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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
"Mother, please don't make me go, I have nothing to wear and besides I'll be bored out of my skull," I said as I rummaged through my closet in a last ditch effort to try and find something ‘nice’, just in case she insisted that I go to this confounded party. It was just going to be adults, sitting around getting tipsy, and talking about nothing that interested me, sigh! I heard my mother's stern voice from a distance somewhere from within the house "Get ready and I don't want to hear another word about it!" she screamed back.
An hour later, we drove in silence to a friend of my mothers home, that she had known since childhood, who was giving a dinner party reunion at a rented hall down a long driveway and across the road from where she lived. We were greeted then lead into her formal sitting room, where the fireplace was lit and her old 'pug' dog was stretched out in a fitful sleep, snorting and writhing about, like it was chasing some feral cat.
charmcaster and the stonecharmcaster was looking for a way to get revenge on gwen she was searching mystical stone that is said to have magical propertys she found a stump surrounded by pine trees and one that stump was a stone that glowed purple "this must be it!" charmcaster said she picked it up and she fell right on her butt "why did I do that I felt like I forgot how to stand or something" she thought out loud she felt a soft tushy feeling between her legs and butt she looked down and she saw she was wearing a diaper "how did that get there I got to take this off!" charmcaster said she tried to stand up to take the diaper of but just lost balance and fell on her bottom again she had an almost irresistible urge to cry about it but she got over it "what the heck is happening to me!" charmcaster said the diaper was getting poofyer then *blart* "did I seriously just crap my pants?!?" charmcaster was becoming alarmed but slowly she was beginning to like the felt of the soft diaper around her butt it was
Nothing It all happened so fast. Like, a bullet that shot right through a heart.
I glared towards my aunt, clenching my teeth. Muttering, I spoke towards my father. "Can I cut that dog free?" "No. You'll get in trouble." "Me?! They stole a huntin' dog! From the streets!" I threw my arm to the side. Hanging around the county got my little accent going on. My dad hadn't said a word after that. He knew it was wrong. My aunt had stolen a dog with tags and collar. Dad was going on about wanting a picture of the poor thing before. ".. I'll take a picture of it. Gimme your phone." He had sighed then, and gave me the phone. Silent after that. Taking his phone in my hand, I turned towards my aunts van.
On my way, there stood my aunt yelling at my grandmas sister. "You mind your own business! I'm sick of everyone telling me what to do!" Glaring towards them, I tore my gaze as the sound faded. She needed to listen to us. Everyone, and yes I mean everyone , told her to let the dog
SUPER COLLAB BOOK THING! (Asking for participants)Fellow PMDU members, I have an idea. How about all of us work together, and create a story for our characters in PMDU to read and enjoy? A massive collaborative project with no limit to the imagination~
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Impossible to ConsiderBringing my hand across the lovely tawny fur, I remembered when the thought was impossible. We could never have what was right in front of me right now. But impossible actions can be done, minds can be swayed, and new members welcomed.
Florida, 2006, a day when it was far too hot to go outside to Sea World, the planned event of the day. Finding things to do indoors was an unlikely thing to do, unless of course you considered sitting and staring at a book fun. For me, reading is as much a hobby as playing a sport may be for others. Finding myself in the middle of Guardians of Ga'Hoole, deep into a world where owls flew the skies, fought battles, and lived in kingdoms, I stared at the pages, scenes playing out crisp and clear in my head.
Just when I was about to enter the climax of the book, I heard my dad talking about a dog that was free. It was a Rottweiler, like one of the past dogs our family had owned. Her name had been Floppy.
The Thin Line of LifeThe Thin Line of Life
If one were to walk the thin line...
The thin line of life...
They would need to walk blind...
For fear would freeze them in place...
Fear to put a foot in the wrong space...
The spaces split between great peace or distress...
Some stop walking...
Some keep going...
Others wobble and fall...
No matter how long and far you walk, never stop.
The line never ends till one day you open your eyes and see...
That you see you didn't need to open them anyway.
Goodbye Long HairDear Long Hair,
What we had was great. But then things started to split and our relationship became a love hate one. Sometimes you'd cooperate and make me feel pretty good about myself. Other times you weren't there like I needed you…Sure you were there but it wasn't like the real you, the good you. Sometimes you just wouldn't decide what you wanted to do with yourself which was hard for me. And I'm sorry that I would pull at you and threaten you, I never wanted to hurt you. I admit, I should have taken better care of you. Life with you was so wishy-washy though and as much as I could love you (at times)it just became a hassle to deal with you. So I let you go, I cut you from my life as cute and wonderful as you may be I had to move on and find something new. I do miss you though especially when I look at old photos. I can get kinda jealous. But then I think "no, I can only see the good things in these photos... these pictures don't show the countless hours of effort I put in and
The Secret of the VampiresIt was since midnight, and I was all alone. I have a very struggling days of having rumination forever since 2010. While ago, my mother brings back home with a pizza. However, I was happy that I ate pizza and continue on my computer. But today, when I came across a sprite page where I was about get Double Dragon 5 sprites, some weird pain felt in my head and back. "That's odd... I know my head and back's hurting. I'm gonna get some pills...'" So I get off and asked my mother to bring me pain pills. When she says "yes", I got the pain pills and get back onto the computer.
When I took some pills and was about to get DDV sprites once more, my head and back hurts worse The pills shouldn't work, but a terrible pain aches all over my body, including my arms. It worsen more when it start sharpening my fingernails, which developed into solid, black claws. My back feels very painful when the appendages started sprouting from it. The append
Good Quotes August 2014“For a star to be born, there is one thing that must happen: a nebula must collapse.
This is not your destruction.
This is your birth.”
“don’t buy that “love is a serious word” crap. love freely and carelessly. love yourself. love that lady bird that just flew past. love that cutie that served you lunch at a cafe that you’ll probably never see again. love every single cat you see and when you stop loving someone or something, don’t fight it.”
“He carries stars in his pockets because he knows she fears the dark. Whenever sadness pays her a visit, he paints galaxies on the back of her hands.”
“I was told
The average girl begins to plan her wedding at the age of 7
She picks the colors and the cake first
By the age of 10
She knows time,
She’s already chosen a gown
And a maid of honor
She’s waiting for a man
Who wont brea
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.
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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