The Words Long Left Unsaid_The Days You've Been Gone_Stars in our Scars_lethargy
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The Words Long Left Unsaid
Like it had taken its cue from an invisible director that the mood needed to be set before an impending battle, the sun disappeared beneath a wall of charcoal black storm clouds. The light that had imbued the surrounding residences with a sense of life and happiness was now smothered and replaced by an endless spectrum of shades of black and gray. Parked among the lines of cars that hugged the curbs of their respective houses and plots of land was a silver van, the color of which was made a dark platinum by the paucity of light. Inside the vehicle sat two men: one in the passenger seat and th...
The Days You've Been Gone
The calm blue sky, dotted with tufts of wafer-thin clouds, smiled down on the quiet garden. I shirked along the pathway, mind caught up among the mess of weeds poking through the cobble. Someone ought to pluck those. I inhaled the honeyed aroma of flowers, a refreshing change from the stench of bleach that seemed to cling to every wall in the cottage. Out here, I didn’t have the stray eyes of my neighbours watching me—not that I knew of, anyway. A crow cried out from the high branches of an elm. The buzz of a bee whirred around my right ear. I thought about Erika and the kids. What was taking...
Stars in our Scars
Stars in our Scars“Papi.” Deenoh came in, panting, tears drenched his eyes and pink crumpled his face. “Yes, son?”, he replied after a round of seconds, in a calm, unruffled voice. He was preparing dinner in his favorite blue apron. Deenoh heard the pleasant clattering sound of frying pork. “She,” he sighed. “She failed me!”, he blurted into tears. “She slathered my love away!”It was a rather tranquil night, Melanie, his mother, was out of town for official business. She’d be home in a couple of days. It is evident that the man in his royal blue apron can’t hand his ears as of the moment. He t...
lethargy
Since childhood, I only loved winter. Where I lived, winters were always cold, always snowy. Frost has always dulled human feelings and reflexes. Locals used to spend the winter in their wooden houses in village, andwww.onedoor.cc as animals fell asleep. They slept all winter. I loved winter for desolation. No people. Only snow and frost.Since childhood, I used to go to bed earlier than everyone else to get up first and look at the fluffy snow. The snow was the only thing that brought joy to my life. Snow always covered the horror that surrounded me - grey houses, grey streets, grey, lifeless faces. Instead...