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#review#passionada#poetry Game Over Nothing lasts forever If memory serves correct Memories of what happened I finally forget The details won’t really matter There’s nothing to correct Holding rules of a cruel Game over me Game over you Well it’s done And there’s nothing left to be won No moves to be made all dragons are slain And a new day calls for omissions

#review#salonikulkarni [Untitled] And in his soft eyes I saw the starry sparkling night. Twinkling with a warm love Wrapping me in his glow. With his smile He spoke a thousand words unsaid His blond hair and blue eyes Make me weaker in the knees I want to be right beside him Through everything, together I can say I love him I'll say it a million times And it still won't capture What my heart feels.

#iam a writer. It took me almost 40yrs of life on this planet before I owned that sentence. I thought because I wasn't published I couldn't claim to be a writer. Funny how our minds can be a bastard sometimes 😂 How to fall in love with you, the person created after the likeness of God. I will never have all the answers. None of us will. I know The One who does and your church is not where He meets me. Trust me, I will die on this hill. Uncertainty we can be certain of. Be not afraid of the uncomfortable truth, swallow her like a pill. What did I have to kill? Ego, myself, I died to self. Flew away like a dove once I set her free. A dove released while loved ones grieve. You see the truth shall set you free. Owning truth, but a price gets paid. My heart becomes home to hand grenades. They say grieving is just misplaced love. They also say time heals, but time doesn't heal at all, it just teaches us how to stand tall. -Ms. Jennifer W. #jenniferw#review

At the Word end At journey unending Left them aside For a while More like forever Why does avoiding creates peace That peace curdles heart Into broken glass and salty waters Unto spirit apart from me Might the silence breaks away Parts by parts what's left of me At where the end lies Meet me when the sun dies What is more unloved than the lonely sky And I swim through my avoidance Ignorant life What is more unfinished than the artist's work Disappointment at the eyes of them Who is me, i might die yet not know #review#poetry

Kashmir Files Yesterday I went to watch a movie in cinema. I was very excited for this movie as I’ve been waiting for it for almost 6 months now. ‘Kashmiri Files’ the name numbs me. Somehow, I gathered my courage, convinced my family members and friends to take out time and watch this movie with me. I’m a very sensitive person so throughout the way to the cinema hall, I kept reassuring myself “I’m strong, I must not cry”. We reached the cinema hall 10minutes late but what I saw there in the hall took away my heart. People standing up for two minutes in silence for Kashmiri Hindus who lost their lives. The movie started. It was just a few minutes into the movie and I was able to relate myself with the characters. No one moved, not even for a second for the rest of the first half. It was intermission but to my surprise there was no noisy long queue on food counter of the theatre. Nobody talking a word. Terrified and shocked, people were just looking at each other. Viewers who got their snacks before the movie, in all probability, couldn't eat as I could see trays with almost untouched food. The second half of the movie began. I didn’t have a single tear in my eyes yet but yes I was sad and terrified. The second half brought tears to the eyes of every person present in the theatre. There was a young man sitting beside me. He was almost my age and had come with her mother to watch the movie. I couldn’t help myself from seeing his mother crying throughout the second half. Tears fall of her eyes every two seconds. Those were tears of pain and persecution faced by our ancestors. The young man passed his handkerchief to his mother and helped her wipe her tears. The movie was about to end. Each and every person in the theatre got goosebumps. Everybody was crying. Everybody could relate themselves and the stories they had heard from their parents about Kashmir and how they were forced to leave their home. It was not a movie, it was reality. People had started leaving the theatre. The mother of the young man was still crying. He hugged his mother. His mother told him how his Mama (mother’s brother) was killed in a similar way to the character in the movie. The young man got shocked and numbed. So was I when I listened to the words the young man spoke next. He said “Maa, I had a Mama too?” He was never told by his mother about his Mama who was killed so that he never suffers the trauma which they suffered #review#truestory#sid07.xo

A free mind Like the perfect fire/ Like spotless jasmine/ Like a tree without a will/ Like a pure swan / Like a dove of peace / Like the wind that blows/ It is like a power of giving birth like water #review #poem @ abhi

