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Day 112–February 18th, 2081
Dear Diary, I find it amusing that if you reverse the digits of the year in the date above, you will get my birthday, which is today. My bunker doesn’t have any window, but there are some in the dining hall. It gives a splendid view of the space from the ship. The distance has reduced Earth into a speck. Mars looks much nearer now - a red blot. I wonder if the color of the soil affects our skin tone. If that is so our offspring’s on Mars might have skin tones ranging from Pink to Maroon. Hilarious.
They say that we used Earth’s gravity as a slingshot, else it would have taken more than 300days. But now, around a month more, and HelloooMars. 50yrs of toil, and we did it. The place is livable now, they say–but only in closed crystal semi-spheres.
Thinking about the slingshot, I find it common with the spaceship that I too was thrown out of earth by… by my bitch step mom. I didn’t say to you, but I saw her rutting out to a man in my Dad’s bedroom! Disgusting. I miss you Dad. I wish it was her and you were alive. I think I did the right thing turning her over to the police for adultery. Now thinking about it, I could say I rather threw off myself from Earth. Its days has lessened by another 100 days. A few more 100s and life will be done there. Nobody knows how its magnetic field is vanishing and how with it is vanishing rest of the life forms starting from birds. Ok, now there goes the lunch buzzer. Later then.
N
Nikita closed her diary and left for the mess. She collected her meal and sat in her usual place along with Carl. He was reading a book on biology. It had the author’s photo at the back cover. Nikita’s jaws dropped seeing him. She grabbed the book from Carl. “Hey, manners girl.” He cried.
“Who is he?” asked Nikita, tapping on the photo.
“He is James Salmon,” Carl said. “The famous biologist who made it possible. Because of whom we will live on.” It disappointed him as the fact didn’t light up Nikita’s face, rather it became stiff. He heaved a sigh and picking up the spoon, “But sadly, he was killed the day before we boarded the ship.”
“Killed?”
“Yes, by his wife. Suspected adultery. But it is being now said that there might have been some scam they are brushing it under the carpet. He was a member of the board for Mars Project and took sexual favors for a seat in this ship. One per girl is the rumor.”
Nikita got up with the book in her hand, which slipped out on the way to the window. She placed her hands on it, looking out to the blue dot. Her eyes swelled and tears rolled out, as she whispered Sorry into the vast empty space.
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Day 112–February 18th, 2081
Dear Diary, I find it amusing that if you reverse the digits of the year in the date above, you will get my birthday, which is today. My bunker doesn’t have any window, but there are some in the dining hall. It gives a splendid view of the space from the ship. The distance has reduced Earth into a speck. Mars looks much nearer now - a red blot. I wonder if the color of the soil affects our skin tone. If that is so our offspring’s on Mars might have skin tones ranging from Pink to Maroon. Hilarious.
They say that we used Earth’s gravity as a slingshot, else it would have taken more than 300days. But now, around a month more, and HelloooMars. 50yrs of toil, and we did it. The place is livable now, they say–but only in closed crystal semi-spheres.
Thinking about the slingshot, I find it common with the spaceship that I too was thrown out of earth by… by my bitch step mom. I didn’t say to you, but I saw her rutting out to a man in my Dad’s bedroom! Disgusting. I miss you Dad. I wish it was her and you were alive. I think I did the right thing turning her over to the police for adultery. Now thinking about it, I could say I rather threw off myself from Earth. Its days has lessened by another 100 days. A few more 100s and life will be done there. Nobody knows how its magnetic field is vanishing and how with it is vanishing rest of the life forms starting from birds. Ok, now there goes the lunch buzzer. Later then.
N
Nikita closed her diary and left for the mess. She collected her meal and sat in her usual place along with Carl. He was reading a book on biology. It had the author’s photo at the back cover. Nikita’s jaws dropped seeing him. She grabbed the book from Carl. “Hey, manners girl.” He cried.
“Who is he?” asked Nikita, tapping on the photo.
“He is James Salmon,” Carl said. “The famous biologist who made it possible. Because of whom we will live on.” It disappointed him as the fact didn’t light up Nikita’s face, rather it became stiff. He heaved a sigh and picking up the spoon, “But sadly, he was killed the day before we boarded the ship.”
“Killed?”
“Yes, by his wife. Suspected adultery. But it is being now said that there might have been some scam they are brushing it under the carpet. He was a member of the board for Mars Project and took sexual favors for a seat in this ship. One per girl is the rumor.”
Nikita got up with the book in her hand, which slipped out on the way to the window. She placed her hands on it, looking out to the blue dot. Her eyes swelled and tears rolled out, as she whispered Sorry into the vast empty space.
HAPPINESS, TOGETHER.
Jim owns a café, the Happiness Café, a place where people meet and share happiness. Enter and exit smiling is their motto. No arguments is their rule.
Jim has always been a cheerful and happy man. He always goes out of his way and do good things for others and make them happy.
His art of understanding others is the one nobody understands, it's a power that Jim possess, they say. Everyone around Jim has been happy. He's the one who can make others smile no matter how bad is their time. He's always been everyone's go to person and has solutions for everyone, in his own creative way. Jim is loved by all.
Lisa is Jim's childhood friend and partner but doesn't like Jim being so helpful towards all. Lisa believes that everyone has to be on their own and no one should interfere in others lives, be it their happiness or worries.
Jim and Lisa both share a great bond but have disagreements on Jim being so nice to everyone. Lisa keeps telling Jim that God has created everybody different and all will have good and bad days and there is no point in going out and solving each and everyones issues.
For almost a month now, Jim has been looking after this family of 6, a mother and her 5 children, whose father has abandoned them and their mother. Jim looks after their meals and expenses. He has also offered Tim, the eldest of the 5, a job at his café.
Jim is not able to give enough time to Lisa as he keeps juggling between work and serving others. Lisa doesn't get enough time with Jim, which makes her sad.
"That's how life is, with sadness one learns the meaning and importance of happiness, let them live the way they are because as you sow, you shall reap. They must have done something to deserve this suffering. You've done enough good for them, a job for Tim, that's enough Jim, you don't need to do more", Lisa tells Jim.
"What wrong have I done Lisa, is helping someone a crime? Why does is make you so unhappy?", Jim cries.
"You're a thief Jim", Lisa bursts in anguish.
