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.
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.
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
Wake up - Kanda x Reader
||A/N: This is all in Kanda's POV so i'm sorry if this sucks...and if hes ooc.||
That idiot she went on that stupid mission and got herself hurt badly, I told the damn chibi to be careful but she went and flip off my words like she usual does.
So now here I am waiting in my room for everyone to sleep or be in there rooms to get ready for the night, no way in hell will I ever let people know I went to see the damn chibi.
When it came time to do so I had got out of my room quietly and headed down the hall to the medical ward, as I did I started to notice this feeling in my chest rise again when I had heard of (Y/N)'s condition from the mission. It was that damn Noah's fault.
Was I worried? Che! Hell no I don't give two shits about this place, but lately this girl has been breaking down the walls I had up and i've only known her since before moyashi came around and joined so that would be about two years or more. Don't remember and don't care.
Anyway I knew that if I had these feelings it
Chapter 23 part 6: History of Winter "DAMN IT!" Benjamin had hollered as he slammed his fists on the game table. He was slowly beginning to fade away, his Shadow Magic weakening. "How could I have lost? I had everything running smoothly! My plan should've crushed you!" he had griped more to himself than to the mature white-haired male sitting across from him. "It's quite simple," Bakura had spoke softly. "You can't win against the Game Master. NEPTUNE CYCLONE!" he had stated, placing his left hand out. He laughed as Benjamin was attacked numerous times by the gigantic cyclone which had came from nowhere. He chortled as the demon had vanished into the depths of the Shadow Realm II, to be sealed away for all eternity.
"BAKURA! BAKURA!" I had hollered as I had nudged the robber, making an effort to awaken the badly wounded male. "Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha," he had chortled as he had awakened, his side faintly throbbing in pain as he had felt the blood drench through the make
The train station was unusually quite that night, Tatsuha noted as he ran up to the station. All to soon he figured out why when the sign beside the ticket dispenser stated: CLOSED.
He groaned heavily muttering out "Guess I'm walking back tonight...." Before turning around and walking forlornly out of the station. His head drooping down to stare at the path as he walked, when he came to a cross walk he looked bothways and continued, it was going to be a long one to get home.
Tatsuha remembered something, there was a road that lead almost straight to the flat. He'd be there in half the time. Now all he need to do was reach the Cemetery. It took a total of ten minutes to reach the Cemetery gateway, which was luckily unlocked. He smiled at the momentary good luck and walked forward, winding around multiple grave stones before seeing someone off in the distance.
Shinobu had been sitting on the bench that overlooked the nearby hill, the graves mostly
Secret Love - Kanda Yu Love Story - Chapter 23
We both rushed in and saw some akuma and people who were infected with the akuma's virus, they slowly were no more as usual when people get in the line of its bullet.
When we heard an amused laugh we turned and saw Tyki, okay so it wasn't what we expected but at least Akari wouldn't have that look of hurt and regret in her eyes, I don't know what its for or from but it seems like she wont tell me. So with that said her and I sprung into action to fight off that damn Noah and the what was left of the akuma.
"Looks like Mr. Kitchen Knife has a girl.." Tyki snickered
"Shut up!" I growled.
"Oh? Protective huh? Hehe wonder what would happen if she was killed...or either kidnapped." He continued to try to piss me off. And it was working.
Anyway as the fight of Tyki and I went on I knew she was fighting off the akuma, she was skilled so I knew she would fight off them with ease.
"Well looks like my plans on killing more was interrupted by you two...have fun." Tyki said as he retre
zexion x reader. the gerbilY/N your name
F/B favorite book
Squeak squeak squeak
Zexion looked up in irritation. Y/N new gerbil was running on its wheel. it just so happened that zexion was at the climax of a terrific novel. Y/N was visiting Demyx. "Silence" he grumbled. the rodent looked up and stopped momentarily. Zexion grinned and turned back to his book.
squeak squeak squeak
he grumbled under his breath. "why the hell is that vermin in my study anyway?" Zexion lifted the hard cover version of F/B and contemplated chucking it at the gerbil. of course, he decided against it. it wasn't the books fault.
Zexion stood and began to pace back and fourth across the floor in front of the cage. "what to do, what to do" he muttered.
squeak squeak squeak
Zexion clutched his hair and felt as though he could tear it out. finally he grabbed the cage and hoisted it up. quickly he dropped it outside the door and slammed it.
10 minutes later, there was a knock on the door. Zexion put the book down in frustration. h
ReaderXRiley Chapter 3 (final)After class you head off, almost running, to your locker. He isn’t there once you reach it, but you have a feeling that he is going to be arriving very soon. And sure enough, just as you are getting your lunch out and close your locker door, he is standing there. Riley grins brilliantly at you, as if he is ridiculously glad you took his invitation to eat lunch. Soon you are sitting eating lunch somewhere in the hall, chatting. Though you yourself don’t always know what to say, he is always ready to talk, or tell a joke. He runs his hand through his hair, “heh, I’m yakking up a storm. I haven’t really let you talk that much.” You look at him, feeling a little grateful for his consideration, “uh, well, there’s not much for me to tell.”
“Aw come on. What about your summer? I didn’t see you for a couple months. What happened?”
“Um, well, there was—” you are cut off as a text notification blares
The Silent SpaceHe talked so much, as if it would never end. She was tried of his endless talks; her patience was all consumed. The ambiance made her more vulnerable. She asked him to stop blabbering. She wanted him to make some love. Passion was still missing in his eyes; speech was the only sense that he used. Romance absent, so was sexual pleasure. She asked him to sense what her hearts words were, what messages her smile conveys. After all the real pleasure is in acceptance, in your hearts defeat. Instead, he made her silent. And the night ended like that, in silence, forever.