#Story

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  • justatry 1h

    "So what made you follow me all of a sudden? "
    The soft light from my phone illuminated my dark room i was sleeping in from an hour.
    This question made me think for a moment , so i just clicked onto his profile checked his page it took me almost more than 20minuts to go through his profile. I was stunned , y was I not aware of such a talented person before. So, I texted him back, from how many months does he know me? To my utter shock the ans was more than 2 years. Wait a min what!??
    I guess I was blind. I don't know how many times did i say sorryy to him for the fact that I just didn't notice him. Oh what a handsome guy ,It was my loss i TOLD my self.
    " Is their anything that you can't do" I txted him back as I went on checking on his profile
    the ans was 'Dance'
    Engineers can never dance is what I told him.
    I was expecting something flirty like you teach me etc but that. Never came i guess they cannot flirt too.
    Or maybe I hardly know him, who knows whats hiding behind those dark eyes. According to what the pictures looked like he looked tall enough 5'9 , beards and dark black hair like a lion , dusky skin , dark round pupils and huge biceps but how gentleman he looked in those specks!

    So ,basic conversation went on between us for a couple of days regarding regarding Books, what music we like, our past, future plans , about families , God etc. I learned that he was v calm , talented and had control over all his feelings that's what he said. These few days we talked he never got angry for my kinky behavior a couple of times or my long msges andr mood swings. I had to learn so much from him I thought to myself
    I kept on thinking about him not that I fell in love or affection but for some reason I wanted to know him more and more. "Did he ever fell in love.?Y does he talk so less? Is it just with me or he's same with everyone. Thoughts consumed me and I just fell to sleep.
    ---------------------------------------------------
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    It was just the beginning ❤

    Thinkin' about you
    ©justatry

  • riya_patil_rr 9h

    #dream #story #alien #magic #grandmother

    Based on one of my Dream I had.

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    Alien Grandmother ( A short story based on my dream)

        There was not a lot of time left to prepare for the Algebra test. My Cousin and I were trying our best to understand a term's worth of Algebra in a single day. She was hungry so she asked me for food.
        "I will bring you a fruit".
         I went in the kitchen and picked up a fruit.
    I threw that fruit towards her and she catched it and took a bite.
         I was going to sit back to study when I noticed something unusual out of the window.
         I went towards the window and was shocked to spot an Ufo.
        My mind went blank.
    It was 10 pm that instant, but the next instant, I found that it was 10 am. The fragment of time between the two intervals had disappeared.
    I sighed.
          Due to this unusual situation, our exams were cancelled. Various theories were spend like wildfire in the masses. Most of those were related to an Ancient Alien Artifact which was known to control Time.
         I returned back to my village with my Parents. Relaxing under the nature, walking among the fields, gazing at the birds,etc my time was floating like a happy dream.
       While walking among the fields, I saw a small hut in the outskirts of our village. My curiosity forced me to walk towards the Hut. I went in the backyard of the Hut out of more curiosity. What I saw took my breath away.
    There I saw three Grandmothers. One of them was planting rice but the other two didn't seem normal from any angle. One of them had climbed above a Cocunut tree. Large amount of water appeared out of her hands. The water was been offered to the tree. The third Grandmother was playing with Ice which magically appeared out of her hands, just like Elsa.
       When they noticed me, they looked at me and smiled kindly.
    "Hello Granddaughter, we are here to take you back home".

    ©riya_patil_rr

  • a_pratyaksh 10h

    हार के वास्ते लड़ा हूँ मैं
    जंग में जीतने का डर भी है

    उसकी शीरीं जुबां पे मत जाना
    हाँ वो मीठा है, पर जहर भी है

    - श्याम कश्यप बेचैन

  • angelqueen 12h

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  • a_pratyaksh 13h

    कुछ तो रहेगा दिल में कसकता हुआ ज़रूर
    माना कि मेरी याद न आयेगी मेरे बाद

    - गुलाब खंडेलवाल

  • sakshichouhan 20h

    पोंछा था कभी इसी से माथा उसका
    वो दुपट्टा जिसे सीने से लगा रखा है





    ©sakshichouhan

  • pakhi1738 21h

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    ����������: A classroom full of university students all gathered together to remember their fellow classmates who died in a car crash while returning from a party a week ago. The students are now getting ready for the remembrance walk in the campus. The plan is to plant a sapling in the garden for each one of them and then enlighten candles in the hall in front of the memory pictures after the walk. Lydia, one of the students, was handing over the candles and saplings to the rest of the class and Ryan was explaining them the route they will be taking for the walk. After he was done explaining, he came to Lydia.

