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  • nk_4d_poetry 3h

    Weeping Willow Tree

    A splash of water,
    Rustled upon its' leaves,
    Wept into a river,
    Befallen in a sea,
    A sun kissed ocean,
    Flourishing evergreen,
    Bounds to relinquish its' tears,
    For a willow tree.


  • sarahrachelea 2d

    I've got too many cities that I'm in love with. And the funny thing is ... I've never been there ... Most of them.

    ~ the nostalgic wanderer soul

  • sarahrachelea 4d

    I never want to lose you nor anyone
    But if you want to lose me
    I will help you


  • sarahrachelea 4d

    There he is
    Stands tall and firm at the center of her life
    Just like a shady, lush and proud tree
    He provides her peace and tranquility

    His nature arms wide open welcoming her
    He embraces her into a garden
    A safe place to live, a serene jungle
    A marvelous chamber
    Full of sweet fruits and fragrant flowers

    And as she enters his earthy soul
    Slowly walk into the forest of his heart
    He's binding her with the river of Eros, Philia and Ludus
    Washes her in a fountain of Agape and Philautia
    She's grounded by his lake of Pragma, Storge and Mania
    He's showering her with waterfall of passion, compassion, affection and infatuation

    In ephemery January
    Golden silvery periphery of emery
    He caved into her
    He let her to be his only one living obsession, possession and addiction

    His branch of fingers stroking her hair gently
    Then softly his roots are telling her,
    "I wood never leaf you."

    Just stay in here
    And I would never leave you

    ~ I wood never leaf you

  • cosmicpoet 1w

    NEWCOMER (chapter 3)

    (Lucy stood up instantly and went behind Eddy. She was so scared that her legs were shaking)

    Wh..Where is he? I..I... can't see him? Is he still standing there?? [Lucy]

    Yes...he is....[Eddy]

    Do you know his name? [Lucy]

    Yes.. I do... [Eddy]

    Can you tell me? [Lucy]
    I'm sorry I can't...[Eddy]
    B...but why? [Lucy]
    He is telling me not to...[Eddy mumbled]

    He is talking to you? Have you seen his face? What does he look like??

    ( Suddenly Eddy put one of her fingers on her lips and said..)
    ...Sshhhh...you're making him angry now. Go back to your room.

    [Lucy in a very terrified tone]
    You're scaring me Eddy. You were so cool a minute ago and you were telling me everything but what happened to you suddenly.

    I said go...[Eddy screamed]

    (Lucy stood up instantly and she ran towards her house)

    Sh..sh..show me your face. I wanna see what do you look like. I lied to her that I don't know anything about you and told her that I have only sensed your presence since my childhood. But I know you were behind every incident that has ever happened to me and my loved ones. You killed my dad 5 years ago...I saw you when I was in the hospital. I saw his soul that day and he was pointing towards you. You were there. You killed my mother and you stole my brother. Where did you hide him?? Tell me caecer...

    Don't..everrr..take...my name...do you want your little lucy dead just like mrs. Jocylen...

    To be continued...

    ~story + written by Mee

  • cosmicpoet 1w

    I have also posted the first part...you can check if you want....
    Corrections are welcomed here��
    #horror #mirakee #mystery #shortstory

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    NEWCOMER (chapter 2)

    ....Lucy took the painting and went downstairs and showed to her mom. Mrs. Lodge was also very happy after looking at the painting.

    [Lucy to her mom]
    There's one thing I don't understand...
    [Mrs. Lodge]   What honey!
    [Lucy]  this shadow...!!
    Do you know who's that?? Is it her new friend. she's gonna leave me isn't she?

    [Mrs. lodge]  o..o...ohh... Noo. Ofcourse not. why don't you ask your sister yourself. I'm sure she'd never let the thought of leaving you touch her head.

    [Lucy] okay if you say so. Guess I have no choice.

    (Lucy went to the backyard to find Eddy)

    There you are. I had to ask something from you.

    (Lucy showed the painting pointing towards the Black slender man..)
    Who is this guy with you. I can't recognise him.

    [Eddy stumbled]
    Oh.. it's...just...tt..I don't know.

    I know you stumble when you lie so come on speak the truth.

    [Eddy hesitated]
    There's actually something I wanna tell you. Promise me you won't tell anyone okay?

    Don't worry as long as you keep treating me donuts, your secrets are safe with me. Now tell me please.

    I think I can see people who are dead.

    [Lucy shouted]
    Wait..what?? You mean you can see ghosts? Like in real??

    Sshhhh...I'm not sure okay. I remember when I was 5 years old... my dad had died... I went to the hospital to see him for the last time and there I saw him coming out of his body and then vanishing in the mist. Nobody believed me even my mom didn't.

