I Wish You Love._Ghost Writer_The Words Long Left Unsaid_Tallying the time
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I Wish You Love.
Should I betray you? I don’t think I can.Giving up our friendship just to get a win?They say friendship doesn’t last foreverBut somehow I thought we would always be together.Will I be the break of our long built friendship?I always knew I sang better, I don’twww.onedoor.cc mean to brag but I knew it once I opened my lips.My dream, my life. My voice is all I can provide.But I want you by my side…Music brought us togetherWill it pide us…forever?We made a promise, hoping our friendship will prevail.“If one of us fails, we both fail”But why did I have to be chosen?Why did I stand frozen,when they asked me to ch...
Ghost Writer
Tomorrow.Tomorrow by eight in the morning. That’s what she had said. Six hours from now, and here I am with palms sweaty and shaking, but somehow supporting the weight of my head in my hands. Shoulders tensed and caved in, sending ripples of pain to my lower back. I can barely bring myself to peer through my fingertips at the blank and blinding computer screen in front of me, cursor blinking methodically. Mocking me. Eight in the morning.That’s what she had said.Like it was a favor.I suppose that it was. She had made that very clear. It was a risk for her to keep me as a client, to put any mo...
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...
Tallying the time
I still remember the day I had received his letter. I had been getting ready to leave for work when the door bell had rung. The mail man had smiled as he had handed me the letter. "Have a nice day ma'am," he had wished, tipping his cap, before he rode off on his bike. I stared at the letter, turning it around, but there was no name or address indicating who the sender could be. I sat down and opened the letter. 15th December 2019 Dear Daisy How have you been? I know it's a little late it's very late, however, I had to let you know. Had to tell you the I like you I love you, but didn't have th...