    Blue top, white trousers, white sneakers, hair tied up in a high pony tail. Yes, that was her. The girl he knew pretty much his entire life.

    Ryan: Hey! I just wanted to say that you don't have to do this. I am fine now. I can handle all this on my own.

    Lydia: I never doubted you once Rainy. And I'm not doing this for you. I'm doing it for them. They were my friends too.

    Ryan: I really appreciate you coming today. I don't know what I would have done if you were not by my side this entire week.

    He said this and lifted her muddy hand that was resting on the back of a chair. She immediately pulled it back from his hand with a bit of discomfort in her eyes and was about to say something but Ryan interrupted her. "I'm so so sorry. I didn't... I promise it won't happen again", he said with a hesitant, stuttering voice.
    There was a dead silence in that room for a while as the entire class had a blurred idea about what was going on with these two and Ryan, very unintentionally, grabbed everyone's attention when he freaked out after Lydia pulled her hand back. Trevor, their common friend, decided to end this awkward silence and torment for them and said, "Come on people. We need to get going now if we want to finish the walk before the sun down. These plants are not gonna get in the ground on their own."

    Lydia hastily walk passed Ryan without making another eye contact and Ryan got in front of the four lines to guide them. They both kept ignoring each other during the entire walk. After the walk and plantation was over, they all gathered in the hall for the final goodbyes. Seeing all their happy faces in the pictures, remembering the moments they were captured in and all that silly fun they had together made every pair of eyes in that hall tear up. The bright yellow light from all the lit candles made the room glow up like gold in fire, like reflection of the most beautiful sunset in a river.

    Ryan was in a really bad shape by now. He couldn't stand in front of all those pictures and not think about what happened that night. He couldn't stop thinking that it was all his fault. He knew how wasted Dylan, his twin brother, was that night. He should have never let him drive no matter how much he begged him to. But that's just how strong their bond was. It was almost impossible for Ryan to say no to his brother. Lydia sensed that he was not okay and she wanted to be with her best friend in that moment but she didn't knew how to be just a friend when he clearly wanted more out of that friendship. Ryan stayed back that night at Lydia's house when Dylan and others left after the party. He wanted to confess his feelings and that was partly the reason he agreed to Dylan's pleadings for letting him drive his car. Lydia rejected his proposal but never gave him a reason other than that he was his best friend and she didn't wanted anything to ruin that.


    Looking at Ryan in that hall, bursting into tears, punching through the photographs on the wall and losing control, she wondered if he ever blamed her for what happened, even for just a fraction of second in past seven days. The thought of losing her best friend or that she might have already lost him brought the worst out of her. She couldn't breathe. Her anxiety was chocking her up and her palpitating heart was screaming for her to get out of there. She started running and didn't realised when she got out of the campus. She didn't realised that she wasn't supposed to be running in the direction she was headed. All she could think was that she needed to get as far away from those faces, especially Ryan, as soon as possible.

    "Hey you! Stop! You are not supposed to be running in here", someone shouted from behind.

    She heard him but she didn't wanted to stop. She was ready to give anything in that moment if only she didn't had to face Ryan. She just was not thinking straight and kept running.

    The person started running after her and yelled again, "I said stop!" And by the time she could process what was actually happening, it was too late. She heard a gun shot and as she turned back, she saw something that looked like a bullet coming right at her in slow motion.

    -Pakhi✍️


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  • shabdon_ki_dibiya 1d

    SHABDON KI DIBIYA


    Main dikha dunga tumhe ki meri chahat kitni hai ek din
    Zara waqt to aane do.
    Tab tak tum bhi sahuliyat rakho mere jazbaton ki
    Yun mujhse door jane k bahane na do.

    मैं दिखा दुंगा तुम्हें कि मेरी चाहत कितनी है एक दिन
    ज़रा वक़्त तो आने दो.
    तब तक तुम भी सहुलियत रखो मेरे जज़्बातों की
    यूँ मुझसे दूर जाने के बहाने ना दो.
    ©सोnamAली
    ©shabdon_ki_dibiya