"I'm not a thief Lisa, why do I have to keep you telling that?", Jim yells.
"Maybe because you keep stealing everyones sadness", hopeless Lisa answers.
"Lisa, it's not stealing if I plan to give it back, I take away their sadness to return them happiness. That makes me happy Lisa, that makes happy", Jim convincingly tells Lisa.
"But Jim", Lisa cries, "You stole my happiness and ruined it. Will I get back my happiness in future?"
"Why aren't you happy Lisa?, I have always loved you", quivering, Jim asks.
"You have no time for me, I'm no more your priority, I don't see the love anymore, you're always up there for others and not me, I see it all fading away Jim, it's all fading away." Lisa bursts out.
Jim holds Lisa's hands, "Honey, you'll always be my first priority. It's only because of you and your support that I've been able to change peoples lives, this makes me happy and knowing that you are by my side makes me happier. As you said, as you sow, you shall reap, honey, let us sow together? We can make a lot of difference to others lives and our little efforts can bring many smiles. I want you to be with me and in my journey, now and forever."
Tears of happiness fall of Lisa's eyes as she promises Jim, "We're in this together for our entire lives."
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Jim owns a café, the Happiness Café, a place where people meet and share happiness. Enter and exit smiling is their motto. No arguments is their rule.
Jim has always been a cheerful and happy man. He always goes out of his way and do good things for others and make them happy.
His art of understanding others is the one nobody understands, it's a power that Jim possess, they say. Everyone around Jim has been happy. He's the one who can make others smile no matter how bad is their time. He's always been everyone's go to person and has solutions for everyone, in his own creative way. Jim is loved by all.
Lisa is Jim's childhood friend and partner but doesn't like Jim being so helpful towards all. Lisa believes that everyone has to be on their own and no one should interfere in others lives, be it their happiness or worries.
Jim and Lisa both share a great bond but have disagreements on Jim being so nice to everyone. Lisa keeps telling Jim that God has created everybody different and all will have good and bad days and there is no point in going out and solving each and everyones issues.
For almost a month now, Jim has been looking after this family of 6, a mother and her 5 children, whose father has abandoned them and their mother. Jim looks after their meals and expenses. He has also offered Tim, the eldest of the 5, a job at his café.
Jim is not able to give enough time to Lisa as he keeps juggling between work and serving others. Lisa doesn't get enough time with Jim, which makes her sad.
"That's how life is, with sadness one learns the meaning and importance of happiness, let them live the way they are because as you sow, you shall reap. They must have done something to deserve this suffering. You've done enough good for them, a job for Tim, that's enough Jim, you don't need to do more", Lisa tells Jim.
"What wrong have I done Lisa, is helping someone a crime? Why does is make you so unhappy?", Jim cries.
"You're a thief Jim", Lisa bursts in anguish.
"I'm not a thief Lisa, why do I have to keep you telling that?", Jim yells.
"Maybe because you keep stealing everyones sadness", hopeless Lisa answers.
"Lisa, it's not stealing if I plan to give it back, I take away their sadness to return them happiness. That makes me happy Lisa, that makes happy", Jim convincingly tells Lisa.
"But Jim", Lisa cries, "You stole my happiness and ruined it. Will I get back my happiness in future?"
"Why aren't you happy Lisa?, I have always loved you", quivering, Jim asks.
"You have no time for me, I'm no more your priority, I don't see the love anymore, you're always up there for others and not me, I see it all fading away Jim, it's all fading away." Lisa bursts out.
Jim holds Lisa's hands, "Honey, you'll always be my first priority. It's only because of you and your support that I've been able to change peoples lives, this makes me happy and knowing that you are by my side makes me happier. As you said, as you sow, you shall reap, honey, let us sow together? We can make a lot of difference to others lives and our little efforts can bring many smiles. I want you to be with me and in my journey, now and forever."
Tears of happiness fall of Lisa's eyes as she promises Jim, "We're in this together for our entire lives."
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''I am not a thief, why do I have to keep telling you that?''
'' maybe because you keep stealing everyone's stuff?''
'' It is not stealing if I plan to give it back."
'' you stole my video game. Are you telling me that I will be getting that back in the near future?"
"uh—"
"Thief !" Someone from the crowd yelled and everyone followed suite.
The entire classroom was in an uproar. Jeers and sneers erupted from all sides, causing 14 year old Sam to cower in fear. His eyes stung with tears as he looked at the faces of the kids he had shared a room with since the 2nd grade. He couldn't recognize any of them. There was nothing familiar about the expression their faces now held.
Sam bit the inside of his cheeks to keep himself from crying out like a baby. Why did Joe have to go and start a scene?
"Don't you have anything to say, huh?" Joe, the bigger of the two boys said. His fingers curled into a fist at his side and with a grunt, he swung around to look at the crowd that had circled around him and a pang of guilt hit him. He wasn't pleased at what he saw. He had been friends with Sam since they were little kids. He liked Sam but Sam had a problem and he just couldn't keep pretending it wasn't there like his sorry excuse for parents did.
He also didn't mean for things to get out of hand. After all, Mom and Dad had taught him that violence is never the answer but these savages he had for classmates were clamouring for a fight. He turned his attention to the scrawny kid that stood in front of him. Sam was a kleptomaniac but he'd never admit it and that pissed Joe off. He couldn't put up with him or defend him anymore each time he "took" something he promised to return but never did.
****
The small man who stood at the entrance of the regal ball room felt out of place in loose linen trousers and a ragged suit jacket. Masquerade balls weren't his thing. Behind the mask that shielded his face were hazel colored eyes that burrowed a hole into the back of the man that stood at the center of the hall—the center of attention—the man who threw this Gala.
You haven't changed one bit, he thought.
His fingers tightened around the shabbily wrapped package he held. He ran his hand through his hair, giving it one last shake. He took a deep breath and pushed through the crowd of diamonds and pearls with purposeful strides.
A set of diamonds rings sat on the perfectly manicured fingers of Joseph Goldberg. His raven black hair was pulled back in a pony tail; not a strand was out of place. Nothing felt better than throwing a fancy party because you just could.
As the Man of the Night, he didn't see the need to mask his identity and so his deep blue eyes were the only exposed set of eyes in the room. Joseph was engrossed in the conversation he was having with his fancy mates, oblivious to the odd looking man that stood behind him.
