l i f e L i f e r
after the middle war
due to the strong shut effects
of the bullet, he fell down on the ground
of their side.
when he opened his eyes he saw
a different view
the soldiers were of not the same as him
when gently asked
the roaming guards about
his unwanted position
Thee said:
you are now under the control of the enemy side.
don't panic or don't try to escape.
what?
he asked for himself.
with a few steps walk,
he reached a dark mountain
that maybe of as old as the earth.
He saw to the crystal clear water drops
and thought of the days he spent
on the lap of his battle soil.
In sudden, with the hidden knife,
he cut down his throat.
the thoughts and the fear both flaw
with the cold water flow:)
#review
#microtale
#sb
after the middle war
due to the strong shut effects
of the bullet, he fell down on the ground
of their side.
when he opened his eyes he saw
a different view
the soldiers were of not the same as him
when gently asked
the roaming guards about
his unwanted position
Thee said:
you are now under the control of the enemy side.
don't panic or don't try to escape.
what?
he asked for himself.
with a few steps walk,
he reached a dark mountain
that maybe of as old as the earth.
He saw to the crystal clear water drops
and thought of the days he spent
on the lap of his battle soil.
In sudden, with the hidden knife,
he cut down his throat.
the thoughts and the fear both flaw
with the cold water flow:)
#review
#microtale
#sb
#microtale #review
There happened to be me, strolling down the road when the rain splashed all over me, and never can I feel more better in such rain. For long time, there has been no rain. Now it has, I felt it in a way to taste and consume every drop of it. I had my old armchair whose edges got wet, shabby smitten with the flunged on dust, parasites who sleep on them. I sat there, watched the street on my half wet chair and almost slept. The first rain. Someone knocked at the door, and when I opened it, it wasn't the usual sales. It was him, the person whom I never can forgive, yet never can forget. He was all so much wet in the rain, I couldn't see the tears in his eyes. Mom was standing besides us. He was trembling, was he from the numbing cold? He sat there, you see, that old sofa, and said in quiet voice. Amisha was so badly mutilated. I tried. The docs tried so bad. I can live without her. But how can I live with her invisible presence, all the time? I looked at my hands, yes, spots of blood, and so can I hear the docs saying I'm beyond saving. I wish I could've been with him. My ex. Bit more. I don't love him anymore. But I remember him always. And that stops me always to be in the solitude of memories.
There happened to be me, strolling down the road when the rain splashed all over me, and never can I feel more better in such rain. For long time, there has been no rain. Now it has, I felt it in a way to taste and consume every drop of it. I had my old armchair whose edges got wet, shabby smitten with the flunged on dust, parasites who sleep on them. I sat there, watched the street on my half wet chair and almost slept. The first rain. Someone knocked at the door, and when I opened it, it wasn't the usual sales. It was him, the person whom I never can forgive, yet never can forget. He was all so much wet in the rain, I couldn't see the tears in his eyes. Mom was standing besides us. He was trembling, was he from the numbing cold? He sat there, you see, that old sofa, and said in quiet voice. Amisha was so badly mutilated. I tried. The docs tried so bad. I can live without her. But how can I live with her invisible presence, all the time? I looked at my hands, yes, spots of blood, and so can I hear the docs saying I'm beyond saving. I wish I could've been with him. My ex. Bit more. I don't love him anymore. But I remember him always. And that stops me always to be in the solitude of memories.
Unmeddingly,
the nights are brighter than they seem...🔅
And days are darker than they feel...⚫️
#review #shriti #microtale
the nights are brighter than they seem...🔅
And days are darker than they feel...⚫️
#review #shriti #microtale
I started shivering, goosebumps on my body, thunder stroke in my heart, chaos in my brain, when I opened my eyes there was darkness, grabbed myself in between folded legs and my hands wrapped around it, it all happened when you left me without saying a single word. #review #sn #microtale
#microtale
#Aarushi
#review
It seemed as though something, or rather, someone, was running towards me, as if running through the red and yellow hued sunset.
The being came nearer....
It was him! Cerberus, my pet cum best friend, named after the three-headed dog from hell, after two months, that too on the same day the last close family member of mine died a mysterious death.
But he was different now, his eyes, earlier a mesmerizing mix of blue and grey, were now darker than the blackest night. His fur seemed to have a tinge of the colors of fire, red and yellow.
Yes, something had changed, but he is back.
#Aarushi
#review
It seemed as though something, or rather, someone, was running towards me, as if running through the red and yellow hued sunset.
The being came nearer....