  • lafz_by_anurag 1d

    कितनी दूर चली गयी है
    हमसे यूँ अब जुदा हुई है
    सदियों से थी संग हमारे
    पर अब क्यों यूँ खफा हुई है
    इंसानियत ही तो नाम था उसका
    पर उसका अब नामोनिशां नहीं
    उसके दुश्मन को अपना कर
    आफ़त ली हमने अपने सर
    ऐसा विष यह घुला जो रग में
    जिससे बन गए हम हैवान
    अब तो लगता अंत यही है
    जीवन अब अनमोल नहीं है।।
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    कितनी दूर चली गयी है
    हमसे यूँ अब जुदा हुई है
    सदियों से थी संग हमारे
    पर अब क्यों यूँ खफा हुई है |
    ©lafz_by_anurag

  • lafz_by_anurag 1d

    फ़रेबि दुनिया के बिच रह के
    ख़ुद की पहचान ही भुल गया
    यूँ सबके साथ रह के भी
    कितना अकेला सा हो गया
    उजालों के देश से काफ़ि दूर
    मैं कबसे अंधकार में चल रहा
    ढूँढने को मंज़िल था निकला
    अब वज़ूद से भी दूर हूँ हो चला
    ढूँढने को उम्मीद की किरण था निकला
    पर अंधकार में टूट गया मेरा सारा जज़्बा।
    ©lafz_by_anurag

  • srisaptoawaits22 1d

    Story...

    Standing by the shores,
    Rivers flow within us,
    In the midst of love,
    Miles along the smiles,
    Yield a love,
    Love filled with story,
    Of fairies and wonders,
    Visions dreamt,
    Even ages before!
    ©pagla..(with)

  • azulonze 1d

    The Ghost from the Corner.

    Another Night,
    Filled with Same Slowed Songs,
    Reminisce answers my Rhetorical Question.
    "Why am I Strong? And Alive? With a Heart?!",
    And Boom! Tears Fall! Like my Faded Black Locks...

    Strangers I used Know, Know...
    That I am Alive because of Crying a River.
    When Words Fail,
    Tears become my Sail.
    It Guides me through the Current...

    The Ghost from the Corner, Slightly Feels...
    For it Had been Staying with me from 16,
    Watched my Horrors Hatch into Reality,
    Of Loosing People who meant more to me...
    It had Seen my Secrets & Sins,
    Failed Attempts of Relationships,
    Forgotten Saddening Blessings...

    The Ghost from the Corner Knows,
    Everything that Killed,
    The Soul and Warmth I Give Freely.
    It knows, I am Waiting to Sleep for Eternity.

    From,
    A Humbled Kid with Words

    ©azulonze

  • lucifer_says 1d

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  • oddevenwritings 1d

    The way you look at me

    The way you look at me
    Takes every part of me
    Your eyes tell me a story
    Stories you try to burry

    The innocence I see in you
    Makes me surrender to you
    I see wounds in your smiles
    Smiles worth a million miles

    ~Karina

    ©oddevenwritings

  • shailesh_d_one 1d

    I wish I could !

    I wish I could,
    stop these deaths..
    every other person is giving up,
    on adjacent beds.

    Look at those bulbs,
    they are always red !!
    close one's mourn,
    nothing left to be said.

    Vaccines are out,
    hasn't stop that route ...
    bodies carried in bulk,
    to crematory grounds.

    Shortage of ventilators ,
    how does it sound ?
    surely worse than,
    a fired bullet round !

    No differences now,
    all on same page ..
    suddenly everyone ,
    act like a sage !

    Authorities once again,
    miserably failed ?
    you elected criminals,
    how are they even bailed ???

    Is there anyone,
    who's listening our prayers ?
    I assume it's human beings,
    who gotta change gears !!

    Wear a mask,
    it isn't a difficult task ..
    take things seriously,
    or tomorrow might be your last !!

    I wish I could,
    stop these deaths ..
    Can no longer see people,
    losing their breath !!

    ** Dedicated to the real situation in world right now **

    TBC
    ©shailesh_d_one

  • prernasaxena 2d

    There was a girl....Not so known of this worldly world...She Wishes to do something on her own....She was soo Dumb As Some looneytoon...She Started working As her first opportunity knocked on her door....She was Soo passionate As some cyclone...She met there a guy, Who she used to sympathise...He showed her that how Everyone hate him only she could help if she never believe their lies....He started telling her all the stories that how innocent was he or how did everyone use to deceit...He started making layers As he was the only guy, whom she can trust for all her life... She started covering up his all made up lies, she started sympathise him in every part of life.... People around her started telling her that how she's dumb that he's using her...She use to fight just to protect that guy...they started celebrating each other's low and high...He use to help her friends going out of the way, she believed as if he's some saint....But she never knew what's on her way....She celebrated his Birthday with her friends and him, she did everything just to make him smirk....But on the way he made her realise as if something she's going to drop As their is less time....She holded his hand and confessed her feelings, he was so happy As that's all he wanted....But this was the time when she was going to took a frightening step....Her life was about to change with this drastic step...!!!



