Times Up_Oh Marriage ! I don’t believe you_Light in Process: An Allegory_Bleed
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Times Up
The clock on the mantel struck 4:50 A.M. His eyes fixated on the clock as he clenched his blood soaked chest. Frantically he begins to scan the oddly disheveled room. He started leaving bloodied fingerprints against the hall wall leading out of the entrance way. "Not again," the man muttered. He began to slowly shuffle his feet. There's no sign of his wife, or children. The house is eerily quiet, and seemingly empty. A loud clicking could be heard pacing the wooden floors. Click. Click. Click. Click. Holding his breath he slowly makes his way through the first floor of the two story farmhouse....
Oh Marriage ! I don’t believe you
Oh Marriage ! I don’t believe you Part 1 – Surekha’s parents Surekha was a child brought up in a disturbed family. Since childhood she had witnessed her parents fighting like cats and dogs. “Get out of my house you woman!” , I don’t need you. Shouted her father on her mother. “This is my house too and I wont leave” cried her mother sobbing out aloud. “Papa , Mumma please don’t fight” – Surekha with her siblings always cried for mercy from her parents to stop fighting. Often the poor children had to take shelter in neighbour’s house as there were heated argumen...
Light in Process: An Allegory
Part I It was hard to tell if I was awoken by an outside force or the existence of my own anxiety. Nevertheless, my eyes open to a surrounding that only some would be able to dream about. My indistinguishable being was fragile as I attempted to discern the walls around me. I crawled through what I could, but my success was faltered at every turn. I was inches away from my future, but miles away from my past. One of the refractories knelt itself into my hand and I was faced with a choice. I didn’t know what choice I was to make yet, so I allowed my body to feel first: emotionswww.onedoor.cc, but with limitat...
Bleed
My mother said I have no patience. She would look at me disappointed because I wasn't like the child I used to be. Little me was patient, it seems. Well sure, if learning the piano by himself, relying on ouido, and just doing whatever works is what you call patience. I used to think I was special though. I actually thought I was smart because I was always in the ranks, I was pretty athletic too, and I love the arts. I thought I could do everything perfectly. And now I am – this. Whatever this is. A college graduate with nowhere to go and no goal to achieve. I still do love life. I do appreciat...