It was him! Cerberus, my pet cum best friend, named after the three-headed dog from hell, after two months, that too on the same day the last close family member of mine died a mysterious death.
But he was different now, his eyes, earlier a mesmerizing mix of blue and grey, were now darker than the blackest night. His fur seemed to have a tinge of the colors of fire, red and yellow.
Yes, something had changed, but he is back.
#microtale
#Aarushi
#review
It seemed as though something, or rather, someone, was running towards me, as if running through the red and yellow hued sunset.
The being came nearer....
It was him! Cerebrus, my pet cum best friend, named after the three-headed dog from hell, after two months, that too on the same day the last close family member of mine died a mysterious death.
But he was different now, his eyes, earlier a mesmerizing mix of blue and grey, were now darker than the blackest night. His fur seemed to have a tinge of the colors of fire, red and yellow.
Yes, something had changed, but he is back.
#Aarushi
#review
It seemed as though something, or rather, someone, was running towards me, as if running through the red and yellow hued sunset.
The being came nearer....
It was him! Cerebrus, my pet cum best friend, named after the three-headed dog from hell, after two months, that too on the same day the last close family member of mine died a mysterious death.
But he was different now, his eyes, earlier a mesmerizing mix of blue and grey, were now darker than the blackest night. His fur seemed to have a tinge of the colors of fire, red and yellow.
Yes, something had changed, but he is back.
#review
#microtale
#horror
I never saw Martin looking outside the window, but he wasn't focussing too. So when I asked him at the end of his first new school day, how he liked it...he smiled little.
" It was interesting..I guess.."
" So, " my face lit up cause most children are scared and shy to open up. Martin eased himself on the chair as if he has been walking round this place long ago. I saw he has a natural easiness, I cannot describe it...it was something which still I find very queer.
" ...which class was interesting? "
" No one. "
" You found no class interesting? The painting class? How was it? "
Martin nodded his head. He was looking behind me actually, but I don't know what is there to look behind me at the dull wall.
" So, what you found so interesting, Martin? "
Martin didn't feel to answer, but guessed he should talk bit with the principal. And so he did.
" The students who just dissapeared. That was interesting. "
" Disappeared? Who people Martin? "
Martin looked straight at me and chuckled. " Those people in class who disappeared. I wish I could've done so too. "
I wasn't so sure what the hell he was talking about. As I know, no kids leave the class just like that. Never did that happen.
" Martin you okay son? "
Martin suddenly asked me but didn't reply. " Why they disappear? They also don't like studying? "
I got off from my chair and went to him. The boy has a faded golden tinge on his hair colour, and his eyes are deep blue. He is a very quiet child, and sometimes he likes to play his mouthorgan when he is quiet. But no child ever told me these odd things in their first day in school.
" Who have disappeared Martin? Tell me now. "
Martin got bit scared. He looked at my face silently, and saw I wasn't going to beat him. So he started to say.
" Four people like me, but wearing red dress instead of us. They were sitting but weren't opening any book. I thought they are new ones like me too. But they all suddenly disappeared. I saw them. "
I tried to understand why will a child suddenly make up a story. " And that didn't scare you? You can tell me, because I will tell no one. Not even your dad or mum. "
Martin didn't even bothered to listen. He seemed to enjoy what was going on.
" You see people disappearing sometimes? Martin? "
He got up from the chair and went to the window. It was evening, the sunlight has made his hairs a little golden crown.
" He won't hurt you. You are good. "
" Who? " I for a time felt, that he wasn't acting or joking. Everything is happening really, and it's that we all but him are blind to these.
" The man who disappeared just now. " Martin looked at me, his eyes half shadowed.
" Where you saw him now? "
" Behind you. " Martin turned his head again. I didn't dare to look behind my back. It's getting to Christmas, and half of the school is empty now. I never saw a kid again with a strong imagination. I turned around. Slowly. To face the wall.
Nothing.
But a bit fresh mud on the floor, right behind me, as if someone has been standing there.
" Where is that man now Martin? "
Martin smiled at me. He didn't answer, just smiled and glanced off. Then he pointed out his finger to the window, outside.
A tall dark man stood there, half covered in blood. He then fell off the river.
Sometimes we see what we shouldn't see. Isn't it, Martin?
#microtale
#horror
I never saw Martin looking outside the window, but he wasn't focussing too. So when I asked him at the end of his first new school day, how he liked it...he smiled little.
" It was interesting..I guess.."
" So, " my face lit up cause most children are scared and shy to open up. Martin eased himself on the chair as if he has been walking round this place long ago. I saw he has a natural easiness, I cannot describe it...it was something which still I find very queer.
