Forgetfulness
"How ya holding up, Lucy?"I smiled, genuinely smiled for the first time since returning home with mom."Hanging in their like a hair in a biscuit. Thank you for asking, Father Barnes.""And your mother?"I sighed heavily as fresh tears began to well in my eyes. I reached for my pack and pulled out my last cowboy killer. I prayed I had another pack in the house laying around so I wouldn't have to go back to the store."Do you mind, Father?"He shook his head vigorously. "Who am I to judge? We all have our unique vices. But I must say, I never took you as a smoker."I exhaled my first hit heavily, feeling the nicotine surge through my veins. "I had quit years ago, shortly after I convinced Mom to stop. But now, with the Alzheimer's she's forgotten that the last cigarette she smoked was when Clinton was in office."This thought caused me to chuckle lightly. Mom had always thought he was easy on the eyes but after Monica told her side of the story I'm fairly certain it made Mom want him even more."I see." He offered a pleasant grin that lost its appeal the more I looked at it, wondering how many others had received this cheap gesture before their loved one moved on to the other side. "Care if I head inside? I'd like to visit with her."I put out my cigarette and began to grab for another. "Of course, go ahead. Watch out for the oxygen cord when you step through the door, don't want you to trip."He gave me a pat on the shoulder as he descended into the home.I grabbed my pack and realized again I had already smoked it empty. Loose pieces of tobacco is the only thing that greeted me.I headed to the driveway to see if I could find another pack in my car.I'm still not sure to this day if I imagined the screams or if they were real, but one thing I know for certain is the boom. The fire. The ever so quick consumption of my mother's home.That pack of Marlboros had apparently been located by my mother.
@PensivePost #ss Submitted by catteallinna
"How ya holding up, Lucy?"I smiled, genuinely smiled for the first time since returning home with mom."Hanging in their like a hair in a biscuit. Thank you for asking, Father Barnes.""And your mother?"I sighed heavily as fresh tears began to well in my eyes. I reached for my pack and pulled out my last cowboy killer. I prayed I had another pack in the house laying around so I wouldn't have to go back to the store."Do you mind, Father?"He shook his head vigorously. "Who am I to judge? We all have our unique vices. But I must say, I never took you as a smoker."I exhaled my first hit heavily, feeling the nicotine surge through my veins. "I had quit years ago, shortly after I convinced Mom to stop. But now, with the Alzheimer's she's forgotten that the last cigarette she smoked was when Clinton was in office."This thought caused me to chuckle lightly. Mom had always thought he was easy on the eyes but after Monica told her side of the story I'm fairly certain it made Mom want him even more."I see." He offered a pleasant grin that lost its appeal the more I looked at it, wondering how many others had received this cheap gesture before their loved one moved on to the other side. "Care if I head inside? I'd like to visit with her."I put out my cigarette and began to grab for another. "Of course, go ahead. Watch out for the oxygen cord when you step through the door, don't want you to trip."He gave me a pat on the shoulder as he descended into the home.I grabbed my pack and realized again I had already smoked it empty. Loose pieces of tobacco is the only thing that greeted me.I headed to the driveway to see if I could find another pack in my car.I'm still not sure to this day if I imagined the screams or if they were real, but one thing I know for certain is the boom. The fire. The ever so quick consumption of my mother's home.That pack of Marlboros had apparently been located by my mother.
