The Light Sleeper_A mans unjust world_bhavishya_the light that was never shed
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The Light Sleeper
It was boring! A boring evening as usual! Nothing was interesting after that long working day full of arguments and fights, which negatively affected my temper. I laid down on the bed stretching my arms reaching the old wooden bed back; my shoulder clicked announcing the urge of joining a yoga class, but actually, instead of moving, I closed my eyes for a moment, or that what I thought. A moment.My brain had dipped into sleep, but I didn’t feel that I was actually sleeping; people who knew me, knew quite well that I was a light sleep person. Oh! How I hate being such a person. I opened my eye...
A mans unjust world
TW: violence against women Men have desires, truths about them that they keep hidden. Some men have a killer instinct, some are fueled by greed, others have sexual fantasies that are too deprived for the average person. Their fantasies stay hidden in thoughts, but never spoken. What is it I desire? I am a simple man. I desire the pleasure of a woman. My favorite type of women are those with brown hair, combined with innocent eyes, like a sheep to the slaughter. My desire led me to even pick up a woman and invite her in my passenger seat. I learned that her name was Kate from the brief conversa...
bhavishya
Robert knocks on the wooden door polished with a red color. A woman follows him and catches his hand. “Sir you cannot go inside without an appointment”, the woman sitting on the desk runs to restrict him inside. “It is important for me to see him now or else I am sure that someone’s photo will be on the wall and mine on the newspaper. I need to go inside now. Please”, Robert requests the woman. “Sir, I cannot live you in without permission.” “You let me go or I let myself in.” Robert pushes the woman and runs inside. The door creaks to the other side. Robert pulls a chair in front of the desk ...
the light that was never shed
He sat on the dock, legs hanging over on the edge of the lake. The moonlit surface reflected a beam of white that grazed his eyes. His feet swung back and forth, onlywww.onedoor.cc inches above the shifting ripples pattering relentlessly at the shore. His hands were clasped in his lap, twiddling with each other. He stared fixated on the horizon, eyes on the ever moving silhouettes that danced about the night while the silent whispers of the wind sung their song.A crack of a twig disturbed the cool. A stray bird chirped, its voice echoing in the ravine. The man blinked at the noise, but made no initial movem...