    ...who would believe such fantasies. Are you kidding me. you saw his soul coming out of his body and then he vanished?? (Lucy laughed)

    I'm serious okay? I can even see mrs. Jocylen sitting in her balcony right now.

    [Lucy stumbled with terror]
    B..bb..but..she died two days ago and we also went to her funeral right??

    Yes but I can see her.

    But what about that slender man? Who is he?

    I don't know. I only remember that he was always with me. Since my childhood I have sensed his presence around me.

    Is he still here?

    Yes, behind you!!

    To be continued..

    ~ story + written by Mee

  • abhishekkamble 1w

    @theultimateinsane @writersnetwork @miraquill

    #shortstory #stories #lost #love #author #aesthetic #hindi #forget #regrets #remembrance #lily #flowers #offering

    Paheli ek Barsaat ki!

    "Is asmaan ki lakeer bhi lambi hai, Humari zindagiya Khatam Hogayi napte Lekin Tumhe abtak yakeen nahi hai!"

    Tumhara reshamsa dupatta Halki madham dhup me leharata hua jhoom raha tha, mene usee pakadna Chaha par Tumse thokar kha gaya, pata chala ki tum hi anchal bangaye.
    Usne Apni ucchi awaz me sunaya : "Oye saamne dekhar chalo! Kaha dekh rahe ho?"
    Mere shabd bhi Mujhse dhokebaaji Karne lage, अ ब क ki gintiyan bulwane lage, yaad aaya me abhi bhi Uske bigde hue gusse ke aas-pass hu.
    Par jab aaj uss Tasveer ko Dekhta hu toh lagta hai jaise pehli Baarish ki mithi khushbu thi woh!
    Haaa usdin pehli Barsaat huii, shayad usee Nahi pata ki uss din me bheegne se bachna Chaha!
    Par bheegkar bhi Uske rang nahi dho paya mere Sharir se, shayad Yehi kehne woh ayi thi.
    Us sham me ghumta raha khudko paane me, bheegi huii Chhat thi, yaad aaya ki abhi toh woh mere pass thi.
    Fir dhuaa sa asmaan uski Muskan bangaya aur mene bhi muskuraya uss roothe badal ko.

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  • sarahrachelea 1w

    At the end of the day,
    Only love can conquer, endure,
    Transform, illuminate and transcend all


  • sarahrachelea 2w

    In a universe where you can be anything
    You wanna be with me


  • sarahrachelea 2w

    No risk, no story
    No history, no glory
    No victory...

    ~ take that risk

  • sarahrachelea 2w

    He sets me on fire
    He electrifies my heart
    He sparks my soul
    But most of all
    He feels like home

    ~ June, 16th, 2021

  • sarahrachelea 2w

    There are some things that tattoed without ink
    Like my name to your heart
    My love in your vein
    And my memories on your mind
    Your soul will always be stitched to mine
    And my heart's forever glued to yours


  • sarahrachelea 2w

    Don't you know that rain is the tears of sky?
    He cries so the rainbow comes to wipe it out

    ~ tears of sky

  • jaysri_writes 2w

    It's wintery morning. A heavy blanket of fog has covered the surroundings. The birds are chirping as they are singing their happiness. It's 9o' clock in the morning and I just reached my work place. The name of the place where I work is Banabashi. The name Banabashi is followed by a famous temple name 'Maa Banabashi Than' located in District Goalpara, Assam.

    It's Tuesday and the temple is crowded by devotees and is shining with diyas and fragranced by incense sticks. It's just created a heavenly and pleasant environment.

    It's a market day in every Tuesday in Banabashi. So it can be imagined that the place is absolutely snowed under with vendors and devotees. There are cabbages, culliflowers, broccolis, beans, peas etc. But the Brinjal in white colour caught my eye. Yes it's look like White in colour. Well, I would like to confess that I am bit colour blind. But it seems like white in colour. I just wanted to buy it though I am allergic to brinjal. For me it was like as right as rain for my evening dinner. At the same time I was afraid to buy lot as I am allergic to it. So I decided to buy just one white brinjal. I started bargaining with the green grocer and finally he was ready to sell one white brinjal for ten rupees. I was on cloud nine for my evening dinner.

    I rushed to school. The white brinjal caught everyone's attention. My colleagues were laughing to see just one brinjal. But I was having my head in the clouds as I only knew about my health problem. So I didn't complain about it; but just then the chowkidar pulled my leg by saying that 'this white brinjal will be so delicious for today's Mid Day Meal'. Again I preferred to say nothing.