@PensivePost #ss Submitted by catteallinna
I Tortured Myself to Look Like This
I don't mean working out to the point of collapse or anything stupid like that. Obviously magic was involved.Now, conjuring up my twenty-seven year old self was no simple task, but I deemed it a necessary one. At fourteen, my face was several reds of exposed flesh and pimple grease. I couldn't face the other witches and wizards at the academy without knowing the proper techniques to clear up my mess of a visage.The odd thing was, she seemed terrified when I summoned her, as though she'd known my intentions. Without her wand, there wasn't a damned thing she could do as I placed her on the torture rack. She was, of course, gorgeous, and I needed to know every last secret.Had she divulged them simply, like I'd expected of her, there would've been no need to conjure up blades, whips, and chains. Instead, she withheld everything throughout the day's torture until midnight, when I'd glean a particularly useful tip from her. I had to wonder why my older, wiser self didn't spare herself the pain; perhaps she knew it was a necessary part of being beautiful. I grew more persistent in improving my looks. Sure, my skin was clean and flawless, my figure curvy in the right places, my hair sleek and glossy. However, her skin sparkled in an unnaturally beautiful way, her curls defied gravity, and there was something about her hips... Clearly, she'd done something to get that way, and I needed to know what that was.Ironically, the more techniques I stole from her, the more harshly I beat her, making her progressively less beautiful while my looks shone. When I'd gotten everything I possibly could from her, I let her go. Surely she could fix herself when she found her wand. As for me, I enjoyed the showers of compliments where there'd been insults before. It was fantastic.I didn't neglect to take notes during that period where I was torturing myself. Yes, I'd need them in case I ever forgot, but I memorized the list of spells and human beauty products almost religiously. Why? Well, I suppose one day, when I'm twenty-seven, I'll make the grave mistake of misplacing my wand.When that time comes, I'll need to know what to say.
@PensivePost #ss Submitted by TeamShadowWind
I don't mean working out to the point of collapse or anything stupid like that. Obviously magic was involved.Now, conjuring up my twenty-seven year old self was no simple task, but I deemed it a necessary one. At fourteen, my face was several reds of exposed flesh and pimple grease. I couldn't face the other witches and wizards at the academy without knowing the proper techniques to clear up my mess of a visage.The odd thing was, she seemed terrified when I summoned her, as though she'd known my intentions. Without her wand, there wasn't a damned thing she could do as I placed her on the torture rack. She was, of course, gorgeous, and I needed to know every last secret.Had she divulged them simply, like I'd expected of her, there would've been no need to conjure up blades, whips, and chains. Instead, she withheld everything throughout the day's torture until midnight, when I'd glean a particularly useful tip from her. I had to wonder why my older, wiser self didn't spare herself the pain; perhaps she knew it was a necessary part of being beautiful. I grew more persistent in improving my looks. Sure, my skin was clean and flawless, my figure curvy in the right places, my hair sleek and glossy. However, her skin sparkled in an unnaturally beautiful way, her curls defied gravity, and there was something about her hips... Clearly, she'd done something to get that way, and I needed to know what that was.Ironically, the more techniques I stole from her, the more harshly I beat her, making her progressively less beautiful while my looks shone. When I'd gotten everything I possibly could from her, I let her go. Surely she could fix herself when she found her wand. As for me, I enjoyed the showers of compliments where there'd been insults before. It was fantastic.I didn't neglect to take notes during that period where I was torturing myself. Yes, I'd need them in case I ever forgot, but I memorized the list of spells and human beauty products almost religiously. Why? Well, I suppose one day, when I'm twenty-seven, I'll make the grave mistake of misplacing my wand.When that time comes, I'll need to know what to say.
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They buried me alive
..with an option.
They place a matchbook in my pocket. "Here it gets dark down there," they laugh sadistically among themselves, tossing me into the wooden box.They drop my coffin into the ground.I hear them shoveling dirt into it, giggling and such. It's pitch black inside, no semblance of light. I reach for the matches in my pocket. Ready to strike one, When I remember, they soaked my clothes in gasoline.
@PensivePost #ss Submitted by RiskyTrier
..with an option.
They place a matchbook in my pocket. "Here it gets dark down there," they laugh sadistically among themselves, tossing me into the wooden box.They drop my coffin into the ground.I hear them shoveling dirt into it, giggling and such. It's pitch black inside, no semblance of light. I reach for the matches in my pocket. Ready to strike one, When I remember, they soaked my clothes in gasoline.
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The Tuck in
It was 8pm and she was tidying her son's room as he brushed his teeth and washed up for the night. She put the toys back in their chest while he raced in and jumped under the covers.
"All done?" She asked smiling.
"Yeah!"
He said it in a tiring voice, crawling into the bed. She walked over and tucked the covers into every corner.
"It's too tight Mom" he said. "It'll help you quickly fall asleep, trust me. I'm going to do exactly the same for your sisters."
she smiled and kissed his forehead.
