Siren Song_Isolated!_Moonlight and Madness_Bystander
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Siren Song
“I would sell my soul just to make something different happen,” Eleanor said loudly to herself. She had been talking to herself more and more lately. With each new gray hair swww.onedoor.cche found in the mirror, with every new wrinkly on her husband’s face, with every bang echoing in the hall when their teenage daughter slammed the door, she became more vocal. Sometimes she cried out during simple chores, like a drowning woman, the sheer mundanity of life filling up her lungs. She was getting old and had little to show for it. Peeling wallpaper, dishes with a tinge of yellow, a tedious job and a slight...
Isolated!
*Note:- Contains sensitive content - description of female body parts*“Speak now” She smiled at the blank eyes and the open mouth of the corpse lying before her. There was no sound apart from the flow of blood which oozed from the corpse’s head. He was reduced to a lifeless thing in a split second from the bullet in his head. That’s what he had to make the world believe. His true talent was to turn lifeless the minute the lights turned on and camera’s started to roll. Not to mention his coordination to squeeze the bag of red paint by his neck - the diluted red paint with apparently the right “...
Moonlight and Madness
Your eyes pour the moonlight on my path as I turn my back to you. In the dead of the night, I walk with my family, away from my home, my street, my town, and what was till yesterday- my country.There are other families with us. Snaking their way to Lahore railway station. In fear, pain, and certainty that their lives are not theirs anymore. It can be cut, morphed, or smoked out within a matter of seconds. Even if they get on that train to Amritsar and arrive there in one piece, they would just be a wisp of what they once were.I walk. With a volcano in my chest where my heart used to be. My hea...
Bystander
Another new neighbor arrives. The previous neighbors only stayed six months and left without a word. I should invite them to the barbecue tomorrow. I walk over to the two-story maroon house. With the sun at its highest point in the sky, the flowers under the second-story window were fully lit. Bruno nudges my hand and I focus on walking again. I stroke her white head as she trots next to me. As I near, I can’t see anyone besides the hired We-Haul workers. Instead of stopping and offering to help, I act as if I’m going on a walk. Bruno looks up at me as if she is saying, ‘I thought we were goi...