall I seek them."

January 10, 2017 at 02:23PM

Forgotten as they said, he'd lost. What they didn't know, his name was still embossed. In their hearts, but frost. January 22, 2017 at 05:00PM

Shackles of Mortality
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The excruciating pain seemed to break all the scales and reached a new height of 11. Danny clenched the palm of his sobbing mother to struggle for his last few more breaths. Suddenly the beep of the machine sitting beside his bed froze in the atmosphere. The tear drop that tricked down the eyes of his mother floated in the mid air.
"Hello Danny."
A voice echoed through the grim hospital room. The room from where only dead bodies go out. Never once a patient recovered from this room and went back as a healthy person. This room is assigned only to the sickest of all, people who need intensive care just to ease and in rare cases prolong the painful death.

"A Grim reaper?" Thought Danny. "Wait, why can't I feel pain. Am I dead?"
"Not yet! You have 8 more minutes to live. 8 more minutes of excruciating pain. And trust me those 8 minutes will be the worst of your life."
"Don't try to scare me! I lived my entire life in pain. I am glad I got only 8 more minutes."
"You don't understand Danny" the serious yet gentle voice echoed through the conscious of Danny. "All the pain you went through is not even a part of what awaits you."
A chill ran through the spine of Danny. He is a strong 15 yr old kid. Even during the most painful conditions he kept smiling, to keep his family strong. But he is tired of the pain now. For now he is in a painless condition. Something he never felt before. And getting back into a more painful situation is the most cruel thing that can happen to him.
"I can take that pain away Danny. I have an offer for you."
"...."
"I can break the shackles of mortality for you."
"What do you mean?"
"You see Danny, I am offering you a deal. I am willing to take your place and die in your stead."
"Why would you do that? And what would happen to me if you die in my place?"
"Because... I am.. (Sigh) God. And I ... Wish to offer you an immortal life, unless you do something like I am doing right now."
"God? I don't understand!"
"This is simple. I replace you and die in your place. And you will become the God with all the powers that I have. You can do whatever you wish to, except for disrupting the balance of nature. The first God put nature on what you may call as autopilot and disrupting it would be the end of universe."
"But what would happen to you?"
"Oh, I will disappear. That's what happens to all those who die."
"So there is no heaven and hell?"
"Hahahaha. You are an interesting kid Danny. Wish I had more time. Heaven and hell is all in your head and you create this on earth. Now! Moment of truth. You want to feel that pain again and disappear forever, or you wish to take the throne of God and have access to a reservoir of boundless power?"
"There is so much I wish to do. But most important thing is, I can't take this pain anymore. I would rather become a being that does good for the mankind, than disappear without leaving a trace."
"As you wish."

After exactly 8 minutes, doctors declared Danny dead.

By NyaaN (@latinwolfme)
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Let My Heart Break Today!
Let me get mad again,Let me love that someone again.She knew I loved her again-n-again.Even when we could not talk,Even when we could not see,Even when we could not touch.But.. every time we felt,Felt each other so close..Just like this "You♥ME".
Let not the day come
when we fall apart..
then we walk apart

when you break my heart

Let that day come today
when you break my heart
Let it be "Today"
'cause dont want my heart to break morrow
when I am in so much love..
Dont want to live without you morrow
Let it be "Today"
'cause let not my heart to break morrow.

There can't be my happiness without you !
There can't be my sorrow without you !
There can't be my morrow without you !There can't be my today without you !

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January 22, 2017 at 06:47PM

Shackles of Mortality
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His breath was heavy as he laid there, unable to protest as the machines kept him alive. He was in so much pain and he just wanted to be done with it. But the pain continued and he was forced to live because he couldn't protest, couldn't tell his loved ones of the pain he was in, unable to move or speak. He knew he had LIS, it wasn't a surprise that it would happen. But what he didn't expect was the pain of it, of being trapped in a bed, being trapped within himself.

By Sci Cheetah (@scicheetah)
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When Winter Had passed
It was a lonely timeAs the river shivered in the coldAnd fell asleep beneath a blanket of ice
While the mischievous winter winds blew
Embracing the naked trees

Somewhere within the earth
Summer silently slept
And dreamt of trees
Redressing in springtime green

While throughout those chilly nights
I imagined dancing by the river’s waters
Under the warmth of the sunIn a time when winter had passed

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January 22, 2017 at 07:07PM

fireflies by Collab with Becki Friend

from the porch of the
old fishing cabin
the lake seems to be
sleeping,
flat and cold

it ripples in contest to
a drifting log,
one by one
in sheets of transparent
slopes.

an ember trails to
the stare of luminous
flames, a disconnect
from the chill

orange sparks rising
from the pit of
fallen logs
stacked by the lakeside

like fireflies escaping
fire

and I follow
the scent of burning wood

to my home.