"Goodnight mom - wait...the closet!?, will you check please?"
"Of course honey", she opened the closet and made a show of peering in and looking around.
"Nope, nothing here" she assured him. He smiled, trusting his mother and closed his eyes. Before she closed the closet door she whispered into it with the shaking tremor.
"He can't move. Take him and leave the other two. Like we agreed. Please."
@PensivePost #ss Submitted by MoGhulisMoProblems
It was 8pm and she was tidying her son's room as he brushed his teeth and washed up for the night. She put the toys back in their chest while he raced in and jumped under the covers.
"All done?" She asked smiling.
"Yeah!"
He said it in a tiring voice, crawling into the bed. She walked over and tucked the covers into every corner.
"It's too tight Mom" he said. "It'll help you quickly fall asleep, trust me. I'm going to do exactly the same for your sisters."
she smiled and kissed his forehead.
"Goodnight mom - wait...the closet!?, will you check please?"
"Of course honey", she opened the closet and made a show of peering in and looking around.
"Nope, nothing here" she assured him. He smiled, trusting his mother and closed his eyes. Before she closed the closet door she whispered into it with the shaking tremor.
"He can't move. Take him and leave the other two. Like we agreed. Please."
@PensivePost #ss Submitted by MoGhulisMoProblems
My Daughter Is a Sensitive Child
She's such a socially awkward child, my daughter. And sensitive too. I can never come right out and tell her to do or not to do something. It makes her too upset, as if I've scolded her. I've recently tried to go the old-fashioned story telling route. Before bed every night, I tell her a story with a moral. Maybe it's a story about a lonely teddy bear who wouldn't share or a story about a pony who wouldn't speak up in class. This seems to be the gentlest way of getting the point across to her.Last night I made a mistake. All day long as I talked to her, I watched in growing frustration as her eyes darted around the room, looking everywhere but at me. That night I scooped her up in my arms and carried her to bed. I tucked her in tight and sat down next to her on the bed.
"Daddy, what's my story tonight?"
"Well, once upon a time there was a little girl.”
"Like me?" She asked excitedly.
“Yes, just like you honey.”
Now, this little girl was a very smart girl. But, she had a problem.
"What was it?"
"Well, I'll tell you. Whenever people spoke to this little girl, she wouldn't look at them. She'd look at the ceiling, or at the floor, or at a spot on the wall. One day, she was walking along in the woods when she came upon a witch. The witch said, oh what a good and smart girl! The girl said thank you, but she was looking up at the tops of the trees. This made the witch very angry. She grabbed the girl and too into a hut.”
“Why won't you look me in the eye, asked the witch?”
The girl said that she didn't know. She was very scared. Finally, the witch got so angry that she went around the forest, scooping out the eyes of the woodland creatures. She made a crown of eyes and placed it on the girl's head, so that no matter where the witch stood, the girl could always be looking at her.
I looked down at my daughter, who was looking back at me with wide opened eyes. I knew it then--I'd screwed up.
"But, of course, in real life, witches don't exist," I said, feeling ashamed of myself.
She only nodded. I went to bed, fully expecting my daughter to come running into my room in the middle of the night, scared by nightmares that I'd fueled with my story. To my surprise, she didn't. I found out the reason in the morning when I woke up. There, on the kitchen table was a crown. The eyes were different colors and sizes, all woven together by a pink band of optic nerves. My daughter stood next to them, looking proud and fearful at the same time. She lifted her blood-stained hands toward me.
"I made it so that I can always look at you, Daddy."
@PensivePost #ss Submitted by Middlenameredundant
She's such a socially awkward child, my daughter. And sensitive too. I can never come right out and tell her to do or not to do something. It makes her too upset, as if I've scolded her. I've recently tried to go the old-fashioned story telling route. Before bed every night, I tell her a story with a moral. Maybe it's a story about a lonely teddy bear who wouldn't share or a story about a pony who wouldn't speak up in class. This seems to be the gentlest way of getting the point across to her.Last night I made a mistake. All day long as I talked to her, I watched in growing frustration as her eyes darted around the room, looking everywhere but at me. That night I scooped her up in my arms and carried her to bed. I tucked her in tight and sat down next to her on the bed.
