Shattered Lies_The Celebrity_Sunset and my soulmate_The Girl with the Red Bike
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Shattered Lies
"Stop!" I say out loud. Stop thinking about it. These memories are so real, and I can feel them slicing through my veins like the sharp end of a dagger, the taste of the salt tears on my lips. "Intrusive thoughts," I think to myself. Memories that I try to suppress but always find their way back when they are triggered. I gripped on so tightly even though my palms were sore and burned. My nails dug deep onto the cushion beside me to give myself a better grasp to give myself with one more hope that I would succeed. But I failed. It costed my self-worth as it plunged me into the depths of my sor...
The Celebrity
It’s the second lockdown of the pandemic and here I am all alone just staring out of a window hoping to catch the blood moon that everyone’s been talking about on social media today. As luck would have it I am surrounded by buildings and people in small apartments going about their daily business. A couple work out on their terrace at dusk. Some teenagers gather together in another building to smoke. An old man sits in his hammock till midnight, and then heads to sleep. I stay awake later than that most nights. I used to have a job that has put my body clock on night time mode. Now I have no...
Sunset and my soulmate
There is a girl who named Sarah watching the sunset.... She speaks to the sun.....she told that she is talking to the sun because of she feels lonely.... She said, "Now I'm talking with you about my soulmate... Like this.... Oneday, I'll talk to my partner about you.... I said to him how did I spent my lonely days with you... When she finished her talk, there is one boy who saw in a different way. She went to him and asked what's he sees. He introduced himself as Siddharth. And Said that he also likes sunset. And speaks to the sun like she did. Both of them smiled at each other. Finally they b...
The Girl with the Red Bike
I saw the girl. I paid her no mind but heard the scuff of her tennis shoes on the pavement. I turned around and idled between a cigarette and a deck of cards. I imagined friends at the table, and the streetlight cast a yellow hue on their flushed www.onedoor.ccfaces. We would pass the cigarette around, and I would deal the cards. Someone with a baseball cap on backwards would cheat, and later in the night, we would drink. Can I get one, she said, confident.How old are you, I asked, peering at her over my shoulder before turning back around. My friends were waiting for me— my thoughts. Almost fourteen, I’ll ...