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Why did I do that? I am furious with myself. I slammed my door open and kicked out my shoes. Threw my heavy key chain on the mirror. It crashed loudly and then there was this complete silence. My hands were still trembling. I washed the blood off my fingers. Blood stains were all over my t shirt and some were on my pants too. First i thought i will wash them.. then I decided to burn them altogether. My house was a glass house. Completely transparent. Atleast how they make houses in 2050. Right to privacy was never known to anybody. I took all my dress and threw them in a steel bin, poured some petrol and lit the fire... God!!!! It s burning forever'.... The haunting of today's incident came as a flash before my eyes. This weird looking guy was following me for the past 2 weeks. Wherever I he was there. Today I was standing at this building top trying to think about something and there he came. I didn't have anything to defend or scare him. I don't wanna talk to him. I ran away but his footsteps are getting closer every second. Suddenly I remember this knife keychain i had in my bag. I took and and swung back to threaten him. But he was too close.....The knife pierced his eyeball and went in some more....we both screamed in fear and pain. He fell down and was muttering...we.. are the lasst per... persons.... In this ....plan.. planet....but..... and then he stopped moving... I turned back and ran and ran and ran.... Ran some more...... The clothes were fully burnt... I flushed the ashes down the toilet and the sound reverberated all over the house. There was an eerie silence... I was finally relaxed and wanted to sleep.... And crashed on the bed........I like this silence. Or.. Is this too silent????? finally jus I was dozing off to sleep...... The phone stated ringing!!!! #Shortstory #review #dhruv

Wandering with a slightly numb head, coffee getting cold. I remember your fight over coffee with less sugar & caffeine more. The unending war over the opposite taste of music leaves me frowned unless you caress me into arms. Though enjoy the taste of this sweet-bitter love. I used to be very interested in listening to unsung war stories until you leave me after the holidays. Strangely, this time, it was kinda difficult to let you go, I don't know where my potential was lost. Though you never had a choice. You were lying next to me still my eyes were wide open with the fear of untimely orders to return to duty. By the dawn, I kept holding you from the back, pampering my trembling soul. Watching you dressing up raising my heartbeat as time is fleeting. Your steps heading towards outside filling emotions into my eyes. I ran to hug you as if this was the last hug. Till now it takes me long to realise, that was the last hug but I keep myself moving with the essence of your strong coffee with less sugar & caffeine more. #sanjana #review #shortstory

Corpses are now rotting in the catacomb Now the moon is no longer round, but due to the dark clouds, it turned into decagon #poet#review#iam

A Father put his 3 year old daughter to bed, told her a story and listened to her prayers which ended by saying, "God bless Mommy, God bless Daddy, God bless Grandma and good-bye Grandpa." Family joke The father asked, 'Why did you say good-bye Grandpa?' The little girl said, "I don't know daddy, it just seemed like the thing to do." The next day grandpa died. The father thought it was a strange coincidence. A few months later the father put the girl to bed and listened to her prayers which went like this, "God bless Mommy, God Bless Daddy and good-bye Grandma." The next day the grandmother died. "Holy crap" thought the father, "this kid is in contact with the other side." Several weeks later when the girl was going to bed the dad heard her say, "God bless Mommy and good-bye Daddy." He practically went into shock. He couldn't sleep all night and got up at the crack of dawn to go to his office. He was nervous as a cat all day, had lunch and watched the clock.. He figured if he could get by until midnight he would be okay. He felt safe in the office, so instead of going home at the end of the day he stayed there, drinking coffee, looking at his watch and jumping at every sound. Finally midnight arrived; he breathed a sigh of relief and went home. When he got home his wife said, "I've never seen you work so late. What's the matter?" He said, "I don't want to talk about it, I've just spent the worst day of my life." She said, You think you had a bad day, you'll never believe what happened to me. This morning my boss dropped dead in the middle of a meeting #story #review #humour