"I think there's someone with a present for you, Mr Goldberg" One of men who had noticed the odd man pointed out to Joseph Goldenberg.
Stopping mid-sentence, Goldberg turned around to see who this person was. Not that he could know who unless the person introduced himself. He cast a swift glance at the hands of the man. They were empty except for a worn out leather watch that hung loosely around his wrist. He hid his surprise at the rather simple appearance of the man that stood in front him with a stiff smile.
He asked politely, "oh! Is that for me?"
The strange looking man said nothing but only continued to look at Joseph Goldberg.
Sam tossed the package at the feet of Goldberg and just before he turned on his heel to leave, he said, loud and clear:
''It is not stealing if I plan to give it back."
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'' maybe because you keep stealing everyone's stuff?''
'' It is not stealing if I plan to give it back."
'' you stole my video game. Are you telling me that I will be getting that back in the near future?"
"uh—"
"Thief !" Someone from the crowd yelled and everyone followed suite.
The entire classroom was in an uproar. Jeers and sneers erupted from all sides, causing 14 year old Sam to cower in fear. His eyes stung with tears as he looked at the faces of the kids he had shared a room with since the 2nd grade. He couldn't recognize any of them. There was nothing familiar about the expression their faces now held.
Sam bit the inside of his cheeks to keep himself from crying out like a baby. Why did Joe have to go and start a scene?
"Don't you have anything to say, huh?" Joe, the bigger of the two boys said. His fingers curled into a fist at his side and with a grunt, he swung around to look at the crowd that had circled around him and a pang of guilt hit him. He wasn't pleased at what he saw. He had been friends with Sam since they were little kids. He liked Sam but Sam had a problem and he just couldn't keep pretending it wasn't there like his sorry excuse for parents did.
He also didn't mean for things to get out of hand. After all, Mom and Dad had taught him that violence is never the answer but these savages he had for classmates were clamouring for a fight. He turned his attention to the scrawny kid that stood in front of him. Sam was a kleptomaniac but he'd never admit it and that pissed Joe off. He couldn't put up with him or defend him anymore each time he "took" something he promised to return but never did.
****
The small man who stood at the entrance of the regal ball room felt out of place in loose linen trousers and a ragged suit jacket. Masquerade balls weren't his thing. Behind the mask that shielded his face were hazel colored eyes that burrowed a hole into the back of the man that stood at the center of the hall—the center of attention—the man who threw this Gala.
You haven't changed one bit, he thought.
His fingers tightened around the shabbily wrapped package he held. He ran his hand through his hair, giving it one last shake. He took a deep breath and pushed through the crowd of diamonds and pearls with purposeful strides.
A set of diamonds rings sat on the perfectly manicured fingers of Joseph Goldberg. His raven black hair was pulled back in a pony tail; not a strand was out of place. Nothing felt better than throwing a fancy party because you just could.
As the Man of the Night, he didn't see the need to mask his identity and so his deep blue eyes were the only exposed set of eyes in the room. Joseph was engrossed in the conversation he was having with his fancy mates, oblivious to the odd looking man that stood behind him.
"I think there's someone with a present for you, Mr Goldberg" One of men who had noticed the odd man pointed out to Joseph Goldenberg.
Stopping mid-sentence, Goldberg turned around to see who this person was. Not that he could know who unless the person introduced himself. He cast a swift glance at the hands of the man. They were empty except for a worn out leather watch that hung loosely around his wrist. He hid his surprise at the rather simple appearance of the man that stood in front him with a stiff smile.
He asked politely, "oh! Is that for me?"
The strange looking man said nothing but only continued to look at Joseph Goldberg.
Sam tossed the package at the feet of Goldberg and just before he turned on his heel to leave, he said, loud and clear:
''It is not stealing if I plan to give it back."
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On the sixth floor, the empty floor of his school, he was standing in front of the biology lab and then he entered inside the lab and there he was falling in the endless fall from the sixth floor. Q , a dull, lazy, slim, tall, shabby, and a notorious student was sleeping in his Geography class. Just when he heard his teacher shout and he woke up suprised, dropping all the books on the floor. The teacher smiled in return and moved on with her class. He was excited about his strange dream. Then a boy called his name and told that the teacher is calling him on the sixth floor. He went on the sixth floor. Called out his teacher. And then there she was in the biology lab. He was amazed as he dreamed about it in his sleep. Deja vu he thought. She called out for him. He went inside the biology lab. And then he heard his teacher shout. And he woke up surprised. Dropping all the books on the floor. The teacher smiled in return and continued with her class. He was having a dream in his dream. He was amazed. And then an announcement " Q, please report to your science teacher on the sixth floor."
Amazed. Afraid. Worried Q was climbing the stairs in great concern. He reached the sixth floor. He was so afraid that he ran downstairs, but there he was standing on the sixth floor all over again. He tried so many times but ended on the sixth floor. Then his mam called out his name. He went inside the biology lab. And then he heard his teacher shout. And he woke up surprised. Dropping all the books on the floor. The teacher smiled in return and continued with her class. Je was having a dream in a dream in a dream. He was trapped in time with no escape whatsoever.....
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On the sixth floor, the empty floor of his school, he was standing in front of the biology lab and then he entered inside the lab and there he was falling in the endless fall from the sixth floor. Q , a dull, lazy, slim, tall, shabby, and a notorious student was sleeping in his Geography class. Just when he heard his teacher shout and he woke up suprised, dropping all the books on the floor. The teacher smiled in return and moved on with her class. He was excited about his strange dream. Then a boy called his name and told that the teacher is calling him on the sixth floor. He went on the sixth floor. Called out his teacher. And then there she was in the biology lab. He was amazed as he dreamed about it in his sleep. Deja vu he thought. She called out for him. He went inside the biology lab. And then he heard his teacher shout. And he woke up surprised. Dropping all the books on the floor. The teacher smiled in return and continued with her class. He was having a dream in his dream. He was amazed. And then an announcement " Q, please report to your science teacher on the sixth floor."
Amazed. Afraid. Worried Q was climbing the stairs in great concern. He reached the sixth floor. He was so afraid that he ran downstairs, but there he was standing on the sixth floor all over again. He tried so many times but ended on the sixth floor. Then his mam called out his name. He went inside the biology lab. And then he heard his teacher shout. And he woke up surprised. Dropping all the books on the floor. The teacher smiled in return and continued with her class. Je was having a dream in a dream in a dream. He was trapped in time with no escape whatsoever.....