"Daddy, what's my story tonight?"
"Well, once upon a time there was a little girl.”
"Like me?" She asked excitedly.
“Yes, just like you honey.”
Now, this little girl was a very smart girl. But, she had a problem.
"What was it?"
"Well, I'll tell you. Whenever people spoke to this little girl, she wouldn't look at them. She'd look at the ceiling, or at the floor, or at a spot on the wall. One day, she was walking along in the woods when she came upon a witch. The witch said, oh what a good and smart girl! The girl said thank you, but she was looking up at the tops of the trees. This made the witch very angry. She grabbed the girl and too into a hut.”
“Why won't you look me in the eye, asked the witch?”
The girl said that she didn't know. She was very scared. Finally, the witch got so angry that she went around the forest, scooping out the eyes of the woodland creatures. She made a crown of eyes and placed it on the girl's head, so that no matter where the witch stood, the girl could always be looking at her.
I looked down at my daughter, who was looking back at me with wide opened eyes. I knew it then--I'd screwed up.
"But, of course, in real life, witches don't exist," I said, feeling ashamed of myself.
She only nodded. I went to bed, fully expecting my daughter to come running into my room in the middle of the night, scared by nightmares that I'd fueled with my story. To my surprise, she didn't. I found out the reason in the morning when I woke up. There, on the kitchen table was a crown. The eyes were different colors and sizes, all woven together by a pink band of optic nerves. My daughter stood next to them, looking proud and fearful at the same time. She lifted her blood-stained hands toward me.
"I made it so that I can always look at you, Daddy."
@PensivePost #ss Submitted by Middlenameredundant
XY135
"XY135" had hit the streets about 2 weeks ago. Rumours of a "cognition enhancing drug" had reached my friend-group, so when a friend of a friend told us he had a contact, we gave him a call.One pill each was what we agreed. Nothing more, nothing less. So on a Friday evening in late October we took XY135, all four of us. The effects of the pill itself had been enjoyable, albeit without the enhanced cognitive abilities that had been advertised.It was now Tuesday. Each of us reported headaches and slight dizziness, but nothing serious. We should have seen the warning signs when one of us was hospitalised, but we didn't. We visited, but the doctors said "we need to keep her away from external stimuli".Wednesday came around and my headaches were getting more severe, and were now accompanied by sporadically appearing black spots, flitting across my vision. The brief contact I'd had with the others who took XY135 revealed that they were experiencing similar effects.It was Thursday. I needed some space. Away from all these people, this life, this cramped city. The headaches were getting to me, the pressure building. I drove to the woods on the outskirts of town, struggling to concentrate through the ever increasing plague of ocular distractions. I shouldn't have been driving. I pulled over. The black spots were growing in size. I stumbled into the woods, lurching from tree to tree. Unaware of direction. The mounting pressure in my head making it hard to think. Hard to breathe. I dropped to a knee, pressed my hands to my head, closing my eyes to suppress the now fluid shapes, morphing into rorschach-like images dancing across my vision.This was getting too much. Fumbling with my phone, I managed to get Siri to ring the contact who sold us the drugs. I needed answers. A deep pounding was building in my head. A deep, repetitive thump which gnawed its way into my consciousness. I barely heard the phone ring as I collapsed, slipping into unconsciousness.The suited man stepped carefully around the tree and stared intently at the body lying on the floor 20 paces from him. He silenced the ringing phone in his hand and approached. The chest of the body still rose and fell rhythmically. After the press of a few buttons, he lifted the phone to his head:"Another failed batch. Tell the chemists 4/4 participants failed. XY135 needs recalling" ........ ... "Yes sir, brain damage again" ..... ....... "I understand. I'll have another test group lined up for Monday. Should I dispose of the evidence?" .... .... "Yes sir"With minimal expenditure, he lent forwards reaching his hands around the neck of the body beneath him, casually snapping the neck, then removing a GPS tracker from a pocket. He stood up, straightened his tie and mentally updated his tally: 135 tests, 0 success. It was time to try XY136, time to start the whole cycle over again.
