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Before it was too late.I was walking on the streets of heaven when I saw an old lady sitting on the roadside helplessly in extreme suffering. I thought the children who have forsaken their mother in such cruel way deserve the raging fires of hell. She was partially bald. She had wrinkles all over her face and sunken eyes. When I approached her, she took her face away from me. I tried to look her closely and was shattered into pieces because of the shame I felt. She was my mother earth and I couldn't even recognize her because of her such miserable condition. I couldn’t believe that what I had started ignorantly as a part of industrial revolution was carried foBefore it was too late.6 years ago in Written Submissions More Like This
SMILESmile does it for everyone. Just a smile. Have you ever received a smile from stranger? It is so selfless that it just gets into deepest chord of your heart. You know it is not fake. You can feel the warmth and the joy. Even fake smiles work. It has a fair chance to make you happy but more than that it does make other people feel special. Still try to put a heartfelt smile rather than a fake one. Smile to everyone, even if that person is a stranger. Who knows that smile can change that person life forever. Who knows that smile can vanish some anxiety/worry which had a strong potential to make a huge lost afterwards. Who knows that smile can gSMILE6 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
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MemoirsThe best moments that we spend togetherMemoirs6 years ago in Typographical More Like This
were those that we cherished alone
separated from each other
in our dreams
on twilight nights.
And the silence
afterwards,
is always dreadful.
He's InsaneHe knows he was special, he always felt that uniqueness somewhere inside. He knows the fact that never in the history has been anyone exactly like him, nor will there be again. He also knows that every man was unique in his own way but he is among the lucky few people who realize it.He's Insane6 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
He is loud and full of life in the deepest details. He loves to talk but it was not the case when he was a child. He didn't speak for two years on this earth because of which his parents were quite worried. They consulted a doctor and after the checkup the result was out. "Whenever he'll speak, he'll speak to such an extent that it will be difficult for you to m
EnigmaEnigma6 years ago in Mystery & Suspense More Like This
She smacked the door on her boyfriend's face and walked out of his apartment, subsequently from his life and from everyone's life including her own. She didn't even take a raincoat when she knew it gotta rain. Anger does that to you. It had to shower heavily according to the weather forecast and she trusted the sources, as if prediction is true to its core and every trust isn't a betrayal. But the forecasts don't matter anymore nor the people when you know that you will die today anyways. Suicide will be her last action and she wasn't happy about that but she saw no other choice, she was desperate.
She took a train, even though she didn't kn
The Silent SpaceHe talked so much, as if it would never end. She was tried of his endless talks; her patience was all consumed. The ambiance made her more vulnerable. She asked him to stop blabbering. She wanted him to make some love. Passion was still missing in his eyes; speech was the only sense that he used. Romance absent, so was sexual pleasure. She asked him to sense what her heart’s words were, what messages her smile conveys. After all the real pleasure is in acceptance, in your heart’s defeat. Instead, he made her silent. And the night ended like that, in silence, forever.The Silent Space6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The Invisible ManI was sitting there like an invisible man. It was by my own choice. A lady came to the street where ATM stood tall. I was waiting since so long. I robbed her. The ladies who who saw me are now dead. The street was not a busy one. There were only four females, one got robbed and three got killed. Why did I leave the one whom I robbed? The answer is simple. I love hiding, like an invisible man. The hide and seek game was listed as an achievement in my resume of life. Secondly, I only rob a person once. There were only two choices either rob or shoot. I chose money and I am still the invisible man. Police is still trying to find me but they woulThe Invisible Man6 years ago in Socio-political More Like This
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At the end of a frazzled rope hung a man, daggling by a few blistered fingers and a little hope. He looked down, staring into the black abyss below, wondering if it would hurt, and if there was a bottom. Only a half an inch, he slipped, but it felt like forever in an instant. He breathed again. In short, quick bursts, as sweat beaded his brow.
The rope wiggles a little and looking up he sees her, knife in hand, slowly sawing and smiling. “I know you said you loved me, but I thought I told you good bye.”