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Title: That thief.
Hi!! I am Talia, Talia Fernandez. This is my story.
My life started on a beautiful note. I belong to a perfect family, where everyone understands and respects each other, attended the dream school of my city, Mystic Falls High School. A place perfect for making erudite students. No divisions based on social popularity, everyone carried on with their own business and respected others.
But, just like everything, this phase came to an end, when he walked in. Tyler Montero, famed thief of Mystic Falls. He created queen bees, jocks and bullies, and those who didn't join him, suffered. I didn't, and I was bullied for two years. So, I left that school for one year, to create a new me, with the self esteem that the Thief took away.
Right now, I am standing in front of the same Mystic Falls High School. And as if this didn't make me feel nervousness, the fact that Tyler, the same Tyler Montero was standing right in front of me, certainly did.
"Oh! Hi Talia, long time no see, how've you been?" His greeting sounded genuine and... guilty?
"Hi, Thief." I greeted back.
"I'm not a thief, told you then and am telling you now. I AM NOT A THIEF."
"Well, you used to steal people's stuff."
"But I returned it to them also."
"But, you stole something of mine and never returned it, thief"
"What, I stole nothing from you!"
"This is where you go wrong. You stole my self esteem, thrashed it pretty badly, and never returned it. Do you want to say you will return it now?"
"Ugh....."
"Bye, thief, see you later."
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Title: That thief.
Hi!! I am Talia, Talia Fernandez. This is my story.
My life started on a beautiful note. I belong to a perfect family, where everyone understands and respects each other, attended the dream school of my city, Mystic Falls High School. A place perfect for making erudite students. No divisions based on social popularity, everyone carried on with their own business and respected others.
But, just like everything, this phase came to an end, when he walked in. Tyler Montero, famed thief of Mystic Falls. He created queen bees, jocks and bullies, and those who didn't join him, suffered. I didn't, and I was bullied for two years. So, I left that school for one year, to create a new me, with the self esteem that the Thief took away.
Right now, I am standing in front of the same Mystic Falls High School. And as if this didn't make me feel nervousness, the fact that Tyler, the same Tyler Montero was standing right in front of me, certainly did.
"Oh! Hi Talia, long time no see, how've you been?" His greeting sounded genuine and... guilty?
"Hi, Thief." I greeted back.
"I'm not a thief, told you then and am telling you now. I AM NOT A THIEF."
"Well, you used to steal people's stuff."
"But I returned it to them also."
"But, you stole something of mine and never returned it, thief"
"What, I stole nothing from you!"
"This is where you go wrong. You stole my self esteem, thrashed it pretty badly, and never returned it. Do you want to say you will return it now?"
"Ugh....."
"Bye, thief, see you later."
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The Family Protector
We, a family of four shifted to our new house in North Carolina, in the middle of light vegetation, away from townships. Me and my sister were playing in front of the house, when we noticed a small puppy, struggling in the bush. We picked up the puppy and took to Mama, she being a kind hearted lady took it to a nearby vet who told us that it wasn't of some known breed but it's build indicated it to be strong and powerful. Mom, agreed to keep it with us and both of us were happy. Pluto, as we named him was a strange pup. He would behave all day long but at night he would growl at something. Mum was a little worried but she never said anything cause he always behaved with us. As he was better now ,one day we left him without his noose and in the morning we couldn't find him. We cried for long, our father searched around but it was nowhere to be found.
In a few months time, things turned around and one fine morning a strange thing appeared at our doorstep. It looked like a dog but it's build was almost like a lion, it's legs looked as he could tear down a buffalo, its mouth as big a lion, coat of fur so shiny white and black like a high breed horse. We were amazed to see it, and a little scared as well, but as it approached us, it took no time to us children to identify it. Ii was Pluto. Mom and Dad were super happy but little worried at his appearance, but Lucy was the happiest of us all, he was the closest to her since the beginning.
On the same day he returned, at night, mom again heard the strange growls but what she saw sent a shock down her spine. Pluto was holding Lucy at her collar by his teeth with blood running down his jaws. Mom cried and fainted at this sight. Hearing her shout, farther and me ran to the place and found her lying on the floor. We tried to wake her up but the loud growls drew our attention. What we saw was nerve wrecking. Lucy was there at the doorstep playing with a small puppy that looked like small Pluto, while what was happening in front of us, a few metres in front of the house was terrible.
We saw Pluto, with three heads each with a ferocious look, fighting a Demon like creature with a filthy appearance. The Demon, we saw was bleeding heavily and Pluto being at the top of him devouring him like a beast. The sight was frightening. We silently , pulled Lucy inside and locked the door. After a few hours, the growls stopped and the struggle had ended. It took us no time to deduce that he was no normal Dog, he had demonic powers but since he did not harm us father seemed less worried. While mother asked him repeatedly to call a priest. Father agreed and next morning, a priest arrived.
As the priest stepped out of his car, he refused to go inside and said there is a huge power around the house. He started to move to our backyard and we followed. He told us that in our backyard there was a deep endless tunnel to hell, and Demons use it to visit our world. We were lightening struck, and then Pluto came from behind and nudged at me. Father petted him, but the priest , he took no time to notice what Pluto actually was.
He asked us , where did we find him. We told him the entire story. The priest laughed and said, he is a "Hell Dog", the priest exclaimed and as he moved towards Pluto, Pluto tried to step back. But as the priest moved further towards Lucy, he revealed his true form and growled. The priest stepped back and told us, this is no ordinary dog. But he also told us that since we took care of it, he as per his nature, has become a protector but to the hell gate in our backyard. But of our family and will never allow anyone to harm us. He told us that Pluto, will live for eternity or until a new protector of the gate arrived. He also told us to look for a symbol of hell on his neck and we were amazed how we could oversee it. But as the priest told and although our parents were a little scared but seeing Pluto play along with us in front of the house releaved them of any doubt and we decided to keep our Pluto.
