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A Tinge of Luck
My hands were cupped in my bosom, decomposing the orchestrated fear in my palpitating heartbeat, that of a loose cannon, I could not grasp hold of the solid reality, but helplessly sinking into the chimerical world built around my head. The precipice was acrophobic, my legs jellied, my hands writhed wildly, my head spinning. IContinue reading “A Tinge of Luck”
Reverie
The shimmering stars were beneath my feet, I was wreathed in a fluid, I could still breath, my movements were sluggish as if in slow motion. I lifted my head with a great effort and found nothing in the sky, it was an infinite abyss from above. My eyes wanted to escape this field ofContinue reading “Reverie”
Nightmare
Russet lines were drawn across the horizon scrupulously, the breaking dawn mellowed the vision field. We were chatting in a desultory manner, ranging from the rigged politics to the star crossed lovers of Hollywood. Hither the apex of a mountain in our rover, the tarred road was converged into a thin thread in front of me. I wasContinue reading “Nightmare”
Rhythm On The Field
The tumultuous crowd was cheering for me as I was going to make a save that would elevate my team to the finals. Bup bum, bump… The palpitating heartbeat, the clamour of noises from the stadium, made my stomach lurched. A hand was raised, the crowd hushed into a pitiable, piquant silence. My vision zeroedContinue reading “Rhythm On The Field”
Shimmering
Resplendence in the waning glow of the dreariest nights, I was haunted by the undaunted ebony figure that silhouetted above me, engulfing me in his unimpeachable and unbreakable grip. I cocooned at the furthest corner of my mattress, confiding myself to my own impediments, consumed by fears of not making it through the very dayContinue reading “Shimmering”
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