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January 22, 2017 at 07:11PM

stilletto
her black silk ankles
click clack across ceramic
for a tip-toe kisssenryu © Robi

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January 22, 2017 at 07:13PM

It was that era
The time of destruction
Lead, fired, executed
By a single man
A knight of the night
A warrior in black cloak
One who has broken free
From the shackles of mortality
Simple yet dangerous

It was that era
When the single man
Watched and laughed
At the brilliant chaos
Right before his eyes
Luminous street lamps
A million heads in view
Armoured tanks and bomb shells
An entrance and barricades
Assuming their partial,interim places

Fearless and dauntless
The soldiers would match
To the death or to live again
For camelot or for what's not
Fight, they must
Defying all odds
And even the grim reaper's

By Shayma (@shayyma)
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The bridge of Reika is the only path that connects two different worlds. One of them is the world of human. Naieve, ignorant, weak and yet foolishly arrogant race. The other one is the world of predators where ancient creatures called Norzas dwell. Creatures so fearsome that knows no mercy. Everything that is not them is food. They pillage they kill and they grab whatever they find. A baby Norza easily towers most of the full grown human.

And the one who guards this bridge of Reika is Arantha. A part Norza part Human. Long, long time ago, Norzas ruled the world. For them humans were just food supply. They would cross the bridge to gather food and return to their cosy dwellings made on the highest tree tops, swinging in the air, riding the clouds. But one day the Daughter of the highest of Norzas fell in love with the tiny creatures they gather for food. She saved one as a pet. In time that pet learned her language and they began to communicate. To her surprise, even food had feelings and emotions. She travelled to the far north, few over mountains, rocked the clouds and tamed the waters. After years she returned with Arantha. A creature who vowed to stand guard between both the worlds. To save humans from turning into just food.

For thousands of years nobody crossed that bridge. And today, here he stands, facing an army of human ants. Curious, greedy explorers ready to hunt down the only thing that keeps them from being hunted.

Call to Sea
Schooner at rest,
lines, sheets naked against clouds,
warfed.

Sturdy ship calmly awaits
call to rig three masts,
cast off with the tide,

hands heart quickened,
cries of gulls,
music wind strummed in guys and stays.

Blue water sailor at sea
longs for port,
ashore soon pines
for rolling deck,

salt air, straining boards,
great unknowns to call man to his best,
put heart and sinew to mortal test.

69 words. © Jack Mullen

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January 22, 2017 at 07:21PM

*Shackles of Mortality*

When she finally returned her skin was unmarred, but her eyes hooded by pain. She looked even smaller than usual, wrapped in clothes that clearly weren't hers and hugging herself while glancing around. She smiled a bit as she saw me, but her heart was clearly not into it.

I moved to hug her, to try to comfort her about what happened just a few days ago, and she went limp in my arms, tears welling in the corners of her eyes. "W-why me?" she managed to sob out, before turning into an unintelligible mess.

I gently guided her towards the couch as I rubbed her shoulder soothingly, but survivor's guilt is hard to let go. We just sat there for a long time, entwined together, until well after she stopped crying, while I repeated her it wasn't her fault.

I, too, wept with her, thinking I could have lost her that day, thinking about how my life was now beholden to an alien entity - but those tears rapidly dried up as I dredged up my determination to make things better, my happiness at still having her by my side.

At some point she snuggled into me, her breath becoming slower, as she fell asleep. I just laid there, my eyes open as I stared at the white ceiling, not really seeing it - fire and blood and broken, twisted bodies dancing in my mind's eye.

Kiuubey didn't bother me that night, nor the day after that, and I didn't bother with it, despite the creeping darkness that threatened to engulf my Soul Gem.

"You'll need to find a Grief Seed soon, Francesca." came its telepathic voice as I slipped out of the door to my bedroom, leaving the love of my life alone with her nightmares.

"I know." I simply replied, the door to our house clicking after me. I transformed, my black suit replacing the battered hoodie and sweatpants I was wearing, and stepped out in the cold winter air, the dirty snow crunching under my heeled shoes, and jumped.

Ignoring the cold as the wind battered me was easy, even as frost formed in my hair, and I hopped from rooftop to rooftop across the city, until I found what I was looking for.

Two bodies laid on the ground of an unlit alley, a sprinkling of snow covering them, but the marks on their bodies weren't faded yet. I felt a pang of guilt at not being able to save them, but swiftly squashed it - I could beat myself over it after destroying the Witch that killed them.

The Witch's Barrier wasn't far away, partially hidden behind an overflowing dumpster, a scarlet distortion pulsing in midair. I took a deep breath, closed my eyes, and stepped through it.

The smell of iron instantly assaulted my nostrils and I almost retched, before once again taking control of my body. The corridor stretched for miles, hundreds and thousand of doors opening in its walls, blood seeping from under them. Screams echoed at irregular intervals, intermingled with muffled sobs.

I turned and, sword in hand, I started to walk down the corridor to where the Witch should live. Doors slammed open as I passed by them and the witch familiars - bloody, dirty bundles of money in the shape of human bodies with the head of a doll - poured out.

