Only nine days left before this challenge ends, so why not read my entry for this one: Tap, Tap, Malady
It’s not much of the typical writing style that I post, but I hope anyone who reads it can still enjoy the story. This is only one of the chapters that I plan to work on for this particular story. I am not sure if I will be able to post the entire story or I’ll just complete the manuscript in another online platform. Anyway, here’s to more writing. 🙂
This is the last day that I see the light.
The last day I hear the people’s cries.
The last… the first time I shall scream back.
I’m innocent.
“Liar, liar,” they shouted.
“Hang him.”
“Kill him.”
I’m innocent.
When did it all start?Â
Firebreather, firefighter, fire eating people alive
The last… the first time I scream back
“You are all right,”
before I set the place on fire.
This is my final wish, I whisper in the flame,
“Now, I shall bring them all to the fire.”
A: When was the last time you saw me smile?
T: When was the last time you heard me sing?
A: When was the last time you held my hand?
T: When was the last time you felt I’m alive?
T: I walked in the garden full of roses. It was the most beautiful thing anyone could ever imagine. Red filled the whole place.
A: I saw her walked in my rose garden and she was the most radiant rose I have ever seen.
T: I was wearing my favorite white dress and I felt like an angel standing in the center of heaven.
A: She filled the land with light and everything started to fade away. I was sitting and hiding behind the bushes, waiting for my angel to come. And she did!
T: I hopped along the brick fountain found at the center of the garden. There were two ladies partly covered with cloth, standing in the middle of the fountain, pouring water from their basin. Then I glanced forward to see my reflection.
A: I started to walk near my angel. Then she started to go near the water! She moved her body and leaned to see over the well. It was my well of hell! She can’t be near the well! She might fall and she might be eaten alive by the demons of the underground!
No! No!
I shouted. But there was no sound.
The world is on top of my table, with all the greasy spots of forgotten memories; a lot of flavorful events and a couple of porcelain plates, which in the end turns out to be a fake. Just like the smiling faces around my place.
Every second ticks like there is no tomorrow. Every minute eats up all the remaining air that I can breathe. Every hour kills the hope that remains in my heart.
Still…
       that is an understatement.
Nobody can tell what I am thinking. In the first place, nobody even cares. I too cannot see their life stories. I too DO NOT CARE.
All I see are the fake smiles of my neighbors, the hidden grudge of my so called friends, the jealousy of my colleagues, the unwanted greeting from strangers, and the wavering care of life.
Sadness, happiness, sorrow, hope, pain, relief, grief, and exaltation. All are contained in the small, wounded, yet strong walls of my heart. Some say that was too much. Some may argue that was not enough. Some questions, still some would not mind. Some may even say none of it was true.
Still, nobody’s comments are important because none of them are part of my life.
   But who are they?
      Who own those smiling faces I see?
   Who spoke those words that hindered my growth, my faith, and my desires?
They are not only a few but they are…
      YOU.
              Yes, you.
       YOU are one of them.
Nonexistent
No one took a risk
Some wanted it ASAP
Others later,
Never
But fear took over
Step one
Stare
Step two
Heart beats faster
Step three
Fear takes over
Still nonexistent
‘Coz no one took a risk
No one wants to risk
A friendship
A connection
A lasting relation
Step four
Miss the chance
A love story remains
Hidden,
Slowly being forgotten
I haven’t seen much TV shows for the couple of years that I stayed here. Mostly because I can’t understand the rationale about the neverending cycle of love-fight-love-trial-happy ending stories bombarding the tube nowadays.
Still, it’s a continuous fascination of people around the globe. Young, middle-aged, old, single, in a relationship, or married, everyone loves romance.
As I was moving around and searching for my own little space in this massive world, I learned to deceive myself. It felt like a sudden interruption from my fast, simple, and boring life show.
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Continue reading
Will be working on a collection of my poems. I have accumulated quite a handful, but will work on polishing them. 😉
I’ll be posting it in my account soon!
For now, here’s what I have in mind for the cover: ——————————>
Here’s also a part of the introduction.