" ...which class was interesting? "
" No one. "
" You found no class interesting? The painting class? How was it? "
Martin nodded his head. He was looking behind me actually, but I don't know what is there to look behind me at the dull wall.
" So, what you found so interesting, Martin? "
Martin didn't feel to answer, but guessed he should talk bit with the principal. And so he did.
" The students who just dissapeared. That was interesting. "
" Disappeared? Who people Martin? "
Martin looked straight at me and chuckled. " Those people in class who disappeared. I wish I could've done so too. "
I wasn't so sure what the hell he was talking about. As I know, no kids leave the class just like that. Never did that happen.
" Martin you okay son? "
Martin suddenly asked me but didn't reply. " Why they disappear? They also don't like studying? "
I got off from my chair and went to him. The boy has a faded golden tinge on his hair colour, and his eyes are deep blue. He is a very quiet child, and sometimes he likes to play his mouthorgan when he is quiet. But no child ever told me these odd things in their first day in school.
" Who have disappeared Martin? Tell me now. "
Martin got bit scared. He looked at my face silently, and saw I wasn't going to beat him. So he started to say.
" Four people like me, but wearing red dress instead of us. They were sitting but weren't opening any book. I thought they are new ones like me too. But they all suddenly disappeared. I saw them. "
I tried to understand why will a child suddenly make up a story. " And that didn't scare you? You can tell me, because I will tell no one. Not even your dad or mum. "
Martin didn't even bothered to listen. He seemed to enjoy what was going on.
" You see people disappearing sometimes? Martin? "
He got up from the chair and went to the window. It was evening, the sunlight has made his hairs a little golden crown.
" He won't hurt you. You are good. "
" Who? " I for a time felt, that he wasn't acting or joking. Everything is happening really, and it's that we all but him are blind to these.
" The man who disappeared just now. " Martin looked at me, his eyes half shadowed.
" Where you saw him now? "
" Behind you. " Martin turned his head again. I didn't dare to look behind my back. It's getting to Christmas, and half of the school is empty now. I never saw a kid again with a strong imagination. I turned around. Slowly. To face the wall.
Nothing.
But a bit fresh mud on the floor, right behind me, as if someone has been standing there.
" Where is that man now Martin? "
Martin smiled at me. He didn't answer, just smiled and glanced off. Then he pointed out his finger to the window, outside.
A tall dark man stood there, half covered in blood. He then fell off the river.
Sometimes we see what we shouldn't see. Isn't it, Martin?
#review#review #microtale#microtale
#Einstestine#Einstestine
"Parallel's unparallel tale"
Atlast, both of them saw
eachother.
But before they meet, both could already tell that there was a monster coming towards them. the smell of blood on their swords was stronger than ammonia, the raw hunger in their eyes had become a permanent trait that goes against the nature. They both stop at a distance as if they are giving a last chance of escape to anything between them. The clouds , the air, even the life lost it's voice as they touch their swords. The black clouds that rumble on everything in existence, tightly shut their mouths . As they pulled out their swords, both of their nauture got reflected by it, in the whole area, the shiniest object in the forest. As the swords keep shining while blinding the sun, they leap towards eachother, clouds burst in exclaimed and the thunder strike the earth but before it could even reached the ground, it was over.
Now their backs are facing eachother, the result of the battle seperated the forest in two groups, but who won? Their backs are still facing one another, they both slowly turn and gaze at eachother.
They both understood that they were eachother's conclusion.
But the story is yet to be completed, so they both take a deep look at eachother, now they were ready to swallow the utter shame, and slowly put their swords back, as the first time in their life their sword felt heavy.
The strangled life in the forest started to revive as they move farther and farther away.
END
while writing a story, sometimes it's really hard to truly depict the surroundings or what's going on beside our characters it's one of my weaker aspects in writing so i tried something here, hope you all can give me some tips.
#Einstestine#Einstestine
"Parallel's unparallel tale"
Atlast, both of them saw
eachother.
But before they meet, both could already tell that there was a monster coming towards them. the smell of blood on their swords was stronger than ammonia, the raw hunger in their eyes had become a permanent trait that goes against the nature. They both stop at a distance as if they are giving a last chance of escape to anything between them. The clouds , the air, even the life lost it's voice as they touch their swords. The black clouds that rumble on everything in existence, tightly shut their mouths . As they pulled out their swords, both of their nauture got reflected by it, in the whole area, the shiniest object in the forest. As the swords keep shining while blinding the sun, they leap towards eachother, clouds burst in exclaimed and the thunder strike the earth but before it could even reached the ground, it was over.