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The Family Protector
We, a family of four shifted to our new house in North Carolina, in the middle of light vegetation, away from townships. Me and my sister were playing in front of the house, when we noticed a small puppy, struggling in the bush. We picked up the puppy and took to Mama, she being a kind hearted lady took it to a nearby vet who told us that it wasn't of some known breed but it's build indicated it to be strong and powerful. Mom, agreed to keep it with us and both of us were happy. Pluto, as we named him was a strange pup. He would behave all day long but at night he would growl at something. Mum was a little worried but she never said anything cause he always behaved with us. As he was better now ,one day we left him without his noose and in the morning we couldn't find him. We cried for long, our father searched around but it was nowhere to be found.
In a few months time, things turned around and one fine morning a strange thing appeared at our doorstep. It looked like a dog but it's build was almost like a lion, it's legs looked as he could tear down a buffalo, its mouth as big a lion, coat of fur so shiny white and black like a high breed horse. We were amazed to see it, and a little scared as well, but as it approached us, it took no time to us children to identify it. Ii was Pluto. Mom and Dad were super happy but little worried at his appearance, but Lucy was the happiest of us all, he was the closest to her since the beginning.
On the same day he returned, at night, mom again heard the strange growls but what she saw sent a shock down her spine. Pluto was holding Lucy at her collar by his teeth with blood running down his jaws. Mom cried and fainted at this sight. Hearing her shout, farther and me ran to the place and found her lying on the floor. We tried to wake her up but the loud growls drew our attention. What we saw was nerve wrecking. Lucy was there at the doorstep playing with a small puppy that looked like small Pluto, while what was happening in front of us, a few metres in front of the house was terrible.
We saw Pluto, with three heads each with a ferocious look, fighting a Demon like creature with a filthy appearance. The Demon, we saw was bleeding heavily and Pluto being at the top of him devouring him like a beast. The sight was frightening. We silently , pulled Lucy inside and locked the door. After a few hours, the growls stopped and the struggle had ended. It took us no time to deduce that he was no normal Dog, he had demonic powers but since he did not harm us father seemed less worried. While mother asked him repeatedly to call a priest. Father agreed and next morning, a priest arrived.
As the priest stepped out of his car, he refused to go inside and said there is a huge power around the house. He started to move to our backyard and we followed. He told us that in our backyard there was a deep endless tunnel to hell, and Demons use it to visit our world. We were lightening struck, and then Pluto came from behind and nudged at me. Father petted him, but the priest , he took no time to notice what Pluto actually was.
He asked us , where did we find him. We told him the entire story. The priest laughed and said, he is a "Hell Dog", the priest exclaimed and as he moved towards Pluto, Pluto tried to step back. But as the priest moved further towards Lucy, he revealed his true form and growled. The priest stepped back and told us, this is no ordinary dog. But he also told us that since we took care of it, he as per his nature, has become a protector but to the hell gate in our backyard. But of our family and will never allow anyone to harm us. He told us that Pluto, will live for eternity or until a new protector of the gate arrived. He also told us to look for a symbol of hell on his neck and we were amazed how we could oversee it. But as the priest told and although our parents were a little scared but seeing Pluto play along with us in front of the house releaved them of any doubt and we decided to keep our Pluto.
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DOG AND BONES (PART 1)
The Bones family consisted of five members, Mr. Stuart Bones, the head of the family who runs a clothing business 'Chico', Mrs. Emily Bones, wife of Stuart and a well known singer who has given a number of Billboard hits. They have a pair of twins, both boys, Derek and Zerick, born in 2012.
The fifth member of the Bones family, a golden retriever, Archie. Stuart brought Archie from a rescue centre when he was a month old and Derek and Zerick were just above a year old. All three grew up together. Archie was growing faster than Derek and Zerick and took care of both, Archie was a very loyal pet, like all other dogs.
Stuart often told Emily that since the day Archie has come into his life, his business has expanded and has made huge profits, also the boys look very happy around Archie, Stuart calls Archie his lucky charm.
Every morning Stuart used to take Archie for a walk in the park, where he met his friends and they regularly discussed Stuart's business success and Archie's luck for his master. After their morning walk was over, Stuart would leave Archie home and go to work.
One morning, Stuart had an early morning meeting; he asked his friend Mike to take Archie for a morning stroll, Mike agreed and took Archie to the park. An hour later, Mike arrived at Stuart's house, huffing and puffing with a broken leash, he told Emily that Archie had run away. Emily was shocked, she immediately called Stuart and informed her about Archie. Stuart left work and started looking for Archie in every place and corner, but to no avail, he was unsuccessful, he couldn't find Archie anywhere in the town.
Stuart registered a missing report with the police but even the police couldn't find Archie. Stuart was very upset, he considered Archie as his lucky charm, and being unable to find him hurt him more.
Stuart cursed himself for leaving Archie with Mike. He confronted Mike multiple times for the whereabouts of Archie, but Mike had only one answer, "I was walking Archie in the park and his eyes fell on a beautiful poodle, he lost his control and started running behind the poodle when the leash broke off my hand and within a blink of an eye, Archie disappeared. I'm really sorry Stuart."
As days passed by, Stuart accepted that Archie was gone and might never come back. He started expanding his business and looked well after Derek and Zerick. Stuart's business was still flourishing.
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The Bones family consisted of five members, Mr. Stuart Bones, the head of the family who runs a clothing business 'Chico', Mrs. Emily Bones, wife of Stuart and a well known singer who has given a number of Billboard hits. They have a pair of twins, both boys, Derek and Zerick, born in 2012.
The fifth member of the Bones family, a golden retriever, Archie. Stuart brought Archie from a rescue centre when he was a month old and Derek and Zerick were just above a year old. All three grew up together. Archie was growing faster than Derek and Zerick and took care of both, Archie was a very loyal pet, like all other dogs.
Stuart often told Emily that since the day Archie has come into his life, his business has expanded and has made huge profits, also the boys look very happy around Archie, Stuart calls Archie his lucky charm.
Every morning Stuart used to take Archie for a walk in the park, where he met his friends and they regularly discussed Stuart's business success and Archie's luck for his master. After their morning walk was over, Stuart would leave Archie home and go to work.
One morning, Stuart had an early morning meeting; he asked his friend Mike to take Archie for a morning stroll, Mike agreed and took Archie to the park. An hour later, Mike arrived at Stuart's house, huffing and puffing with a broken leash, he told Emily that Archie had run away. Emily was shocked, she immediately called Stuart and informed her about Archie. Stuart left work and started looking for Archie in every place and corner, but to no avail, he was unsuccessful, he couldn't find Archie anywhere in the town.
