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THE LITTLE RING
THE LITTLE RING They had found her at the foot of a cypress. She was almost seated, with her body slid forward, her head resting on the trunk of the cypress. Since the doctor, who had certified her death, hwww.onedoor.ccad established that hers had been death from natural causes,_____and besides there were no wounds or signs of strangulation or of beatings on her body, it did not seem possible that Helen had been killed, and not even that she could have killed herself_____ So everyone seemed convinced that she had died by natural causes, so much so that no autopsy had even been done. THE ONLY ONE among t...
I killed her
This includes extracts of Kathleen Raine’s poem “Passion”, and Walt Whitman’s “From crossing Brooklyn Ferry”.The water felt so loose and freeing as I stood there, feeling the flow of the river race past my feet. I walked further in, my white dress absorbing the water and clinging to my body. My thoughts crawled around my brain, tearing at it, and binding me in a state of exasperation. The cool water felt like fire as its volume scorched me the more I waded in. I couldn’t run now. All those words that had been thrown at me felt like acid swirling throughout my very being. All the hurt, both phy...
The walk
My mother always said that whenever I’ll find myself alone, mother of all would help me fight against my loneliness. But now when I look up to her, I see her in despair. Carrying the loads of millions, fighting for us, caring for us. She told about the time when the blessings of the nature god healed every wound on our mother. She told me how they use to dance in rain before acid took over it. When I walk out today, wrapping my face for oxygen, I see a dog walking on three legs searching for garbage on road to eat. Back in the times, my mother told me there was enough food for every creature...
Dihydrogen Monoxide
As I felt my head break the surface of the water, I gasped for air, my lungs convulsing profusely in an attempt to suck in as much oxygen as possible. I staggered to the shore where my face hit the ground, my chest shaking uncontrollably. Only after what felt like an hour of lying on the hot sand with the sun beating down on my back, my lungs trying to relearn what breathing was, could I finally start to make sense of my surroundings. Barely able to raise my head, I looked around the environment that I had somehow come to find myself in. Fine, white sand and large boulders decked the barren l...