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Catching Fear

Catching fear in my palms, I knew I was devoid of hope, yet I still pushed on with the gossamer silver cord of life. Bang! BanG! BANG! Three knocks, in precise, it was the third consecutive three knocks, I was locked in... Continue Reading →

Clouds

What a queer sight to witness! A dark, murky, yet elegant spectrum of colours frolicking with the sunset, as if they playing hide-and-seek. I was imagining myself as the strutting peacock formed by the sporadic clouds, seeking pride from all... Continue Reading →

Broken Silver Cord

The petrichor was promulgated, there was no rainbow, nor a clear sky, it was greeted with another wave of eerie sombre clouds wafted above us, mantling the day with a unwelcoming shadow of death itself. She was heaving heavily on... Continue Reading →

Assassination

The crosshair was devoid of my target, I was at the top of the Manhattan tower, I run solo, in this field of profession. My prime job was to kill as paid, doing a clean job, almost everything. Things went... Continue Reading →

Boiling Broth

Growl... My stomach was sending a distress call to my system, prompting me to eat or to have a sip of water after two days and two nights without the basic necessities. I was out of resource when my village was... Continue Reading →

INfiltrator

Under duty, I was sleeping in the bunks of the enemies base, my mission was straight and clear, destroy the base at any cause, even by trading my life. I went in the base as a registered private, under the... Continue Reading →

Buried Rose

The muddy ground slapped across my face, my consciousness was back, I was being dragged by an overwhelming force, my body was devoid of energy, I could not react, but to succumb to this force. I pried open my eyes,... Continue Reading →

Blue, Blue Sky.

The polished jet black grand piano stood signularly across the room, the strings were beating in a melodious tone, the keys were capering gracefully, dancing in the rhythm of the heart, and moulding the shape of you. I postured myself... Continue Reading →

Close, But Not Close Enough

Suit and tie in place, cologne not too overwhelming, a little tinge of courage was what I needed. I made sure every inch of my outfit was ironed properly, no creases were allowed in this attempt in meeting the one... Continue Reading →

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