@PensivePost #ss Submitted by TringposhDogwater
"XY135" had hit the streets about 2 weeks ago. Rumours of a "cognition enhancing drug" had reached my friend-group, so when a friend of a friend told us he had a contact, we gave him a call.One pill each was what we agreed. Nothing more, nothing less. So on a Friday evening in late October we took XY135, all four of us. The effects of the pill itself had been enjoyable, albeit without the enhanced cognitive abilities that had been advertised.It was now Tuesday. Each of us reported headaches and slight dizziness, but nothing serious. We should have seen the warning signs when one of us was hospitalised, but we didn't. We visited, but the doctors said "we need to keep her away from external stimuli".Wednesday came around and my headaches were getting more severe, and were now accompanied by sporadically appearing black spots, flitting across my vision. The brief contact I'd had with the others who took XY135 revealed that they were experiencing similar effects.It was Thursday. I needed some space. Away from all these people, this life, this cramped city. The headaches were getting to me, the pressure building. I drove to the woods on the outskirts of town, struggling to concentrate through the ever increasing plague of ocular distractions. I shouldn't have been driving. I pulled over. The black spots were growing in size. I stumbled into the woods, lurching from tree to tree. Unaware of direction. The mounting pressure in my head making it hard to think. Hard to breathe. I dropped to a knee, pressed my hands to my head, closing my eyes to suppress the now fluid shapes, morphing into rorschach-like images dancing across my vision.This was getting too much. Fumbling with my phone, I managed to get Siri to ring the contact who sold us the drugs. I needed answers. A deep pounding was building in my head. A deep, repetitive thump which gnawed its way into my consciousness. I barely heard the phone ring as I collapsed, slipping into unconsciousness.The suited man stepped carefully around the tree and stared intently at the body lying on the floor 20 paces from him. He silenced the ringing phone in his hand and approached. The chest of the body still rose and fell rhythmically. After the press of a few buttons, he lifted the phone to his head:"Another failed batch. Tell the chemists 4/4 participants failed. XY135 needs recalling" ........ ... "Yes sir, brain damage again" ..... ....... "I understand. I'll have another test group lined up for Monday. Should I dispose of the evidence?" .... .... "Yes sir"With minimal expenditure, he lent forwards reaching his hands around the neck of the body beneath him, casually snapping the neck, then removing a GPS tracker from a pocket. He stood up, straightened his tie and mentally updated his tally: 135 tests, 0 success. It was time to try XY136, time to start the whole cycle over again.
@PensivePost #ss Submitted by TringposhDogwater
"Why am I here?"
Where am I? Why am I so cold? The darkness I'm in, is embracing me tightly. A slight echo engulfs the room every time I breathe in. Suddenly I realize I'm actually sitting on the floor, with my legs placed in a “V-Shape”. I tried getting up but I'm tied to the wall by two large chains. I also realize my neck is chained to the wall, with a metal collar around my throat. I just want to know where the fuck I am.BOOM! A bright fluorescent light bursts into the room, painting the room white. It's so bright it takes me a moment to realize where I am. An empty room. Nothing but concrete around me. It is at this moment that I learn that I am naked. Why am I here? How long have I been here? What's the meaning of this? Those are just a few of the questions running through my mind. I'm afraid and confused at the same time. I try to make this as rational as possible but how can I make this situation rational when I'm tied to a wall and naked in a place I've never seen before. I look around, study my surroundings, as much as I can. Being a lawyer did help me understand situations, but goddamn it, not these kinds. Well, at least not in real life.And then I notice it. Between my legs, sits a large kitchen knife, right next to my exposed penis. I did not want to put two and two together as the first thing that popped in my head is cutting the chains with it, but there was something else. A note. “Do it, and I'll let your daughter go.”
