Tag: Fiction
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[110] Forgetful Dance
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bit by bit my skin wears off To see your true colours has been harrowing for my bones they demand a sight coupled with denial My body resists its shedding as your words slice it again & again bit by bit melting away like the resolve i had for you when you met me besides the…
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[109] Reflection Of Each Other
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Thinking of unfulfilled dreams and hopeless hopes I turn my attention outwards to the expressionless faces that repress characters in favour of an impression they want to have on me oblivious to each other’s truthful thoughts as we nod to the fabrication of our souls scared of a misunderstanding and an acceptance of a lie…
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[104] A Story With No Ending
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The anguish your lips make me feel defeat the constant melancholy I feel For they don’t touch my lips nor do they open for my ears They stay put Opening only to close breathing only to swallow words back while my mind conjures what you didn’t say and twisting what you didn’t mean Alas, I am…
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[104] A Story With No Ending
The anguish your lips make me feel defeat the constant melancholy I feel For they don’t touch my lips nor they open for my ears They stay put Opening only to close breathing only to swallow words back while my mind conjures what you didn’t say and twisting what you didn’t mean Alas, I am a…
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[99] The Melancholy Night 1 – Chasing Sleep
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It’s 4:30 AM I cannot sleep. I’m in the grips of insomnia. Thoughts are fleeting and I no longer have the energy to make them stop. It’s no longer the individual thoughts that hurt me, its the collective pace of them all that makes them unrecognizable. Only the feeling remains, the facts are aloof. I…
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[83] Nana Rosy
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In the darkness, I see the truth. Not the darkness that resembles a vignette but an utter darkness that engulfs you in its void. It resembles the night sky and the truth illuminates like the moon, but sometimes it is like a blink and miss when the lightning strikes. Then you wait for the lightning…
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[48] Which is the witch?
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Two oldies are walking down the village road and they find themselves in front of a house that is emitting smoke. “Something on fire aye. It’s coming from the chimney” “Na man that’s the election of the pope” “Yah, I’ve read it in one of those, what do you call it, internet, if the smoke…
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[43] Do I Still Have Time?
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She didn’t react to my behaviour. Nor did she express any contempt. But all I could hear in her footsteps and the saintly silence with which she worked, all I could hear was reaction and contempt. I am a child of my mother. My age is 22, and I have no job. Not because I…
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[42] Water Kills You
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The story is inspired by the Writing Prompt – “100% of people who drink water will die” sounds like a dumb statistic, but you are 900 years old and very thirsty. Enjoy! ——— “Dude you’ve got to meet this guy. He looks so… different but speaks so wise. Have you seen “The Man from Earth” where…
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[34] Duality Personality
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My consciousness reaches its sleepiness attention at the banality of my clients. I’ve always tried to keep the sessions of the two patients with similar conditions distant so as to not let the monotony of it pierce through my attention for them both. But it could not be helped today. The two schizophrenic patients, the…
Smoke words every day. 