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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.
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 me up from the snow, where I was born (UkFin)
December 6th, 1941
The wind was howling outside, making white snow swirl wildly onward the streets of Helsinki. This day should have been one of those days, when people of Finland get together and celebrate their independence. Still everything was rather silent and modest. More likely unusually modest. Finland was once again fighting another war, which couldn't keep people in a festive mood.
The least cheerful of them all was the avatar of the nation himself. Tino Väinämöinen was heartbroken for losing his dear family members, Karelia and Salla, to Soviet Union. All he wanted was to get his cousins back alive and well but Ivan had them well hidden. That was why he had decided to co-operate with Germany and his overconfident brother Prussia to initiate the Operation Barbarossa. Though his boss and some others wanted even more. They wanted to gain more land for Finland; to build the 'Great Finland' in the process. The idea of that made his head ache and he sighed silently
Shower - Mark Gatiss/Reader“Where are you going (Y/n)?”
“For a shower!” you sang unzipping your skirt. “I’m going to get in now.”
Mark felt the fabric of his shirt sticking to his skin. A shower sounded appealing. He wanted to go first because you were infamous for long showers.
“Did you hear me Mark? I’m going to use the shower; I’ll only be a bit.” You said as you came back to where Mark was standing.
“No let me go first, you take forever (Y/n).”
“I’m going to get in first Mark, no use arguing.” You teased, quickly pecking his lips with yours and tapping the tip of his nose with your index finger. You then walked off and Mark playfully made sure that you saw him raise his middle finger as you turned the corner. You smiled and disappeared through the door to the shower. Mark drank more of his tea and lay down on the bed. You were both staying in a hotel together since Mark had to do some filming for the television se
Wake me up from the snow-- (UkFin) part 2
Tino stared Arthur speechless. The Brit stepped back from him and he noticed that he had been holding his breath. From deep within the Finn felt anger rising, willing to be set free. Though at the same time another feeling was fighting it's way trough his paralyzed state. He felt disappointment not towards Arthur but himself. He had wanted to stay neutral just like Sweden and Norway had done, but Ivan had forced him to act.
Now it looked like he actually had gotten too deep into this war, which had swallowed almost every nation in it's turmoil in a way or another. The only way out was to get through this, he knew that very well. Even though he tried to reason himself, the tears of shame and anger were already trying to burn their way out of his eyes. Arthur stood in silence, obviously observing his possible reactions. What irritated Tino the most right now, was how well the Englishman managed to his composure. Usually he was really easy to trigger, but now it was different.
The only ti
Spin the bottle - BEN Drowned X reader.You we’re tipsy and half drunk as You spun the bottle. You ate pocky as you watched it spin round and round and slowly stopped.
You finished one stick as you look at the pasta it pointed. You focused your eyes and saw Green and yellow, you look more closely and see...BEN Drowned.
“oh, BEN it’s you.” You say smiling foolishly. It took you a while to notice it was him.
“Am I really that short to not be seen or are you just drunk?” He asked.
“hmm…either.” You say, nibbling on another stick of pocky.
“hehehe, Nevermind that! You are gonna enjoy what I’m gonna do to you.” He says Grinning widely.
You made a confused look. You forgot what you we’re playing but then remembered it quickly.
“Oh.” You say, just realizing what was about to happen.
“Okay guys, what are we gonna make them do?” Splendorman asked the other creepypastas.
The Creepypastas glanced at each other and s
Chapter 21 part 1: The Forgotten Sky The Spirit of the Ring had leaned back in his golden and red chair as he looked over the game panel. He had needed to get his hands on a brand new strategy and as quickly as possible. I have to think of something quickly or the Earth will fall to Benjamin's time in power! he had thought as he took a quick look at the dark dragon sitting across from him. The dragon's features were warped into a nauseatingly, revolting grin, purely white incisors showing all the way. This really can't be good. This twist of events is certainly in his control now and judging by the looks of it, this falls into his schemes completely. Out of the blue, Bakura had sensed a pull coming from the game panel. He had constricted his eyes as he had scanned it, making an effort to detect where the source of the feeling was coming from. He had discontinued when his gaze had stumbled upon a miniature airplane that was leaving Domino City Airport. August Cardenas, my girlfriend
Spin the bottle - Jeff the Killer X reader.You spun the bottle and watched as it spun round and round and round and round and- it slowly stopped. You slowly look up and see a boy wearing a white hoodie with long black hair and a carved smile. Your eyes widen… Jeff…
“great…” you mumble.
He heard it and replied. “Like, I want to do this..I was forced.” He said looking away.
When you met the creepypastas, all had been very nice to you except one…Jeff the killer, one of the people who made your life hell. You and Jeff never really got along since then, you tried to be nice to him before, even did what he wanted, but his stupid attitude just will never change… once a killer always a killer…you thought as you sighed.
“okay guys, what do you want them to do?” Splendorman asked the other creepypastas.
They looked each other while grinning then started to suggest, Touch her boobs, RAPE, Kiss! , Just hug Already!
“Well the rules say: you bot
Chapter 21 part 5: The Soul of the Edge Isis had tried her very hardest to wipe out the wounded cries and the earsplitting noises of horse's hooves. She need the Millennium Necklace to show her a vision as to tell her who the trespasser was. She knew all too damn well that it was the adult thief. Where in the world is Jazz at? Isis had thought as she had looked around for me. Unexpectedly, Mahad's Millennium Ring that had hung around his neck had started to glow. Only, unlike the others, the glow had seemed to give Mahad serious pain. "Mahad!" Aknadin had hollered. "What’s the matter? What is it?" "The Millennium Ring...it's detected a great evil." "Oh, no!" Kate could feet it. That sickening sensation that had sent shivers down her very spine. If she had shut her eyes, then she could feel it shutting around her, like a dark room that was slowly getting smaller, constricting her breathing and causing it very difficult to breathe. She didn't even bat an eyelid. "What the...what in the worl
Transferred studentYou were a new student who got transferred to a new school . So which school is it?
1) full of giants
Brendon Urie X Reader The Hero and The Victim Ch 1 I entered the seemingly abandoned coffee shop. It appeared quaint and cozy as I looked at the dim lighting hitting a red fluffy couch with two matching arm chairs in front of a table littered with magazines. There were window seats with a few throw pillows, several regular tables with about three chairs per table, and even a couple of booths.
Inhaling threw my nose, the smell of fresh brewed coffee hit me. I pulled out an ear bud that was blaring “Ballad of Mona Lisa” by Panic! At The Disco. I timidly walked up to the counter where a woman with gray hair pulled back in a bun reveal a seemingly sweet grandma. “What can I get you, Miss?”
I looked up at the menu through my (h/l), (h/c) bangs, keeping my head slightly hung, “May I have a vanilla frap with extra cream?” I asked loud enough for her to hear.
“Sure thing, Sweet heart.” I moved to a booth
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.
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