Stuart registered a missing report with the police but even the police couldn't find Archie. Stuart was very upset, he considered Archie as his lucky charm, and being unable to find him hurt him more.
Stuart cursed himself for leaving Archie with Mike. He confronted Mike multiple times for the whereabouts of Archie, but Mike had only one answer, "I was walking Archie in the park and his eyes fell on a beautiful poodle, he lost his control and started running behind the poodle when the leash broke off my hand and within a blink of an eye, Archie disappeared. I'm really sorry Stuart."
As days passed by, Stuart accepted that Archie was gone and might never come back. He started expanding his business and looked well after Derek and Zerick. Stuart's business was still flourishing.
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It was stormy, dark night , the earth coming in between the moon and the sun, casting a shadow on the moon. There was Tom, the family's most dear pet wagging his tail standing at the door completely drenched in water. Noone dared to call him a dog. They always assumed he was one of them. And Wayne always played with Tom, took him for a walk, talked with him, played with him. No one in the falmily was as close to wayne as Tom and vice versa. But after his dissapearance, he had locked himself in the room. He was shattered crying all day. He would come down only for basic needs and rest of the time he would be in his room crying. To the delight of the family, Tom had returned exactly a year later. Everyone's eyes were filled with tears and they greeted Tom so happily. ButTom's favourite companion didnt know about his return. Everyone shouted, " Wayne, look who is here." But there was no reply. They went upstairs but he was not there. They searched the entire house, no sign of Wayne. A family which was celebrating the return of Tom, were now worried for Watne. They ran towards the station, lodged a missing complaint, search the whole town, but no sign of Wayne. As the moon was losing his brightness under the shadow of earth, the family lost their everything with the unnatural disappearance of Wayne. Wayne's brother Mat went to the church to pray for his brother's return. He took Tom with himself. But Tom was so disturbed by the sight of church, that he was growling, went impatient and bite Mat and ran awqy. Mat, who didnt care about the wound went inside the church to pray. The Father Jade, saw the wound on Mat's hand. He was shocked stricken as if he had seen a ghost, a demon.
" It is the bite of a demon. It is the bite of a demon." He shouted. Matt didnt know what he was saying. He explained the priest everything. Father went to his house and as Mat opened the door, Tom came rushing over the priest trying to rip his neck apart from his body. But father was prepared. He held the cross from his pocket on Toms head and Matt punched Tom aside. Matt could see the demon inside Toms eyes. Tom fell on the ground and went unconcious. Father held Matt by his hands and told him, " This coming tuesday at exactly 23:26 P.M is the solar cycle, when all the planets are aligned after 33 years. That day Tom will sacrifice his most dear to please the God of Demon. And you have to stop him. Close him in the house. There should be no one in the house. We have to stop him.No matter what."
On the coming tuesday, Matt and his family members locked Tom inside the room. Father Jade made a sacred circle around the house. Matt was standing outside the room and didnt realise he has to move out. But Tom had no choice. He was gaining enourmous power which led to the breaking of the door. He attacked Matt, injured him badly and went for the main door. But the father didnt lose hope. Matt went upstairs crawling and jumped from the window. With all the family praying and father bearing enormous pain and feeling the demonic powers, and Matt being so badly injured the time 23:26 passed away. The family sighed in relief. There was no more beatings on the door. All the noise had subsided. The door opened and there was Tom and Wayne playing with each other as if nothing has happened.
The family took Matt to the hospital. He was all ok. The father Jade began to leave. The family thanked the father for being with them and returning their beloved son. The father while leaving spoke the following words,
" No matter how faithful you are, there is always a demon insode you."
Matt saw those demonic eyes of father jade. It was the same as that of Tom's.
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" It is the bite of a demon. It is the bite of a demon." He shouted. Matt didnt know what he was saying. He explained the priest everything. Father went to his house and as Mat opened the door, Tom came rushing over the priest trying to rip his neck apart from his body. But father was prepared. He held the cross from his pocket on Toms head and Matt punched Tom aside. Matt could see the demon inside Toms eyes. Tom fell on the ground and went unconcious. Father held Matt by his hands and told him, " This coming tuesday at exactly 23:26 P.M is the solar cycle, when all the planets are aligned after 33 years. That day Tom will sacrifice his most dear to please the God of Demon. And you have to stop him. Close him in the house. There should be no one in the house. We have to stop him.No matter what."
On the coming tuesday, Matt and his family members locked Tom inside the room. Father Jade made a sacred circle around the house. Matt was standing outside the room and didnt realise he has to move out. But Tom had no choice. He was gaining enourmous power which led to the breaking of the door. He attacked Matt, injured him badly and went for the main door. But the father didnt lose hope. Matt went upstairs crawling and jumped from the window. With all the family praying and father bearing enormous pain and feeling the demonic powers, and Matt being so badly injured the time 23:26 passed away. The family sighed in relief. There was no more beatings on the door. All the noise had subsided. The door opened and there was Tom and Wayne playing with each other as if nothing has happened.
The family took Matt to the hospital. He was all ok. The father Jade began to leave. The family thanked the father for being with them and returning their beloved son. The father while leaving spoke the following words,
" No matter how faithful you are, there is always a demon insode you."
Matt saw those demonic eyes of father jade. It was the same as that of Tom's.
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My day began in the middle of an hour, hastily and fighting to get to the doors of the bathroom first was my daily routine.The sun was searing bright, the nature was cool but still alarming the incoming rain.
I got myself ready nearly soon, and then it was my job to take Shero, my pet dog, for a walk. It was the most mesmerising part of the day , He with his tale dancing is little fluffy fur and an urgent need to poo have me tied to this work.
I got his chains, and we soon departed . As always we took the street road to the left which was generally bare, difficult to walk because small holes like holes covered the entire journey, I had to wash his family after I returned.
The sky began to turn grey, lightning giving way to horror with loud sound as if God's stomach was rumbling. No sooner did this happen than the rain was forced to earth as if god was crying hard!
My Shero was really uncomfortable in the rain. My lord! Something did happen the chain he was tied to was broken and he ran as swiftly as he could towards a bleak end.
That was it we couldn't find him, my heart began to thump. I don't exactly remember how it was prompted truly no one does. Still time never stops. Days passed, months passed and it was a yearh.