    My duty was over, and I was on the way to my sweet home. But, at the same time I was bit angry and uncomfortable by thinking those comments passed by my colleagues and chowkidar. I got on the bus; it takes one and half hour to reach my hometown. Like everyday I was listening to my favourite songs on wynk app through earphone. But I was chased by those irritating comments. Even when I shut my eyes I could see the chowkidar's face with that wicked smile.

    Finally, the bus conductor shouted Mirza, Mirza. Mirza is my hometown surrounded by Maliata hill. I rose up from all those evil and wicked reflection. I got off the bus and finally I reached home. I took a hot bath and took a nap for 2 hours.

    Now it's 7o' clock in the evening and I am so glad and excited to prepare my evening dinner. I opened my bag to take out the white brinjal. But to my surprise it wasn't there. I searched for it carefully but no I just couldn't find it. I looked for it everywhere in my room but it wasn't there. I paused for a while and deeply thought about it. Ok I got it , I mean not the brinjal but the moment when I got on the bus and placed it just beside my seat and I forgot to take it back. I got angry; this happened all because of my colleagues and the chowkidar but at the same time I felt pity for my situation. I laughed out loud at myself as the delicious white brinjal gave birth all the evil thoughts in my head. But finally I realized how greedy I was and how wrong my thinking was! Well, better late than never!!

    @miraquill @writersnetwork #shortstory

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    The Brinjal

    It's wintery morning.
    A heavy blanket of fog
    has covered the surroundings.
    The birds are chirping as
    they are singing their happiness.

    It's Tuesday and the temple
    is crowded by devotees
    and is shining with diyas
    and fragranced by incense sticks.
    It's just created a heavenly
    and pleasant environment.

  • sarahrachelea 2w


    I love you so bad it hurts
    I'm obsessed with you it's unhealthy
    Sweetheart, cherry pie, my whore
    I adore you to the core it's gore

    ~ brutally possessed by you

  • sarahrachelea 2w

    It turns out
    It's not that easy to love
    Like you've never been hurt
    For once again

    ~ heal and restart your heart

  • soulfulpebble 2w

    The Unlucky Writer

    The Unlucky Writer

    Vinay was busy writing one of his stories for his blog. Being a writer by profession and the author of several bestsellers, synthesizing small articles was a piece of cake for him. He was carelessly sipping his coffee and typing words in the keypad. His phone kept buzzing at every incoming notification but he ignored them and kept writing.
    Tired and finally irritated by the constant disturbances, he decided to check his messages. Among several usual messages, there were about twenty messages from an unknown number.
    Opening the chat, his eyes widened in amazement, "Thanks for creating me father. Although, I need to ask, why did you get me killed by poisoning in the first chapter ? I was a good man, religious and honest. I deserved to live till the end!"
    He was shocked. He hadn't published the novel yet. Nobody knew the story. Who was this guy?
    He decided to reply. "Who are you?"
    The message was delivered but not read.Vinay shook his head and closed his eyes, relaxed on his chair and faded to sleep.

    Few moments later he opened his eyes, picked up his second phone and opened his message. There was a message from this author guy who had fabricated him. He read the message out loud, "Who are you?"

    He smiled. Who are you ? He doesn't even know me ? "I am Rahul, Mr. Vinay." He wrote. "You generated my character in your upcoming Novel. How great of you to create and forget me in month. Wow! You really are a great guy! Anyhow, you will remember me. I am the one who poisoned your coffee today." He inserted a smiling emojii at the end.
    He looked up at the sky and started laughing with a sly, devilish and victorious smile on his face.

  • sarahrachelea 2w

    And just like a lone wolf
    Whose then howl to the full moon at night
    I will follow you into the dark

    ~ Schatzi

  • samyukta_saru 2w

    She entered into his bubble
    With conditions such that would burst it
    She just wanted Love , and she cared less about how she herself won't give it though
    She wanted the world to revolve around her
    Forgetting she is just a part of it

    She fights and fights
    Till the time she losses hope
    Time asks her one last try
    But this time should be the other way

    Exhausted she surrenders
    The damage was done
    But now she clings to hope
    Hoping she is still stronger enough than the situation she is now
    Where she happened to drag, shatter, hurt, and broke all the ones who loved her once

    She started with forgiving herself
    And seeking out for forgiveness
    She fell in Love with the instant peace to her soul
    She let go of her hurt and filled her heart with unconditional Love
    This is where she again started to grow
    With peace
    She filled herself and everyone she touched with Love
    She now lives with gratitude

  • sarahrachelea 3w

    I don't mind forever imprisoned in your heart
    As long as you feed my soul love 24/7/365

    ~ spellbound