    Read it and Give your honest and sincere Reviews ☺️�� Story Created by me and published this last year on Wikipedia....Hope you all like it...!!!!

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    That Black Soul Behind that White Face.....!!!

    There was a girl....Not so known of this worldly world...She Wishes to do something on her own....She was soo Dumb As Some looneytoon...She Started working As her first opportunity knocked on her door....She was Soo passionate As some cyclone...She met there a guy, Who she used to sympathise...He showed her that how Everyone hate him only she could help if she never believe their lies....He started telling her all the stories that how innocent was he or how did everyone use to deceit...He started making layers As he was the only guy, whom she can trust for all her life... She started covering up his all made up lies, she started sympathise him in every part of life.... People around her started telling her that how she's dumb that he's using her...She use to fight just to protect that guy...they started celebrating each other's low and high...He use to help her friends going out of the way, she believed as if he's some saint....But she never knew what's on her way....She celebrated his Birthday with her friends and him, she did everything just to make him smirk....But on the way he made her realise as if something she's going to drop As their is less time....She holded his hand and confessed her feelings, he was so happy As that's all he wanted....But this was the time when she was going to took a frightening step....Her life was about to change with this drastic step...!!!


    ©prernasaxena

  • akela_lisianthus 2d

    Through the alley of uncertainties
    I traverse with numb feet
    Never knowing the destiny

    I thought I tripped over a stone
    But it was my favorite star
    And now I landed on a river that flows in the skies

    Thunderclouds are transfiguring into rainbows
    Sure it is an eye candy.
    Yes. Candy of seven flavors.
    Took a piece from each.
    Held them in my tiny hands
    wondering what to do.

    I'm pretty sure, I'm going mad
    But yeah, it's just a dream.
    So mended them into one
    and took it on my mouth
    Hopefully this time I'll find my way back home
    Hopefully this despondent dream of a dream will be over

    But lucidity was never in my dictionary
    Again I landed on something fluffy.
    Beautiful clouds, but something strange
    They were completely transparent

    When I looked down
    Oh my world, I saw myself dozed comfortably
    on a pillow, warm and cozy
    And so I thought
    I reached out my hand to touch her cheek (mine)
    It wasn't as warm as her bed
    And I noticed her pillow was damp

    Oh poor thing
    You are not as happy as me.
    I'm in this wonderland, lost and tired
    But it's better here because I'm lost.

    I like this evanescence of dream because
    here everything is being how it shouldn't be.
    That makes me crazy because my reality is different from that of the girl who is sleeping.

    ______________________________________
    I don't know what this is. Just went the flow...surely I've gone mad����
    _______________________________________

    @anirockz7 @mirakee @writersnetwork #life #akela_lisianthus #bts_army #poetry #diary #depression #story #dream

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    As lost as Alice, as mad as Hatter

    ©akela_lisianthus

  • sweedle 2d

    A friend challenged me to write a love story between two inanimate objects and what more better objects could be than pen and paper ???



















    #sweedledsouza #pod #repost #pen #paper #penandpaper #love #lovestory #shortstory #shortstories #writersnetwork #mirakee @mirakee @writersnetwork #rwu #story

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    I fell in love with the one who tainted me with an unfulfilled promise. I am a humble piece of papryus, you can call me paper. I can be a sticky note, I can be a collage cut out , I can be a handmade greeting card or a glossy printout. Irrespective of my shape and size, you can hold me between your fingers. But I am not yours. He beat you to it and claimed me as his. He too comes in different forms. He is scraggly, he is suave, he is colorful and he is proud. The first time I seen him, he was pumped with fountain ink and a pen like him was not so hard to miss. I let him engrave his name on my skin, his touch was rough but also a bliss. My friends call him a drifter, a Casanova with style and I know they say the truth but I still want to be with him whenever he is near. He writes to me poems he memorized from other book, says writing is a hard-working job. I let him vent out his frustrations on me, and there are scratches and blotches of rage in each of the page but I know he never meant to hurt. He may tell the most beautiful tales when he dances on different surfaces bit I have all of his secrets safe with me.
    We are pen and paper, we are a play of words and actions, we are in love and this is our unusual story.