@PensivePost #ss Submitted by ghostofapril
Where am I? Why am I so cold? The darkness I'm in, is embracing me tightly. A slight echo engulfs the room every time I breathe in. Suddenly I realize I'm actually sitting on the floor, with my legs placed in a “V-Shape”. I tried getting up but I'm tied to the wall by two large chains. I also realize my neck is chained to the wall, with a metal collar around my throat. I just want to know where the fuck I am.BOOM! A bright fluorescent light bursts into the room, painting the room white. It's so bright it takes me a moment to realize where I am. An empty room. Nothing but concrete around me. It is at this moment that I learn that I am naked. Why am I here? How long have I been here? What's the meaning of this? Those are just a few of the questions running through my mind. I'm afraid and confused at the same time. I try to make this as rational as possible but how can I make this situation rational when I'm tied to a wall and naked in a place I've never seen before. I look around, study my surroundings, as much as I can. Being a lawyer did help me understand situations, but goddamn it, not these kinds. Well, at least not in real life.And then I notice it. Between my legs, sits a large kitchen knife, right next to my exposed penis. I did not want to put two and two together as the first thing that popped in my head is cutting the chains with it, but there was something else. A note. “Do it, and I'll let your daughter go.”
@PensivePost #ss Submitted by ghostofapril
He Stood Against My Window
I don't know why I looked up, but when I did I saw him there. He stood against my window. His forehead rested against the glass, and his eyes were still and light and he smiled a lipstick-red, cartoonish grin. And he just stood there in the window. My wife was upstairs sleeping, my son was in his crib and I couldn't move I froze and watched him looking past me through the glass.
Oh, please no. His smile never moved but he put a hand up and slid it down the glass, watching me. With matted hair and yellow skin and face through the window.
I couldn't do anything. I just stayed there, frozen, feet still in the bushes I was pruning, looking into my home. He stood against my window.
Don't be scared of the monsters, just look for them. Look to your left, to your right, under your bed, behind your dresser, in your closet but never look up, she hates being seen.
@PensivePost #ss
I don't know why I looked up, but when I did I saw him there. He stood against my window. His forehead rested against the glass, and his eyes were still and light and he smiled a lipstick-red, cartoonish grin. And he just stood there in the window. My wife was upstairs sleeping, my son was in his crib and I couldn't move I froze and watched him looking past me through the glass.
Oh, please no. His smile never moved but he put a hand up and slid it down the glass, watching me. With matted hair and yellow skin and face through the window.
I couldn't do anything. I just stayed there, frozen, feet still in the bushes I was pruning, looking into my home. He stood against my window.
Don't be scared of the monsters, just look for them. Look to your left, to your right, under your bed, behind your dresser, in your closet but never look up, she hates being seen.
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In The Rain..
Her eyes was sparkling like stars
Trying to balance herself
Like a falling leaf from the cold wind..
Beautifull voice want to speak but
The rain drops tooks the words away..
The rain wasn't ready to leave her
And now the place looks like midnight zone ,
The shady not let her find air..
Trying to arise in the rain but
A stranger throwing rocks on her head..
The rain drop felts like stranger
Shed tears under the beautifull shady sky
Only moon could show her in the dusk.
Now her feelings buring her heart
As a coal in the fire ,
She finally closed her eyes
Like birds say goodbyes to sun.
#review #poem #ss
Her eyes was sparkling like stars
Trying to balance herself
Like a falling leaf from the cold wind..
Beautifull voice want to speak but
The rain drops tooks the words away..
The rain wasn't ready to leave her
And now the place looks like midnight zone ,
The shady not let her find air..
Trying to arise in the rain but
A stranger throwing rocks on her head..
The rain drop felts like stranger
Shed tears under the beautifull shady sky
Only moon could show her in the dusk.
Now her feelings buring her heart
As a coal in the fire ,
She finally closed her eyes
Like birds say goodbyes to sun.
#review #poem #ss
Embarking the journey of stories
Wishes are crazy at times. Something similar was hers, to fly high by travelling alone. The cab driver was modest and generous in helping with her luggage. As her tiny arms struggled to hold it altogether, those black dowed eyes struck at the golden shimmer. It was 3AM and for the first time, she felt the time not to be odd.
Vast and huge, the golden lit glass building was too high to be covered by her sight. The soothing silence and the calm weather was worth a view.
The cool breeze shoved those little fringes on her moonlit face, but all she could feel was being mesmerized by the airport's view. Awestruck, Kyra thought it was just a means of travel like any other for many. "Why isn't travel recognised as a view of nature and life?" Kyra sweetly mumbled.
