If only I could turn the clock back_A Year in Past and a Year in Future_As it is written_Forgotten S
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If only I could turn the clock back
Anita sat alone in a corner of the room as she did every evening and tried to rehearse the events of the last few months. Had she acted in haste? Had she taken the right decision? She asked herself this question everyday but could not find an answer. The sound of the doorbell yanked her out of her ruminations. Suraj had returned after playing with his friends. She asked him to change while she went into the kitchen to bring him a warm glass of milk with his favourite cookies. She listened, with a doting smile, to his excited chatter about how none of his friends could bowl as fast as him or ge...
A Year in Past and a Year in Future
Stacy was cooking pasta when she had a call. She usually didn't receive much calls but that day she was expecting one. Last year on 10th of October both her parents died. Her aunt asked her to stay with her but she wanted to stay close to her parents by living in her parents home. Stacy was already an adult by then so she could not be forced."I will be there by 11、" Stacy's Aunt, Florence, said. Florence was Stacy's only living relative who lived two stations away in Danes. Florence loved her niece but her relations with her brother were not good. 15 years ago she had married a man of her choi...
As it is written
"I'm not the champion our people need," the young fighter said while pouring another cup. He struggled to stay seated. "Why are you like this?" She smacked his cheek. "Why won't you fight?" "I have my reasons." He filled the empty cup again, draining the last droplets of wine from the clay pitcher. With tears in her eyes she said "What about your son? Will you not fight for him, for our family?" "He's not like me, I can feel it. He takes after you." His voice lacked all emotions, his gray-blue ewww.onedoor.ccyes stared into the wine filled cup. "You should get the fuck out, take him with you…" She crumb...
Forgotten Stars
The moon hung heavy in the sky that night. Smooth ivory silk that had been draped over a bulb, filtering the sparking, golden glow into something luminescent and unreachable. Stars were scattered throughout, drops of mercury splattered onto a canvas by an artist’s tired brush. The surrounding ink landscape was illustrated in such careful clarity that a single breath threatened to smudge it.Feather-tipped fingers lightly traced the edges of the open window. Clear eyes sat, wise and full of mischief and life, in a young girl’s face. The thin structure aged prematurely by years of pain and heart...