Author's note: I wrote this story as part of a challenge to write suspense-thriller-horror in 1000 words. Guilty Conscience Part 1 The house is empty, the footsteps of passerby on the adjoining road echos hauntingly. Finneas walks with careful steps, his knees shaking like jelly. Then he faces his arch enemy, the door to his study room. Finneas's study room is located in the darkest part of the house, even in the day time there is no natural light here. Finneas stops right outside and looks over his shoulder, his whole being trembling with the fear of unknown. "Relax, you are just overreacting, there's nothing here." He solaces himself and pushes the door only half way through. The darkness inside the room overwhelms him and the courage in him dies, he couldn't tell if he is being coward or careful; afterall, those who are too brave die first in horror movies. He discards the thought and with trembling hands searches for the light switch in the darkness located right beside the gate. He makes it a point to not set a foot inside before light is turned on. He does it with such anxiety as though he has put his hand inside a hungry lion's mouth. He sighs audibly with relief when finally, he reaches the switch he wanted to turn on. His heart still hammering inside his chest he steps inside the room almost reluctantly, he avoids glancing at the mirror for the fear of finding anything around him that he couldn't bear to see. Finally, he starts studying almost simultaneously cursing his parents to have left him alone for a week and they are due to come only after two days. Hours pass, he forgets his fear and immerses himself in studying, the silence, the paranoia, everything is forgotten. He almost falls backwards with his chair on the sound of a loud crack coming from the cupboard that sits beside his table. He holds his heart, racing faster than any F1 car, his lungs contract. With bated breath he looks apprehensively towards the cupboard for a while, no other sound issues. "Old cupboard are like that, it could be a r-rat o-o-o-or could be wood cracking, t-t-that happens with old wood all t-too often" he talks loudly with himself trying to suppress the silence lingering after the loud noise. The lights go out, there is nothing else left to do, his legs shiver and he runs but where!? The door is locked, he bangs on the door, pushes and pulls but it's hopelessly shut. “Going somewhere?" The voice asks him from behind, but how!? He was alone in the room, in the house! He looks behind him, terror clutching at his insides like a fist of steel. His knees give out when he sees a broad figure standing in front of him, the scar on her face glinting like lava in the dark. "Please. I'm sorry," he begs "I didn't know....." his voice trembles. "I begged you same way." #tm#review#shortstory

A free mind Like the perfect fire/ Like spotless jasmine/ Like a tree without a will/ Like a pure swan / Like a dove of peace / Like the wind that blows/ It is like a power of giving birth like water #review #poem @ abhi

The Freely Eagle... Oops Conditons Applied. what's life ? Happines today in journey, there might be a Sad turn tomorrow. Slipped if on that turn, just stand smile and move ahead. That's what a life for me. Oblivious about what's gonna happen fews day ahead, was enjoying his journey of life fully. Like a free fierce Eagle at high above the Limit less sky. Boards were going on, and he was blindfolded by the next twist waiting for him. Someone was waiting to gain his love, in the mid of his boards. who..? Some call her/him Danger, Dead end, life threatening, etc. But the Common name was Cancer. Yes!!! Was unknown about it and flying high in his journery of life. That turn came, was encountered too. The moment he got to know. His wings were cut, and the Eagle was Caged. All the dreams, aims, were shattered. Like all his hopes were slaughtered. Was Broken, hurted, and lost all the hopes. Bacause, he was still and Fierce Eagle; but wiith conditions applied, Who used to jump and Run, was now caged where he can just walk. Who dreamt of many things, but was caged because he wasn't able to do of his wish, But still, he dealed with it. Accepted the long life inprisonment of conditions applied. If not the aims and dreams hi choosed, then He went by making new dreams of he can. If not sports and physical activities anymore He went with Pen as his Passion. Not the Happiness he used to dream of But by happiness of bringing best of his words. Yeah, it's my life like a caged bird now, But if are caged by conditions or sort of same. It isn't mean you can't fly anymore. Have faith and believe in you, and just have a take off with the cage of conditions with you above the Sky. #sc #review #shortstory @the_critpic_hunter

Hello guys, please can you review the blurb/summary of my book 'Mystical Mutant' If you liked it you can find it on wattpad @kikibtsstan BLURB Several years ago, legend had it that only two mystical creatures existed in the world. The Elevanas and the Glorindians. They lived together in peace for decades until the day that the Glorindians claimed to be more powerful and superior than the Elevanas. It caused the leaders of the clans to create boundaries between them. "Who dares fight science with nature?" The Glorindians boasted. On the other hand, the Elevanas were certain they were stronger. Nature is like a masked devil, so beautiful yet so deadly. ... A terrible war wiped out the entire species. But there was a survivor, and her name was Fiona. She must overcome all obstacles to live a normal life forever in the human world. But the question is, How long can she hide? How long can she keep this up? How long can she keep pretending to be something she's not? How long is forever? #review

A free mind Like the perfect fire/ Like spotless jasmine/ Like a tree without a will/ Like a pure swan / Like a dove of peace / Like the wind that blows/ It is like a power of giving birth like water #review

I lie in bed by night Wondering if I could have Just one feel of the universe Having just one thing working in My favor. I lie in bed by night To feel the war scars across my Heart, war scars I got from Being life's strongest soldier I look on, on how I dived into the trenches of life Head first, and I as a soldier of life I found my way to the war front I look on, on how I was ready to shoot any opponent How I held my gun filled with bullets of love Trying to love my opponent into giving up On their pursuit to ruin me I look on, on how Every duck and dive I omitted Placed me deeper in the trenches of war I gave my opponents more grace I look on, to see how I lost myself in the war How it all started with me losing my mind Then I turned into the scars I would Never inflict on my opponents Now, I lie in bed by night Counting each scar as a step closer To my death. #Review