She entered the terminal, and walked in excited to see the skies meet the rays of light. As she checked in and moved ahead for security scan, there were people with grumpy and poker faces. Like it is some daily duty they do! "I can't wait to move ahead," Kyra said aloud. The lady next to her sweetly smiled asking if she was going home. "Not at all, I am visiting an unknown place to explore," she whispered with excitement. Kyra felt the lady could have been astonished. She has the knack to understand the facial expressions. Soon, as Kyra entered the lobby after drooling over all the amazing products available to shop. She shrugged thinking this was the time when wanderers like her would feel "Oh! I wish I was rich!". Being a smart woman, Kyra explained her gloomy brains to cheer up with the statistics of how these stores charge over the counter. As she sat down on the sofa, it felt good for her tired system. "Ah, finally my tiny feet can rest." she happily mumbled.
Time ticks but there is lot more to explore, she thought. She grabbed a cup of coffee at the Starbucks, plugged in earphones and turned on the music. As the warm sweet moisture embraced her rose smitted lips, she heard a cute baby crying for a candy. "Cuteness personified," she thought dreamily. Soon, Kyra turned off the music and started wandering in her mind.
How busy peoples lives have turned. Airport is something more than just travelling. Two love birds holding on excited to explore their new adventure or a busy doctor assuring himself that the operation scheduled would be successful. People talk aloud sometimes which makes words travel on its own paving way to your mind area. There were stories around and alive. Stories which are beautiful in its own way. A man next to her was on a video call, assuring that he would be safe. But what caught Kyra her keen attention was an old lady, who was helped to sit down by the airline attender. She had tears. Pain succumbed all over the lady's face, and this pricked her sensitive heart. Soon, she grabbed a water bottle, went over and offered her. The lady smiled gloomily and as she quenched her thirst, she held Kyra's hand. Kyra could sense the trembles and her wrinkled wounded skin explained everything. As the announcement was made and time was up for the flight. Kyra went on to grab her baggage. Before she could lift her head and see, she knew that the charming pilot and air hostesses were walking past. They generally have an alarming odour.
She stood waiting, for her turn to enter the flight. Funny fact was people are obsessed with selfies and here she was, all alone enjoying the view of the vast airplanes and the skies. As she entered the airplane, Kyra cheered herself saying "It's time for some adventure".
#suan
#shortstory #ss #unedited #draft
#review
Wishes are crazy at times. Something similar was hers, to fly high by travelling alone. The cab driver was modest and generous in helping with her luggage. As her tiny arms struggled to hold it altogether, those black dowed eyes struck at the golden shimmer. It was 3AM and for the first time, she felt the time not to be odd.
Vast and huge, the golden lit glass building was too high to be covered by her sight. The soothing silence and the calm weather was worth a view.
The cool breeze shoved those little fringes on her moonlit face, but all she could feel was being mesmerized by the airport's view. Awestruck, Kyra thought it was just a means of travel like any other for many. "Why isn't travel recognised as a view of nature and life?" Kyra sweetly mumbled.
She entered the terminal, and walked in excited to see the skies meet the rays of light. As she checked in and moved ahead for security scan, there were people with grumpy and poker faces. Like it is some daily duty they do! "I can't wait to move ahead," Kyra said aloud. The lady next to her sweetly smiled asking if she was going home. "Not at all, I am visiting an unknown place to explore," she whispered with excitement. Kyra felt the lady could have been astonished. She has the knack to understand the facial expressions. Soon, as Kyra entered the lobby after drooling over all the amazing products available to shop. She shrugged thinking this was the time when wanderers like her would feel "Oh! I wish I was rich!". Being a smart woman, Kyra explained her gloomy brains to cheer up with the statistics of how these stores charge over the counter. As she sat down on the sofa, it felt good for her tired system. "Ah, finally my tiny feet can rest." she happily mumbled.
Time ticks but there is lot more to explore, she thought. She grabbed a cup of coffee at the Starbucks, plugged in earphones and turned on the music. As the warm sweet moisture embraced her rose smitted lips, she heard a cute baby crying for a candy. "Cuteness personified," she thought dreamily. Soon, Kyra turned off the music and started wandering in her mind.