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My MomMother - a feminine manifestation of love. Love that is name of sacrifice for her when she doesn't eat something so her child (no longer a teen) can enjoy eating it. Love, which shapes up as hope when she wants her son to be best and succeed. Love molds into her pride when her darling walks up to the rostrum and gets an award. Love which turns into aggression so she can fight for his son's survival, fetching for him his well-deserved recognition. Love becomes support and guidance, ever ready to be given whether he wants it or not. Her love can be illustrated as a hug, as a pat on her back, or may it be a compliment or simply, magical and sootMy Mom6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Thank you - Mom - you rockA mother love is everybody's first love.Thank you - Mom - you rock6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
So is mine, and will always remain.
Maa, Thanks for always being there.
For being my best buddy.
For doing every possible thing to make me happy.
For all the time, support and moments we share.
For shaping my personality.
For encouraging me every time.
For seeing dreams from me.
And all the unconditional love.
Now its my time.
I wish and pray I can do the same.
Wish me luck.
Love ya Mom.
Love of a full year, one day of recognition
Love of a lifetime.
And you my dear God, you are great. Life is indeed a blessing in so many ways and its only you who could make such special creations.
Haunting Deja VuHaunting Déjà vuHaunting Deja Vu6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
It was Friday the 13th. The fairy angel was walking aimlessly whole night. The night, which was under the magical spell of full moon, betrayed the fairy by taking away all her magical powers. Though she still had her wings intact but now they were just reduced to ornamental prominence. She could no longer fly in the wind. The wind danced to the howling of the wolves and snatched the red roses out of the mother tree's hands. If fairies had blood in their bodies, she would have surely bled out completely from such treachery but her wings were red due to the color that roses shed to share sorrow with her. The bed of roses crush
The Chance The ChanceThe Chance6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"What do you mean by saying we should give this relationship some more time?"
"Are you mad? I don't have any free time to spare, at least not for you"
"But Faiz… I can't even imagine my life without you."
"Do one thing, take some sleeping pills! It will help you to get some sleep, at least for tonight."
Faizan ended the call. He always used his left hand to do so, always. As soon as he pressed that button, his sight went to the watch that he was sporting on his wrist of the same hand.
The gold-plated watch compelled the memories to flow from his mind into his heart and continued its journey with the blood completing its unin
BITTER-SWEET TURNING POINTIt was New Year's Eve. That night she got a call from her lover. A call not for greetings and wishes but for a clarification, a break up. You might think that it would have been a tough night for Maria, a single woman who lived alone is one-bedroom flat in New York. If you do, you are wrong. Maria knew it would happen. Actually it should have happened before. She slapped him for his unfaithfulness and the result was loud and clear - the human ego can't handle it, she knew that. They weren't together anymore. She sacrificed her first love of her life to raise the flag of truth. Raising it higher than the pride that dwells in the skyscrapers oBITTER-SWEET TURNING POINT6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It rained tears that dayFrom that last day of monsoon, her life fell into a complete darkness. They felt she wouldn't open her eyes. He's gone.It rained tears that day7 years ago in Suture Drabble Contest More Like This
Both loved rains. In monsoons, their routine was getting and having fun. He always asked, "How can a sky cry?" She always replied with a smile accompanying clouds' joyful tears for their unconditional love. But now of grief as he was dead in a blast.
Sarah, a mother in the lap of her mother, finally opened her wet eyes. All she saw was darkness of eternal night and his son as a shining star in the sky.
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The cage was opened but she didn’t fly. A bird forgets to fly if she is kept in a cage for years. My daughter read the last sentence of the book, the book got closed and she was upset. In the living room, her eyes fixed on the drawer of the TV trolley, she was trying to find something. Focused in even small things, she would never compromise on putting her best in anything she does. She is my girl but completely unlike me.
“What are you trying to find? I have just cleaned that drawer yesterday.”
“Correction pen.”
“Who uses it in our house that you will find it?”
“I will fi
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