Now their backs are facing eachother, the result of the battle seperated the forest in two groups, but who won? Their backs are still facing one another, they both slowly turn and gaze at eachother.
They both understood that they were eachother's conclusion.
But the story is yet to be completed, so they both take a deep look at eachother, now they were ready to swallow the utter shame, and slowly put their swords back, as the first time in their life their sword felt heavy.
The strangled life in the forest started to revive as they move farther and farther away.
END
while writing a story, sometimes it's really hard to truly depict the surroundings or what's going on beside our characters it's one of my weaker aspects in writing so i tried something here, hope you all can give me some tips.
#review
#Aarushi
#microtale
" Mom, since God has created all of us, he must know the languages and the meaning of all of them, right"?
"Of course, dear".
"Then why does he not understand the tears of stray animals and homeless people"?
#Aarushi
#microtale
" Mom, since God has created all of us, he must know the languages and the meaning of all of them, right"?
"Of course, dear".
"Then why does he not understand the tears of stray animals and homeless people"?
#review #dot #microtale
Run, run life is a race my son.
Why should I run, papa?
You have to win.
Win? Which race should I have to win?I can't see any track. Where's the track?
Your childhood, your youth will be the track.
When should I stop papa?
Unless you achieve the topper's crown, unless you get a lift to the topmost post.
Papa, my dreams of being a painter is crushed.
Let it be.
Papa, my wishes of being a player is trodden.
Let it go.
Papa, my aspiration.......
Don't look back, only ahead.
My burdened heart hurts papa.
Little more, my son.
My windless lungs ache, papa.
Don't stop, my son.
My loneliness kills me papa.
Last lap, my son.
My humanity cries, papa.
Crown awaits.
Congrats my son, you are the winner!
O, really? But I am no more a human being, I am a rat now. Yes, the winner of this rat race.
Run, run life is a race my son.
Why should I run, papa?
You have to win.
Win? Which race should I have to win?I can't see any track. Where's the track?
Your childhood, your youth will be the track.
When should I stop papa?
Unless you achieve the topper's crown, unless you get a lift to the topmost post.
Papa, my dreams of being a painter is crushed.
Let it be.
Papa, my wishes of being a player is trodden.
Let it go.
Papa, my aspiration.......
Don't look back, only ahead.
My burdened heart hurts papa.
Little more, my son.
My windless lungs ache, papa.
Don't stop, my son.
My loneliness kills me papa.
Last lap, my son.
My humanity cries, papa.
Crown awaits.
Congrats my son, you are the winner!
O, really? But I am no more a human being, I am a rat now. Yes, the winner of this rat race.
"Parallel's unparallel tale"
Finally, they both saw eachother.
But before they meet, both could already tell that there was a monster coming towards them. the smell of blood was etched in their swords. The raw hunger in their eyes had become a permanent trait that revolt against the nature. They both stop at a distance to give a last chance of escape to anything between them. The clouds , the air, even the life lost it's voice as they touched their swords. The black clouds that rumbles on everything in existence, tightly shut their mouths . As they pulled out their swords, both of their nature got reflected by it, in the whole area, the shiniest object in the forest. As the swords kept it shine while blinding the sun, they leap towards eachother, clouds bursts in exclaimed and the thunder striked the earth but before it could even reach the ground, it was over.
Now their backs are facing eachother, the result of the battle seperated the whole forest in two groups, everything wanted to know who won. Their backs are still facing eachother, they both slowly turns and gazed at eachother.
They both understood that they were eachother's conclusion,
But the story was yet to be written, so they both take a deep look at eachother and in their minds they bowed to eachother's teacher, now they were ready to swallow the utter shame, and slowly put their swords back, as the first time in their life their swords felt heavy.
The strangled life in the forest started to revive as they move farther and farther away.
END
while writing a story, sometimes it's really hard to truly depict the surroundings and what's going on beside our characters it's one of my weaker aspects in writing so i tried something here, hope you all can give me some tips.
#review #microtale
#Einstestine
Finally, they both saw eachother.
But before they meet, both could already tell that there was a monster coming towards them. the smell of blood was etched in their swords. The raw hunger in their eyes had become a permanent trait that revolt against the nature. They both stop at a distance to give a last chance of escape to anything between them. The clouds , the air, even the life lost it's voice as they touched their swords. The black clouds that rumbles on everything in existence, tightly shut their mouths . As they pulled out their swords, both of their nature got reflected by it, in the whole area, the shiniest object in the forest. As the swords kept it shine while blinding the sun, they leap towards eachother, clouds bursts in exclaimed and the thunder striked the earth but before it could even reach the ground, it was over.