Almost bored, I slashed my way through them, thankful for the fact the corridor was not large enough to let them assault me in mass. I walked enough that my legs should have hurt, but I reached the Witch's chamber.

She stood tall, an immense and yet sickly thin body, faceless but with long, flowing tresses, trading blows with another Magical Girl. Her red wedding dress was ripped in places, a sleeve missing to show her right arm, mangled.

I quickly jumped against the wall to meet the back of her head, but her black hair whipped around and wrapped around my limbs, pinning me down and trying to pull me apart. I struggled against it without much luck, then manifesting four sword, cutting me free.

I jumped again, but not before slashing the Witch. My sword, able to cut through metal, nevertheless just opened a shallow cut in her neck. Blood oozed out of it, but I realized this fight wasn't going to end anytime soon.

I met the eyes of the other girl and we fell into a pattern - one of us distracted the Witch whilst the other one hit it - but tiredness was setting in. She stumbled, briefly, and the Witch clipped the side of her head with her talons.

Her hairpin - her Soul Gem, I realized - shattered in a thousand pieces, motes of light falling to the ground. And when that happened her body crumpled like a puppet whose strings were cut.

I shouted wordlessly, and dove forwards to thrust my sword in the neck of the weakened Witch. She died and her barrier collapsed into a Grief Seed, the little black ovoid nestled in the snow, but her body was nowhere I could see.

Numb, I picked up the Seed, touching it to my Gem to draw the corruption out of it. It overflowed, pulsing dangerously in my hand, the Witch ready to hatch again.

The white form of Kiuubey, almost invisible amongst the snow, jumped down from the roof and paddled silently towards me. "You should give me the Grief Seed.", it projected. "It'll hatch in less than a day otherwise."

"What happened? Where is the other girl? What happened to her?"

"She died." it replied simply.

"How?! It was just her gem, she shouldn't..."

"Why do you think they are called *Soul* Gems, Francesca?" it asked, no emotion I could detect in his voice.

"I... I didn't... Why?!"

"Your bodies are so weak and frail - too weak and frail to survive an encounter with a Witch, even with magic. Thus, your soul is placed in a vessel - this way, you can even survive the death of your body."

I couldn't help it. I laughed. And when Kiuubey tilted its head and looked at me, asking me why, I laughed even more.

"Most girls are upset when they discover this.", it observed.

I just threw the filled Seed at it and turned, jumping away. I was basically a lich - with my own philactery and everything. And even if my unlife was dangerous, the flames of hope rekindled in my chest.

I now had a chance.

A chance - a chance for both of us, broken as we are - to be together forever.

Forever is a long time. And with magic, not even bringing those whose life was cut short was out of my reach.

And as I jumped from rooftop to rooftop, on a tiny, insignificant blue planet orbiting a small yellow star in a minuscule galaxy amongst billions, I started laughing again. And the universe trembled.

By Zero (@MalfunctioningTranshumanist)
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Dance beneath
Dance beneath the starsas you drink in the night.Let the thunder overtake youas lightening fills the sky.Feel the force of naturepenetrate your skin,spin with the worldas the magic sinks in.

~ Christy Ann Martine

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January 22, 2017 at 08:58PM

Cheat
The cheat always lies at the feet of the cheated.

~Italian Proverb

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January 22, 2017 at 09:30PM

The Vandalized Soul

Remember? Do you?
The verses of the Mahabharata,
Where Draupati begged to let her go,
Where being a wife of the Pandavas made her no different from the unmarried women.
Remember? Do you?
When inside 1 in 10 houses,
A little girl complains to her mum,
It hurts me in there Maa.
Remember? Do you?
The night,
When a girl lay all naked and battered on the road,
When a friend of her's was as helpless as the lost kid at the course.
Remember? do you?
The nights when people marched with candles in their hands,
The days when we witnessed protests.
Days after days,
Months after months,
Years after years,
Didn't you,
All of you, tried to build us?
The ones who were too small to understand,
The ones who were capable enough to understand,
And the ones who understood what all this actually meant.
From the cheap comments passed
To the guidelines to dress-up,
You filled our heads,
With the thoughts which were never meant to be there.
From all those sad old lines to the new generation trends,
You made us cautious yet scared.
While there were dreams to be accomplished,
And words that were unsaid,
Your efforts to build us,
Made us question our own existence.
With every tantrum and argument we throw,
We have something for you to know, you know,
Caging us won't do us any good,
While letting us live without the not so needed guidelines will do.
Set us free and cage the ones who needs so,
For the day you would realise,Is merely a hypothetical concept you would know.

by Anshula Nema

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January 22, 2017 at 09:53PM

Chickens
Media

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January 23, 2017 at 12:34AM

When Day Is Done

If the day is done,
if birds sing no more,
if the wind has flagged tired,
then draw the veil of darkness thick upon me,
even as thou hast wrapt the earth with the coverlet of sleepand tenderly closed the petals of the drooping lotus at dusk.

by Rabindranath Tagore

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January 23, 2017 at 01:15PM