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Encountering EmancipationEncountering Emancipation
The cage was opened but she didnt fly. A bird forgets to fly if she is kept in a cage for years. My daughter read the last sentence of the book, the book got closed and she was upset. In the living room, her eyes fixed on the drawer of the TV trolley, she was trying to find something. Focused in even small things, she would never compromise on putting her best in anything she does. She is my girl but completely unlike me.
What are you trying to find? I have just cleaned that drawer yesterday.
Who uses it in our house that you will find it?
I will find it myself. You dont worry. You just see this.
I am sitting on a long sofa and trying to relax while she is busy in her treasure hunt for the correction pen. Tasneem passed me a photograph. Photographs bring memories back and you feel like you are back in that old time, living all those moments again. It was her childhood photograph
The Invisible ManI was sitting there like an invisible man. It was by my own choice. A lady came to the street where ATM stood tall. I was waiting since so long. I robbed her. The ladies who who saw me are now dead. The street was not a busy one. There were only four females, one got robbed and three got killed. Why did I leave the one whom I robbed? The answer is simple. I love hiding, like an invisible man. The hide and seek game was listed as an achievement in my resume of life. Secondly, I only rob a person once. There were only two choices either rob or shoot. I chose money and I am still the invisible man. Police is still trying to find me but they wouldn't be able to find me because I am an invisible man.
I was sitting there like an invisible man and dreaming such non-sense.
SMILESmile does it for everyone. Just a smile. Have you ever received a smile from stranger? It is so selfless that it just gets into deepest chord of your heart. You know it is not fake. You can feel the warmth and the joy. Even fake smiles work. It has a fair chance to make you happy but more than that it does make other people feel special. Still try to put a heartfelt smile rather than a fake one. Smile to everyone, even if that person is a stranger. Who knows that smile can change that person life forever. Who knows that smile can vanish some anxiety/worry which had a strong potential to make a huge lost afterwards. Who knows that smile can give him/her a zeal to live.
Pass it on with a smile
Thank you - Mom - you rockA mother love is everybody's first love.
So is mine, and will always remain.
Maa, Thanks for always being there.
For being my best buddy.
For doing every possible thing to make me happy.
For all the time, support and moments we share.
For shaping my personality.
For encouraging me every time.
For seeing dreams from me.
And all the unconditional love.
Now its my time.
I wish and pray I can do the same.
Wish me luck.
Love ya Mom.
Love of a full year, one day of recognition
Love of a lifetime.
And you my dear God, you are great. Life is indeed a blessing in so many ways and its only you who could make such special creations.
Haunting Deja VuHaunting Déjà vu
It was Friday the 13th. The fairy angel was walking aimlessly whole night. The night, which was under the magical spell of full moon, betrayed the fairy by taking away all her magical powers. Though she still had her wings intact but now they were just reduced to ornamental prominence. She could no longer fly in the wind. The wind danced to the howling of the wolves and snatched the red roses out of the mother tree's hands. If fairies had blood in their bodies, she would have surely bled out completely from such treachery but her wings were red due to the color that roses shed to share sorrow with her. The bed of roses crushing under the angel's feet led to a grave. She was so engrossed in her spirit's hollowness that she didn't know she was in a graveyard. On reaching close, the sight and the mind started to converse with one another. Her consciousness took the message that her senses were trying to convey; it was her worldly name on the grave. But the fact sti
Before the dawnI
Ahmed was deeply engulfed in a book. He was enjoying the first printed edition of a vintage book. He loved to collect antiques and then sell them so other people can have the pleasure equally. Old is Gold, and they truly believed its preciousness. Similarly there is nothing like first love.
Sara entered the antique shop. He went to the entrance to receive her.
"A donut for you."
"Like always, thanks"
Antique furniture and there conversations were a routine. Ahmed excitedly showed Sara the new addition to hBedis collection.
"I got this book for just $10. They were throwing this valuable piece into trash. A 50s original. See! This is a first edition print. It is a personally signed copy."
"Very interesting. Great addition to be exact."
"So how was the day at the shop?"
"The usual plain donuts, sugarcoated people."
"That isn't that boring!"
"Just stand there for some hours and you'll know"
"Did you make any new sketches?"
"The ones which are for the university projects."
"I would love t
He's InsaneHe knows he was special, he always felt that uniqueness somewhere inside. He knows the fact that never in the history has been anyone exactly like him, nor will there be again. He also knows that every man was unique in his own way but he is among the lucky few people who realize it.
He is loud and full of life in the deepest details. He loves to talk but it was not the case when he was a child. He didn't speak for two years on this earth because of which his parents were quite worried. They consulted a doctor and after the checkup the result was out. "Whenever he'll speak, he'll speak to such an extent that it will be difficult for you to make him silent", predicted the doctor back then. The guess came true; he is a complete chatter box. Now he wants to be a motivational speaker. He wants to change the world and the minds by using this skill in his workshops where he can help people to improve and kindle a spark of hope in them. He believes small steps lead to a bigger change. People
The Chance The Chance
"What do you mean by saying we should give this relationship some more time?"