    © Sweedle

  • amatullahsabir 2d

    Serein
    (A light drizzle from a seemingly clear sky)


    Tell me a story of your drizzle,
    Show me the intricacies of a river's ripple.
    Paint me a picture of your sunset adventures,
    Take me for a drive on coastline indentures.
    Become my serein,
    Be the rain that keeps me sane.
    Breathe the smell of petrichor with me,
    Sit still and listen to the waves of the sea.
    Sing me a song of your conversation with the sun,
    Grab my hand and let's just run.
    Become my serein,
    Be the rain that keeps me sane.
    Run with me to nowhere,
    A place where no one cares.
    Unleash your inner poet,
    Recite to me the beautiful words you've set.
    Become my serein,
    Be the rain that keeps me sane.
    Let's lay on dewy grass together,
    Gaze at the stars forever.
    Show me what the moon sees,
    Declare what messages are carried by the breeze.
    Become my serein,
    Be the rain that keeps me sane.
    Swim with me in a stormy ocean,
    Dance like everything is in slow motion.
    Reveal the secrets the trees whisper,
    Let's follow the path of a river.
    Become my serein,
    Be the rain that keeps me sane.
    ©amatullahsabir

  • darkrealmqueen07 2d

    A conversation yet to be heard...

    "How was your day?" A person not-so-important to Leanne but still kind of important to her, asked. Her enigmatic eyes, barely alive with the dying embers of reason and trust narrowed in suspicion, the cause which she could not remember.

    But her mind answered through her mouth. "My days are lying in a corner, stoned, crippled and rusted. Nights stretch too long. I walk a mile and these waves push me back two miles. But I just don't stop breathing and am hoping for light."

    The words had a very philosophical effect on her partner, one that she did not intend to bring upon their very-- for want of a better word-- official meeting or date if you will. But she'd wanted to speak to someone, about this... wrinkled chasm inside her, even if it is to her persistent yet very attractive co-worker, whose warm brown eyes now stared at her, scrutinizing her face with the level of precision that only a close friend could bring.

    "Why do you feel that way?"His question baffled her. She was tempted to lie, but something about the way he looked at her, those warm brown depths darkening with concern, that made her heart speak the truth, overriding her mind.

    "I don't know. Nights go on, every passing second a torture growing excruciatingly painful. Each breath is a dagger to the heart, and I can't comprehend what's real and what's not."

    His forehead knotted. She didn't bother deciphering the wheels turning in his head, and focused on her drink, a glass of white wine, very good stuff, obviously very much expensive. Her head was already fuzzy, and her vision dimmed, blurring the image of his tie, for one tense moment. Then it passed, like a soft touch, that of a flower or a breeze, very warm and pleasant to feel.

    "Do you need help?" His mind was panicking, she knew. After a heated argument the night before, their relationship was rocky, and on the verge of collapse, as they both knew.

    She let out a soft laugh. How naiive. He was clearly not the one meant for her, as her beloved would never panick. He was a coward in heart, wearing a convincing mask of faux bravado. And the concern that she saw, brewing earlier, was a lie, she understood.

    She reached for the bottle in front of her, and refilled her glass before answering.

    "Not the psychological kind, no. What I need," her eyes widened to better capture his attention, "is a lover. A lover who understands me better than myself. One that would hold me when I fall, reach out when I feel that I'm slipping, and would hug me in the days of my utmost distress and love me even when none would." A pregnant silence hung in the air conditioned room of their meeting.

    "Who is not me." It wasn't a question, but she felt like answering anyway so she did.

    "Who is not you." She nodded for emphasis.

    His eyes darkened, to the point that she thought it was black, though with anger or sadness, she did not know nor did she care. It was over for them, she knew, and he would have to learn to accept it sooner than later.

    "Then..." his voice was faint, but she could hear it echoing, "we have no further to discuss."
    It was his way of saying, "Goodbye, and may Fortune smile upon you, wherever you are."

    She nodded, the enigma ever present glowing in her eyes, a new light, that of freedom and trust. The cold nights were finally over. And dawn was approaching.

    They shook hands, and then she was gone, a wisp of black, for she was wearing all-black for their meeting, leaving not a trace, not even of her perfume behind.

    As each step she took, distanced her from hell, a victor's smile split her face in two, and for her moment she was glowing with warmth and happiness, the most beautiful combination.

    Yes... The nights were finally over.

    She lifted her face to the warm summer breeze to touch.

    And dawn... was approaching. Finally...
    ©darkrealmqueen07