Tag: #fiction
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MINISCULE FRAGMENTS OF A MORBID EXISTENCE
I could detect that lingering sadness in her eyes, sending me some signals about her troubled state of helplessness. I could sense some hesitance in her mouth as she tried to convey her words with great care. She was hiding something underneath her soul, or maybe she wanted to say something, but something was stopping…
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but, did you find anything in it?
You heard my silence, but did you find anything in it? You read my expressionless face, but did you find anything in it? You touched my numb, dead body, but did you find any substance in it? You had my soul captured for so long, but did you connect with it? You held me for…
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Are You Real, Or Just A Figment Of My Vivid Imagination?
Are you real or some figment of my vivid, wandering imagination, floating through an empty space inside my consciousness, flustering me with your surreal presence? Do you really exist, or is it only my mind that is playing tricks on me, presenting before my eyes some baffling imagery of your curvy physique? Are you a…
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Portrait Of An Abstract Dream, Ep IV
A flood of emotions fluttered through her transfixing eyes as she saw me through the eyes of that jellyfish in that bluish autumn night dream. Her wings stirred the surrounding water, causing a ripple of waves that after some time reached me. She was trying to converse with me in some encoded form through those…
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Beauty Of Loneliness
As I have grown older and older, I have tended to have a likeness for loneliness. On any given day, you leave me all alone, that will be the best day of my life. Sometimes, what I want is complete absence of human beings. Presence of human beings annoy me, they seem a burden to…
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Portrait Of An Abstract Dream, Ep II
Ayumi submerged herself in the ocean of a deep slumber, lost in the underwater current, floating like a jellyfish. The jellyfish kept floating in the buoyancy of the deep waters, oblivious of its bluish vicinity. She didn’t have any true idea of its circumstances. Oblivion had her clenched with its tight fists, wrapping her soul…
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THROUGH YOUR NAKED BODY, INTO YOUR TRANSPARENT SOUL
Cold autumn rain falling from the cloudy grey sky; sweet pre-winter breeze fluxing in through the extended balcony; dim damp light of the street lights pervading our cosy comfortable room through those perforations of the semi-glass window, as I and Ayumi lie on the bed, holding each other’s stark naked body post an amazing session…
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THE WRITER INSIDE ME (NOW VANISHED):
Through those deep corners of my suppressed and concealed vocabulary, I tried to walk for the one last time, reconciling myself that this would be the last time I would be hanging around in my world of words. But as I started revisiting those labyrinths of unused and misspelled words, a sense of nostalgia hit…
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SWELLED UP ANGER, DECEASED OLD MAN AND THE DEFEATED ATHLETE
The man who was once a defeated athlete, is now bed-ridden, counting his days for the final defeat of his life, death. Seldom had he ever won a premiere championship in his sportsman career, gathering harsh criticism, rude comments and many more stuff that are way nastier than just hateful comments. As he is laying…
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A Night Bathing Darkness
The night sky wrapped up by the dark mobile clouds hovering around from the distant horizon; dark spirits of the dead walking around on the streets without any physical hindrance; souls getting transported into another realm at the dead of the night; all the living creatures fast asleep in their deep slumber, completely oblivious to…
Dark Horse Arts and Sciences 