"Are you mad? I don't have any free time to spare, at least not for you"
"But Faiz… I can't even imagine my life without you."
"Do one thing, take some sleeping pills! It will help you to get some sleep, at least for tonight."
Faizan ended the call. He always used his left hand to do so, always. As soon as he pressed that button, his sight went to the watch that he was sporting on his wrist of the same hand.
The gold-plated watch compelled the memories to flow from his mind into his heart and continued its journey with the blood completing its uninterrupted cycles throughout the body. It was his twenty second birthday when he was gifted this watch by her girl friend Mayra.
"Thank you so much. I simply love it."
"After all our choices are so similar."
"..and I love you."
He could smell her aroma in his bedroom. Place where they shared some lovely moments, strangely not toget
Remembering the SeasonsUnder a cozy couch, she snuggled down her body wrapped in a warm blanket. Feeling the chilly wind caressing her face entering the room from an open wooden window showing the breathtaking view of the snow covered garden. Simultaneously she pressed the play button on the remote control of the DVD player. A cup of hazelnut flavored coffee held tight between her soft hands; she was watching a romantic movie. The atmosphere outside the house and the drama inside the idiot box resembled in the same frequency as fire reminds you of passion. Relationships were cold and haste between the characters and the streets were freezing and deserted. But in this bitterness, she was enjoying the heat of the summers residing in the ambience around her personal vicinity and the spring touched her heart with the flower motive embroidered on her jacket resting upon her left breast carrying the love organ.
This was the first paragraph that Mr. Teva read in the book titled Falling Leaves. The book e
TG Bride Possession 2 (CapTrade)
After trying and trying to get his buddy Dave out of marrying her, Seb was unsuccessful. For months now, Dave had been dating a woman named Anna who he was unaware was only a goldigger after finding out she was gonna divorce him and end up taking most of his families fortune in the end. Seb could not let that happen. But it was no easy task however, Dave was indeed blind to the idea she would do this to him. Pursion after pursion was enough as this hard act was the moment when Dave broke all ties with Seb as his best friend and bared him from the wedding. There was nothing more he could do, Dave was gonna marry Anna and it was gonna end badly for him.
The day of the wedding finally came and everyone was gathering into the church. Seb arrived as well only he had other plans in mind. Instead of going through the front door with everyone, he decided possibly to sneak in the back. Going around the back of the church, he was a lil confused at how there was no door, but a small window
It can't be so it must beSometimes i say it can't be
because it can't
but sometimes i say it must be
because it must
I must be
Therefore I can't be
Do you ever wonder if the cup you're drinking from has a bottom?
You see it has a pit - rather, a stomach - and how it ends to fit in your palm, but do you ever wonder if you're seeing everything?
It makes sense, to assume it has a bottom and to assume it must be able to be filled and emptied.
But what about the ones that sprung leaks? What about the ones who broke in all the wrong places?
You know what's going to happen to them. Cracking. Trashing. It's a death sentence, for something that cannot experience death. You must do something about it.
You pitch the worthless cup.
Have you ever wondered what it's like to be be the worthless cup?
Do you think about it daily? Does asking the question, "Am I a worthless cup?" haunt you?
Do you live in fear of that question? Do you live in fear over what you could be? What you can't be? What you must be? Are you ever c
To my dearest Minions. To my dearest Minions,
My name is Laertes, king of the Universe.
Or, soon to be. It is a slow and painful process, but I know that it shall be worth all the while.
Would you like to know more about my personality? Sure you do.
People tell me that I am very vain and narcissistic. I am not. I simply want to share my glorious-ness with the entire world, and force my minions to worship me. To be a faithful Minion, you must depict me in art forms of all types.
People ask me whether or not I have a favorite Minion. I do. My favorite Minion is the one who loves me the most. You know who you are.
My fan group, I love you , but not as much as you love me. I am far above that. I shall love you more in due time.
Thank you for listening to me today, and remember to be a faithful minion.
Your King and Overlord of All ,
PS. Remember my creator, :iconVanillasaurusRex: , and Remember my friend :iconTardar-Sauce: , who is typing for me because I do not have fingers.
MusicWhen I’m asked what I think is the most beautiful thing in the world…I respond, “Music.” Music can incite such feelings, emotions and memories in such a way that most things can’t. Even without words, it’s still a very powerful thing.