Now their backs are facing eachother, the result of the battle seperated the whole forest in two groups, everything wanted to know who won. Their backs are still facing eachother, they both slowly turns and gazed at eachother.
They both understood that they were eachother's conclusion,
But the story was yet to be written, so they both take a deep look at eachother and in their minds they bowed to eachother's teacher, now they were ready to swallow the utter shame, and slowly put their swords back, as the first time in their life their swords felt heavy.
The strangled life in the forest started to revive as they move farther and farther away.
END
while writing a story, sometimes it's really hard to truly depict the surroundings and what's going on beside our characters it's one of my weaker aspects in writing so i tried something here, hope you all can give me some tips.
#review #microtale
#Einstestine
"Parallel's unparallel tale"
Finally, they both saw eachother.
But before they meet, both could already tell that there was a monster coming towards them. the smell of blood was etched in their swords. The raw hunger in their eyes had become a permanent trait that revolt against the nature. They both stop at a distance to give a last chance of escape to anything between them. The clouds , the air, even the life lost it's voice as they touched their swords. The black clouds that rumbles on everything in existence, tightly shut their mouths . As they pulled out their swords, both of their nature got reflected by it, in the whole area, the shiniest object in the forest. As the swords kept it shine while blinding the sun, they leap towards eachother, clouds bursts in exclaimed and the thunder striked the earth but before it could even reach the ground, it was over.
Now their backs are facing eachother, the result of the battle seperated the whole forest in two groups, everything wanted to know who won. Their backs are still facing eachother, they both slowly turns and gazed at eachother.They both understood that they were eachother's conclusion,
But the story was yet to be written, so they both took a deep look at eachother and in their minds they bowed to eachother's teacher, now they were ready to swallow the utter shame, and slowly put their swords back, as the first time in their life their swords felt heavy.
The strangled life in the forest started to revive as they move farther and farther away.
END
while writing a story, sometimes it's really hard to truly depict the surroundings and what's going on beside our characters it's one of my weaker aspects in writing so i tried something here, hope you all can give me some tips.
#review #microtale
#Einstestine
Finally, they both saw eachother.
But before they meet, both could already tell that there was a monster coming towards them. the smell of blood was etched in their swords. The raw hunger in their eyes had become a permanent trait that revolt against the nature. They both stop at a distance to give a last chance of escape to anything between them. The clouds , the air, even the life lost it's voice as they touched their swords. The black clouds that rumbles on everything in existence, tightly shut their mouths . As they pulled out their swords, both of their nature got reflected by it, in the whole area, the shiniest object in the forest. As the swords kept it shine while blinding the sun, they leap towards eachother, clouds bursts in exclaimed and the thunder striked the earth but before it could even reach the ground, it was over.
Now their backs are facing eachother, the result of the battle seperated the whole forest in two groups, everything wanted to know who won. Their backs are still facing eachother, they both slowly turns and gazed at eachother.They both understood that they were eachother's conclusion,
But the story was yet to be written, so they both took a deep look at eachother and in their minds they bowed to eachother's teacher, now they were ready to swallow the utter shame, and slowly put their swords back, as the first time in their life their swords felt heavy.
The strangled life in the forest started to revive as they move farther and farther away.
END
while writing a story, sometimes it's really hard to truly depict the surroundings and what's going on beside our characters it's one of my weaker aspects in writing so i tried something here, hope you all can give me some tips.
#review #microtale
#Einstestine
#review
"Vikas, you seem distracted and sleepy in class today. What happened?"
"Oh yaar, the AC wasn't working properly last night"
The bruises on his back and arms,
fresh from last night,
hurt whenever he moved.
#microtale #ranjiwrites
"Vikas, you seem distracted and sleepy in class today. What happened?"
"Oh yaar, the AC wasn't working properly last night"
The bruises on his back and arms,
fresh from last night,
hurt whenever he moved.
#microtale #ranjiwrites
#review
#microtale
#aarushi
" You said it is blind and won't be able to find us if we hide nicely enough, didn't you?"
" I did say that, but...."
"But what dumbo, I feel it coming our way!"
" The thing is, it can feel us too. Our tears, fear, the blood flowing in our veins, it can feel it all."
#microtale
#aarushi
" You said it is blind and won't be able to find us if we hide nicely enough, didn't you?"
" I did say that, but...."
"But what dumbo, I feel it coming our way!"
" The thing is, it can feel us too. Our tears, fear, the blood flowing in our veins, it can feel it all."