We often forget about the death of our dear ones but this pain was out of the world. I really missed him! . It was the morning of my birthday. I remember the day was cloudy. All wished me and we had plans for dinner in a restaurant. The day passed swiftly but not the night, we were ready to depart when the restaurant door was open.
Then suddenly I moved into a giant terrifying creature. Yes my dog! You hardly can call that a monster. I say total monster with its fangs projecting outwards and heavily built body nails so long and big the chain I saw was still tied to him .
He barked as if he couldn't recognise us and Oh! He jumped and smothered my day, my mom and now he was one me with its saliva dropping on my cheeks.
Then with a sudden flash I heard my Mom saying, " Happy birthday dear. '' She drew the curtains and I opened my eyes. My pillow was wet as I was dribbling bottles of water during sleep.
You know what we have as a gift for your birthday? Said my mother .I was still half asleep. I replied how will I ? . " You always wanted a dog right Papa and I brought you a dog!"
My day began in the middle of an hour, hastily and fighting to get to the doors of the bathroom first was my daily routine.The sun was searing bright, the nature was cool but still alarming the incoming rain.
I got myself ready nearly soon, and then it was my job to take Shero, my pet dog, for a walk. It was the most mesmerising part of the day , He with his tale dancing is little fluffy fur and an urgent need to poo have me tied to this work.
I got his chains, and we soon departed . As always we took the street road to the left which was generally bare, difficult to walk because small holes like holes covered the entire journey, I had to wash his family after I returned.
The sky began to turn grey, lightning giving way to horror with loud sound as if God's stomach was rumbling. No sooner did this happen than the rain was forced to earth as if god was crying hard!
My Shero was really uncomfortable in the rain. My lord! Something did happen the chain he was tied to was broken and he ran as swiftly as he could towards a bleak end.
That was it we couldn't find him, my heart began to thump. I don't exactly remember how it was prompted truly no one does. Still time never stops. Days passed, months passed and it was a yearh.
We often forget about the death of our dear ones but this pain was out of the world. I really missed him! . It was the morning of my birthday. I remember the day was cloudy. All wished me and we had plans for dinner in a restaurant. The day passed swiftly but not the night, we were ready to depart when the restaurant door was open.
Then suddenly I moved into a giant terrifying creature. Yes my dog! You hardly can call that a monster. I say total monster with its fangs projecting outwards and heavily built body nails so long and big the chain I saw was still tied to him .
He barked as if he couldn't recognise us and Oh! He jumped and smothered my day, my mom and now he was one me with its saliva dropping on my cheeks.
Then with a sudden flash I heard my Mom saying, " Happy birthday dear. '' She drew the curtains and I opened my eyes. My pillow was wet as I was dribbling bottles of water during sleep.
You know what we have as a gift for your birthday? Said my mother .I was still half asleep. I replied how will I ? . " You always wanted a dog right Papa and I brought you a dog!"
Ravi, the most misinterpreted boy of the class, why you ask?, in graduation when he was in second semester, he had to rewrite the exams because he was suspended on grounds of cheating . How? Another sad story, he asked for a pen from a boy sitting right in front of his desk and the boy had hidden a big note in the pen's body for cheating. Ravi and the boy did not notice and took the pen. Everything went well, he wrote the exam and was confident of getting good marks. When he went to the teacher to submit the sheet, for some damn unfateful reason teacher's pen failed and he asked Ravi for a pen. Ravi not knowing about the hidden note handed him the pen and to his surprise when he was about to sign his sheet the pen opened from the back laying bare the long note prepared for cheating. He tried to explain but the teacher oh for the sake of God! refused to listen and took him to the Head of the Department who expelled him without listening to his side of the story, poor Ravi. Since them his reputation was soiled to be a cheater.
But how do I know so much, well I am his best friend. I have known Ravi for long, he was a thin boy of good height and weight but his bone framework suggested that he could be a good wrestling champion or a good basketball player. Had he been a wrestler he would have been undefeated. Broad shoulders, wide chest, long femur all things suggested that he could be a good wrestler. But nevertheless he was not interested in wrestling.
Having known him for long one thing I had understood. He had a good motivational front because the way he spoke about things with his sparking eyes beaming with confidence reflecting the confidence he had about what he was about to say was marvelous. Besides that he was always there for his friends, offering every help that he could offer and would go great lengths just to make you feel that he is there with you.
I remember visiting his home once. It was a three story structure built in a very shabby appearing and crowded marketplace. He was not from a well versed but a simple family. His family members included two younger sisters and an elder brother, all well educated but their father did not earn much and therefore his house lacked a few things which you would find in a normal household like a washing machine and refrigerator. They lived in a small house with not enough room for everyone. His mother was the sweetest thing, she was very welcoming and generous. With all those hardships , he was still happy to have been able to study always said that he would do something for their family one day. And the ambition he carried that would not wither with time given the confidence and motivation he had.
He shared his room with his brother with a bunker bed which he had outgrown since he was in highschool. and two study tables. Their had their belongings and the posters of Hindu Gods stuck at places where the plaster had come off. But he had dreams and his motivation came from the comic book he read. Superman was his ideal. He would buy each comic book of his favourite superhero and said he likes him for his will of steel and I guess that was his motivation. His brother was preparing for competitive exams so his room was full of books and hence there was little room to keep anything else.
He was a man of great will and any other person who met him was bound to get bowled over given his magical way of speaking. He would spin the web of his words so fine that you couldn't deny his ideology and would definitely want to stay with him for long. Although he was shy at meeting new people, but the moment he would start talking the person in front could only listen and would not be able to speak anything , mesmerized by his way is speaking. I have been his friend for two years and I know he would do great with his life. Given the personal traits he had he could become anything.
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But how do I know so much, well I am his best friend. I have known Ravi for long, he was a thin boy of good height and weight but his bone framework suggested that he could be a good wrestling champion or a good basketball player. Had he been a wrestler he would have been undefeated. Broad shoulders, wide chest, long femur all things suggested that he could be a good wrestler. But nevertheless he was not interested in wrestling.
Having known him for long one thing I had understood. He had a good motivational front because the way he spoke about things with his sparking eyes beaming with confidence reflecting the confidence he had about what he was about to say was marvelous. Besides that he was always there for his friends, offering every help that he could offer and would go great lengths just to make you feel that he is there with you.