NEEDLE (PART 1) (Do try to guess the climax, I have tried to make it as messy as possible) Rosie swiftly passed by the passage drawing the curtains to prevent the darkness from creeping in. It was late in the night, wind was whistling in the outdoors . Rosie was napping sweater sitting comfortably on a soft-feathery sofa. The house was rather an upper middle class dwelling, the sofa which was initially white has now tainted itself with dust. The place was a little manic, disturbed -the reason was Rosie, she couldn't bring herself to clean the room. Her rounded belly alarmed her to have some snacks. It is a duty of a mother to eat healthy special at such a tender stage of pregnancy. She carried herself to the kitchen-took a spicy bag of potato chips from an old and rusted box-and came back on the sofa. The fire in the chamber was on the verge of dying, but she was reluctant to go and add some logs.She was anxiously waiting for her husband. It was their routine her husband would work from six in the dusk to six in the dawn. Rosie admired his hard work by rewarding him with his favorite dishes every now and then. It was something odd today, she looked a but nervous, maybe out of her pregnancy. Every Other woman complains about this, especially in the early months. Every now and then she looked at the hanging clock, with every passing minute she became a little more worried. Someone knocked at the door, forcing her out of her reverie, she got up as she knew it was the time . "Hey darling come on, you are already late, I hope you would at least have dinner and go, won't you? " ,Rosie said to her husband. She knew somewhere hard sure that he won't say, that he would add, " I am too tired, I will wash heat up and go" "I will have a glass of drink," He said. Rosie felt a little odd, she thought the work pressure is high - winters are a hardship she knew. The man was dressed in a brown cosy coat, with a leather bag in his hand. A constant frown was balanced at his head.He was breathing hard, with a quivering voice he said, " Get me the drink quickly I have to go" Rosie hurried herself to the kitchen, her hands were trembling a bit out of nervousness, she wanted to make a call to her husband but he was too tired to help her. She wanted him out of all his Misery. Roise knew that ice was not a good option in such bitter weather but she didn't even think a second before, she added it! . "Take it honey" she said handing him the glass,she didn't bother to look in his eyes. "Had a rough day? " "Kind of " Disappointment giving way to concern, " I will leave soon" He said. For a long time there was utter silence, Rosie comforted herself on the sofa and began netting again. After having the last sip, his husband sat back and took a long breath . It looked like an effort to relax him from some heart eating stress. He did break the silence by adding," Why are you sewing this? " Rosie was a bit shocked at this question. She didn't wanted to answer. She wanted to say, "this little sweater won't fit you at least" But she rather replied, "It's for OUR baby" He asked her for the sweater, it was so small that it was smaller than his palm. Give me those needles he Quivered and asked. He had begun to feel a little Breathless by then. #paininlife#Story#review

NEEDLE (I need your comment on this story, so whoever is reading this kindly review this) Rosie swiftly passed by the passage drawing the curtains to prevent the darkness from creeping in. It was late in the night, wind was whistling in the outdoors . Rosie was napping sweater sitting comfortably on a soft-feathery sofa. The house was rather an upper middle class dwelling, the sofa which was initially white has now tainted itself with dust. The place was a little manic, disturbed -the reason was Rosie, she couldn't bring herself to clean the room. Her rounded belly alarmed her to have some snacks. It is a duty of a mother to eat healthy special at such a tender stage of pregnancy. She carried herself to the kitchen-took a spicy bag of potato chips from an old and rusted box-and came back on the sofa. The fire in the chamber was on the verge of dying, but she was reluctant to go and add some logs.She was anxiously waiting for her husband. It was their routine her husband would work from six in the dusk to six in the dawn. Rosie admired his hard work by rewarding him with his favorite dishes every now and then. It was something odd today, she looked a but nervous, maybe out of her pregnancy. Every Other woman complains about this, especially in the early months. Every now and then she looked at the hanging clock, with every passing minute she became a little more worried. Someone knocked at the door, forcing her out of her reverie, she got up as she knew it was the time . "Hey darling come on, you are already late, I hope you would at least have dinner and go, won't you? " ,Rosie said to her husband. She knew somewhere hard sure that he won't say, that he would add, " I am too tired, I will wash heat up and go" "I will have a glass of drink," He said. Rosie felt a little odd, she thought the work pressure is high - winters are a hardship she knew. The man was dressed in a brown cosy coat, with a leather bag in his hand. A constant frown was balanced at his head.He was breathing hard, with a quivering voice he said, " Get me the drink quickly I have to go" Rosie hurried herself to the kitchen, her hands were trembling a bit out of nervousness, she wanted to make a call to her husband but he was too tired to help her. She wanted him out of all his Misery. Roise knew that ice was not a good option in such bitter weather but she didn't even think a second before, she added it! . "Take it honey" she said handing him the glass,she didn't bother to look in his eyes. "Had a rough day? " "Kind of " Disappointment giving way to concern, " I will leave soon" He said. For a long time there was utter silence, Rosie comforted herself on the sofa and began netting again. After having the last sip, his husband sat back and took a long breath . It looked like an effort to relax him from some heart eating stress. He did break the silence by adding," Why are you sewing this? " Rosie was a bit shocked at this question. She didn't wanted to answer. She wanted to say, "this little sweater won't fit you at least" But she rather replied, "It's for OUR baby" He asked her for the sweater, it was so small that it was smaller than his palm. Give me those needles he Quivered and asked. He had begun to feel a little Breathless by then. #story#paininlife#review.

#haiku#review#xm Boat afloat - sky dark round luminosity forth-night an open smile

Love always choose to wait While an expectation demands. #ap#qoute#review

They're more loyal than world to relationship, Those who cannot express their feelings. #ap#qoute#review

I've been thinking of life And it was raining season Life is worse than the hell Why? Couldn't get reason How and when will i get rid From this unbearable pain People can shouting loudly I could not cry in the rain #ap#review#shortpoem

Oh, and I can assure you, there is no love between u and I. We're just drunk to the idea that, we would have someone to hold, through out the pain. #wong#thoughts#review

A fire burns and eats the dead, smitten by the touch of death, leaving them pale, all completely sucked by the ending...to a life decayed by miseries and hatred. The war has ended, the war has wiped off people who tried to know how waves always leave back corals. I saw a naked mother half burnt, and her little child staring at her dead glass eyes, trying to wake her from a sleep far far better than a crumbling mortality. #review#short#Saramts