How busy peoples lives have turned. Airport is something more than just travelling. Two love birds holding on excited to explore their new adventure or a busy doctor assuring himself that the operation scheduled would be successful. People talk aloud sometimes which makes words travel on its own paving way to your mind area. There were stories around and alive. Stories which are beautiful in its own way. A man next to her was on a video call, assuring that he would be safe. But what caught Kyra her keen attention was an old lady, who was helped to sit down by the airline attender. She had tears. Pain succumbed all over the lady's face, and this pricked her sensitive heart. Soon, she grabbed a water bottle, went over and offered her. The lady smiled gloomily and as she quenched her thirst, she held Kyra's hand. Kyra could sense the trembles and her wrinkled wounded skin explained everything. As the announcement was made and time was up for the flight. Kyra went on to grab her baggage. Before she could lift her head and see, she knew that the charming pilot and air hostesses were walking past. They generally have an alarming odour.
She stood waiting, for her turn to enter the flight. Funny fact was people are obsessed with selfies and here she was, all alone enjoying the view of the vast airplanes and the skies. As she entered the airplane, Kyra cheered herself saying "It's time for some adventure".
#suan
#shortstory #ss #unedited #draft
#review
But what are we?
If not fallen warriors.
Don't we all fight with ourselves everyday?
Trying to escape who we are.
Trying to be the person they want us to be.
But, we are just young and dumb.
Obsessed with winning every race
And haven't we won?
By not dreaming our own dreams.
By not flying with our own wings.
By only seeing the dreams they want us to see.
By only flying with the wings they stitched for us.
If we start to fight with society
Instead of ourselves
Maybe we can still remember
How to fly
#review #ss #poetry
If not fallen warriors.
Don't we all fight with ourselves everyday?
Trying to escape who we are.
Trying to be the person they want us to be.
But, we are just young and dumb.
Obsessed with winning every race
And haven't we won?
By not dreaming our own dreams.
By not flying with our own wings.
By only seeing the dreams they want us to see.
By only flying with the wings they stitched for us.
If we start to fight with society
Instead of ourselves
Maybe we can still remember
How to fly
#review #ss #poetry
#review
#poetry
#ss
IMidnight calm and quite, no horror just love,
making fun, you and me, stay at the corner of balcony.
Sweet grapes wine, your oozing sip on mine,
resting on your arm, in me, you taste in line.
The love you shower, I still remember,
the black onyx ring you drop into my finger,
When I ask what for, you hold me close,
slowly whisper it won't break our bond.
What has happened, things got changed,
now I see you're with another girl
Another black onyx, same as I have,
rest in her wrist in bracelet form.
#poetry
#ss
IMidnight calm and quite, no horror just love,
making fun, you and me, stay at the corner of balcony.
Sweet grapes wine, your oozing sip on mine,
resting on your arm, in me, you taste in line.
The love you shower, I still remember,
the black onyx ring you drop into my finger,
When I ask what for, you hold me close,
slowly whisper it won't break our bond.
What has happened, things got changed,
now I see you're with another girl
Another black onyx, same as I have,
rest in her wrist in bracelet form.
#review
#poetry
#ss
Mom
You plant a seed in your womb,
with the time, a little flower bloom,
around ten months, you bear the pain,
very months are nothing as love deceives pain.
In your arms I feel secure,
Your charm nature makes me allure,
In your eyes, I see the light
and your words makes me delight.
The sweet lullabies, sung by you
are the best and I love you.
Every time, you're with me,
my little heart is filled with glee.
The flower you planted in the past,
now very young and has a good heart.
I'll make you proud,
that time will arrive soon.
#poetry
#ss
Mom
You plant a seed in your womb,
with the time, a little flower bloom,
around ten months, you bear the pain,
very months are nothing as love deceives pain.
In your arms I feel secure,
Your charm nature makes me allure,
In your eyes, I see the light
and your words makes me delight.
The sweet lullabies, sung by you
are the best and I love you.
Every time, you're with me,
my little heart is filled with glee.
The flower you planted in the past,
now very young and has a good heart.
I'll make you proud,
that time will arrive soon.