MirrorsThe corner of my mouth is throbbing and I really, really just want to rip that entire part of my face off right now... seriously I just want to burry my nails in my face and yank them down as fast and hard as I can, I want to hurt myself. I want to look into this mirror and see my blood. I want to hurt myself. And for some reason this storm is making the urge a thousand times stronger then what it usually is... How did I get to this point? how did I become this disgusting shell of a human. Am I still human? do I qualify? no.. I don't. how did this happen to me... why am I standing here staring into the eyes of this thing. These eyes.. the corners torn... bloodshot... how can the still see? My eyes. The mouth... dry and cracked... a cut curving downwards from the right... is that what so annoyingly hurts? yes, I believe it is. that hand slowing being raised to my face, it's mine, isn't it? Nails jagged and caked in dirt. fingers trembling, wrist covered in scars. yeah.. that's mine. I r
I had this saved.Verse: Original fiction.
Full Name: Isaac Simmons
Pronunciation: Eye-Sack Simm-ons
Nickname/Alias: I, Isaac.
Origin: It fit the character very well.
Pet Name: Izzy (long story XD)
Signature: (What is their handwriting like?) God awful XD
Gender Role: Acts more feminine.
Real Age: 16-18
Age Appearance: 14
Birthday: 2nd June
Birthplace: Wordsley Hospital
Immediate Family: Father (Derrick) Sister (Isabella)
Distant Family:Mother (unnamed)
Parenting: Very strict, Derrick didn’t want to make the same mistakes his parents did.
Upbringing: No real morals taught, he came up with his own at a young age.
Infancy: Dropped like a hot stone by Mother. Father kept him and his twin sister very much a secret.
Childhood: His childhood consisted largely of worry, constantly being afraid of being taken by the police whenever Derrick went out.
Adolescence: At age 14
Blue dragonIt's been 2 days since I had dreams about being a blue dragon.
The first dream was just me playing GO with my friend as a orange dragon and there's nothing else I can remember. One question, Why GO?! = ="
Another dream was weirder than the first. There was a news about the missing people in a town.
I and my mom went to a zoo in that town. During the time that my mom wanted to watch an elephant show, I went outside of the zoo to do something to wait for her because I was bored.
When I was walking along a bridge, there were a women and a girl walking pass me and I heard them talking.
"It's too hot here!", the child said.
"I told you it's not worth to come here.", her mom replied.
I didn't pay attention to them much but it seemed that they knew I was listening to them.
I started walk fast to be apart from them as fast as possible.
At that time the traffic was heavy and most cars stopped at a nearby junction.
I crossed the road and passed some stopped cars, then I started running si
Twiddling My ThumbsSometimes just sitting and people watching can be a source of some of the greatest entertainment. I always find my eyes and ears wandering when I'm in public, waiting for some interesting tidbit to float over to me. Most of the time it is just nothing nonsense. But...occasionally someone lets something big slip in the public eye. This is particularly true of restaurants and grocery stores.
I was meandering around at my favorite fast food place, Braum's (There are two Braum's in my town, this particular event occurred at my favorite of the two, the one my friend, Brandon, manages. I really can't stand the other one.), when I happened upon a conversation of two young lovers. They were chatting about where to go next. See, apparently they fled home because neither of their parents wanted them to be dating each other and probably for good reason. Regardless, they had come quite a ways. somewhere in the range of 300 miles in an old beater, working odd jobs along the way to supply the car wi
My MomMother - a feminine manifestation of love. Love that is name of sacrifice for her when she doesn't eat something so her child (no longer a teen) can enjoy eating it. Love, which shapes up as hope when she wants her son to be best and succeed. Love molds into her pride when her darling walks up to the rostrum and gets an award. Love which turns into aggression so she can fight for his son's survival, fetching for him his well-deserved recognition. Love becomes support and guidance, ever ready to be given whether he wants it or not. Her love can be illustrated as a hug, as a pat on her back, or may it be a compliment or simply, magical and soothing "Love".
My mom – a part of me, she is part of my life – most appropriately – she is my life. She is so very important I live through her breaths. I am her reflection, ambition, hope and faith and she is my mirror. Her love is unconditional, priceless and precious. Thank you my dear God for giving her to me as a blessing of yours.
All Here For A ReasonI turned onto a shady, well-manicured driveway that, for all intents and purposes, looked harmless enough. Maple trees lined both sides of the street, and a parade of Canadian geese marched across the road to a wide duck pond with a flamboyant fountain. There were blooming crepe myrtles and rose-of-sharons, and as I grew closer to my destination, neatly trimmed gardens with neatly trimmed bushes.
I stopped to let the geese pass. They looked at me; one hissed. I honked my horn and moved around them.
At the end of the road sat a collection of grayish buildings and a number of signs directing me to the appropriate parking lot. "Welcome to Ten Creeks Hospital," said one of them. "Please enjoy your stay." I parked in the visitor's lot. Surely I wouldn't be staying.
I was shaking when I got out of my car. I had spent the morning getting high. One foot in front of the other, flip-flop noises, hot sidewalk. Mulberry and magnolia trees, freshly shaved grass. A bench and pan for smokers. A set o
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