I remember visiting his home once. It was a three story structure built in a very shabby appearing and crowded marketplace. He was not from a well versed but a simple family. His family members included two younger sisters and an elder brother, all well educated but their father did not earn much and therefore his house lacked a few things which you would find in a normal household like a washing machine and refrigerator. They lived in a small house with not enough room for everyone. His mother was the sweetest thing, she was very welcoming and generous. With all those hardships , he was still happy to have been able to study always said that he would do something for their family one day. And the ambition he carried that would not wither with time given the confidence and motivation he had.
He shared his room with his brother with a bunker bed which he had outgrown since he was in highschool. and two study tables. Their had their belongings and the posters of Hindu Gods stuck at places where the plaster had come off. But he had dreams and his motivation came from the comic book he read. Superman was his ideal. He would buy each comic book of his favourite superhero and said he likes him for his will of steel and I guess that was his motivation. His brother was preparing for competitive exams so his room was full of books and hence there was little room to keep anything else.
He was a man of great will and any other person who met him was bound to get bowled over given his magical way of speaking. He would spin the web of his words so fine that you couldn't deny his ideology and would definitely want to stay with him for long. Although he was shy at meeting new people, but the moment he would start talking the person in front could only listen and would not be able to speak anything , mesmerized by his way is speaking. I have been his friend for two years and I know he would do great with his life. Given the personal traits he had he could become anything.
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I'm sorry I might have pushed you too far
Life is about making choices, please don't fright
I'm sorry I might have let you down
Put me in your shoes and see why I cry.
I'm sorry I gave up on her
She was the spark that lighted my soul on fire
So I'm sorry I left without a sign
If only things were better, I wouldn't have tried.
Sometimes we do the wrong thing for the right reason
I thought I was helping but no I was not fixing.
I took you up, then I let you down
Please forgive me, I never meant to be foul.
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Life is about making choices, please don't fright
I'm sorry I might have let you down
Put me in your shoes and see why I cry.
I'm sorry I gave up on her
She was the spark that lighted my soul on fire
So I'm sorry I left without a sign
If only things were better, I wouldn't have tried.
Sometimes we do the wrong thing for the right reason
I thought I was helping but no I was not fixing.
I took you up, then I let you down
Please forgive me, I never meant to be foul.
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#Aarushi
#poetry
Title: Drowning all the way down.
I did build up walls,
secured myself in a world of my own,
but still those waves hit me,
drowning me all the way down.
A hand that came from somewhere,
shook my faith in myself to the bone,
the hand went away,
but the aftermath made me drown.
A constant struggle, a ferocious war,
going on with and against myself,
making me hate what I am,
just because I was being myself.
A small crime, to be what I am,
made me an object of loathe,
made me drown in waves of depression,
but, then I made an oath.
No one must be my boundary,
no one should be the brutal judge,
who will make me drown again,
their oppression won't make me budge.
I rose from the waves,
winning against a weaker me,
let's see if they win now,
if they can define me.
P.S : They here is anyone who made me believe that I am not good enough.
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Title: Drowning all the way down.
I did build up walls,
secured myself in a world of my own,
but still those waves hit me,
drowning me all the way down.
A hand that came from somewhere,
shook my faith in myself to the bone,
the hand went away,
but the aftermath made me drown.
A constant struggle, a ferocious war,
going on with and against myself,
making me hate what I am,
just because I was being myself.
A small crime, to be what I am,
made me an object of loathe,
made me drown in waves of depression,
but, then I made an oath.
No one must be my boundary,
no one should be the brutal judge,
who will make me drown again,
their oppression won't make me budge.
I rose from the waves,
winning against a weaker me,
let's see if they win now,
if they can define me.
P.S : They here is anyone who made me believe that I am not good enough.
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#prompt
IRONY
I remember he once said , "You should love yourself like you'd want other people to love you. And I love myself just the same way. " He looked so charming that I couldn't help but love him and believe every word he'd say. And somewhere, through the time, I forgot the first sentence he said.
I remember, when I was with him, I always felt like I'm in a haze, as if I'm swimming in water and he is Poseidon, controlling my waters. As if I'm not in his heart, but his hands. It almost felt like cocaine, except that I was high on him. Whatever he would say, I'd believe. He said I should be happy and I'm happy. He said I should be sad, and I'm sad.
But every drug starts to harm your body and mind sooner or later. I had overdosed on him. And I felt like I couldn't breathe if he wasn't near me. I wanted to be with him, but all I felt was that I was drowning in his ocean. Maybe it was his over effect. My friends tried to help me, but nothing would pass through my mind, 'thick skull', he'd say.
One day, I dared to ask him that why he was flirting with another girl. And I saw that devil in his eyes that made me flinch and just when he saw the fear on my face, he showed me who was in control and had more power. It was the first time but not the last.
He'd call me different names I would rather not think of again , but some days he'd make me feel like a princess. While someday, a prisoner. Maybe he was right. But one day, he said he'd leave me. And he did. He just left me, without another word. I got a text later, he said that I was caging him. And I asked myself a better example of irony.
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IRONY
I remember he once said , "You should love yourself like you'd want other people to love you. And I love myself just the same way. " He looked so charming that I couldn't help but love him and believe every word he'd say. And somewhere, through the time, I forgot the first sentence he said.
I remember, when I was with him, I always felt like I'm in a haze, as if I'm swimming in water and he is Poseidon, controlling my waters. As if I'm not in his heart, but his hands. It almost felt like cocaine, except that I was high on him. Whatever he would say, I'd believe. He said I should be happy and I'm happy. He said I should be sad, and I'm sad.
But every drug starts to harm your body and mind sooner or later. I had overdosed on him. And I felt like I couldn't breathe if he wasn't near me. I wanted to be with him, but all I felt was that I was drowning in his ocean. Maybe it was his over effect. My friends tried to help me, but nothing would pass through my mind, 'thick skull', he'd say.
One day, I dared to ask him that why he was flirting with another girl. And I saw that devil in his eyes that made me flinch and just when he saw the fear on my face, he showed me who was in control and had more power. It was the first time but not the last.
He'd call me different names I would rather not think of again , but some days he'd make me feel like a princess. While someday, a prisoner. Maybe he was right. But one day, he said he'd leave me. And he did. He just left me, without another word. I got a text later, he said that I was caging him. And I asked myself a better example of irony.