56 posts
  • vibzofvibha 29w

    Lethal Drug!

    Toxic is the new Love,
    Lust is the new Romance!

  • 7th_manu 30w

    Their, Idea of you!

    People often fall in love,
    With their "idea of you".
    Not really "you", thats-
    What makes it taxing.


  • mrspectacular 37w


    Dennis has a big dream of being president of his country. He has had the dream since he was a four year old kid. At age 8, he told everyone to address him as President Dennis Sacrav because he believed he would be a president in the nearest future.
    Dennis has just got back from his college as a graduate of Political Science. He has been brought home by his parents' driver, Roose Fernando in their Classique Contour SUV. He loves the feel of being home after a long stint at the mercy of lecturers, books and school. Received with a hug from both parents, he is overjoyed by the concept of seeing his parents again and his royal styled abode. His parents, Chief & Lady Crenshaw are both parliamentarians and have houses in different parts of the world, he had stayed in one of the others while on his educational sojourn abroad, fully equipped with manservants and maidservants at his beck and call. He is now back home to that 'always winter' atmosphere brought on by the cooling systems that are never shut off for any reason, save maintenance. The house, a 14 room mansion is one of the best in town but everyone looks different, at least to 26-year old Dennis who had left the country when he was only seventeen to pursue his B.Sc in Political Science. It seems to have changed a bit, looking rather smaller than when he had left the country. He would not voice his reservations to them however for want of spoiling the joy of his return to the house.
    'Wow, it's been like ages here', he voiced out trying to clear the awkward silence that had spoken when they had finished with the greeting and pleasantries.
    'Yes son. We have missed your presence a lot in this house', Chief Crenshaw remarked.
    Later that night, after a well prepared and pampered dinner, the Crenshaws retire for the night. The next day and a few more would be a rollercoaster ride for the entire family.
    Dennis is asleep when he begins to dream about himself as the President of the country, standing on the podium where he is gaurded by secret service agents while giving a speech, for the first time as president, having won the election.
    Suddenly, he grabs his chest having been hit by a sniper's bullet, his orderlies all disperse in search of the sniper while one makes attempts to save his life. Jerking up, he finds his dad sitting right beside him with his hands on his shoulders having attempted to wake him up.
    'Son, what's the matter?', asked Chief Crenshaw. 'You groaned then held your chest. Are you okay?'
    He pauses for a moment then looking into his father's eyes he says,
    'Dad, I am no longer interested in pursuing politics'
    'What do you mean? How can you quit when you have not even started?', his father asks. 'I know I raised you better than that'.
    'Dad, it's not a matter of home training', Dennis says. 'My life is at stake here'
    The atmosphere becomes tense causing Sir Crenshaw to scream with a mixture of anger, fear and disappointment,
    'Don't be a coward, son', he says to Dennis. 'Your mother and I have been parliamentarians for years now. Do we look like dead people? I mean yes, we have been attacked a lot of times but are we dead? No. We pulled and are still pulling through'
    'But', Dennis tries to get a chance to strengthen his argument but is cut off.
    'But nothing Dennis', Chief Crenshaw screams. 'I don't want to hear of this again for any reason whatsoever.'
    'If that is what you want, fine!'
    'Yes... That's what I want, son', Chief Crenshaw says. 'Later this afternoon, I will be taking you on a familiarization tour. Is that clear?'
    'Yes sir'

    He wears fear almost the whole day. Minute to minute, he keeps remembering what he had seen in the dream and how it can actually happen anytime from now.
    Voicing out his concerns to both parents as he seems to be getting all the more upset by the dream, they both dismiss it as a normal feeling of cold feet which would eventually wear off after a little while but little did they know.
    'How doomed I am', he thinks to himself as he gets dressed to leave with his father for the familiarization tour. The sky at the moment seems clear but the cloud ahead is dark as can be, with blood all splattered over it.

    Arriving the venue of familiarization which is infact a campaign occasion by Chief Crenshaw's party, he is taken around. At a particular spot on the ground had been planted a large mine underground out of sight, activated and ready to be triggered with a trampling. It would taste so sweet for the opposition to see their bodies splattered all over the place. They would have a celebration afterwards having usurped the power in an easy but gravely cruelsome manner.
    The happiness from the opposition would be heard across nations as soon as someone amongst them accidentally steps on the mine.
    On the familiarization tour, proceeding to receive a handshake from one of the party member, Dennis steps on the bomb and immediately with a deafening bang, the venue goes sky high with body parts flying up into the air like the hats of graduands at their graduation. There is a quiet in the arena for a few minutes.

    The quietude is interrupted five minutes later by paramedics who rush in to evacuate the roasted bodies. Lady Crenshaw who had earlier declined being at the occasion on the grounds of ill-health is informed about the incident and invited to come over for identification of the bodies.
    Getting there, she sees them, just black, charred and crusty remains. She bursts out into tears,
    'If we had only listened to you, Dennis. I am sorry'


  • mrspectacular 38w


    "I will be a fool not to recognize how lucky I am to have a friend like you," Tommy says. Knowing how much Nuella does for him on a daily basis to help him be the best he can and most especially in the way she would always do whatever it takes to make him, he is not prepared to lose her for any reason. This friendship they share does not feel like the regular one as although they are opposite sexes, they would spend virtually everyday in each other's company. The relationship does turn heads. Whenever they would walk into a room, people would stare, some wishing they could be just like them, others imagining that the relationship would end in tears. Some would go as far as warning Nuella to be careful with Tommy because like all men he has a pole dangling between his legs and once he is done getting her oil using the pole, he would abandon her like an old refinery and move for the next available lady but she would debunk the suspicion with the position saying,
    'Tommy is not capable of such and besides we are just friends. I mean if we would be more, that would be in the marriage circle and environment so there is no hassle'. Her greatest fears suddenly begin to come through, on one Saturday night after a little outing with Tommy and it would turn out to be the worst night of her entire life and existence. Having gone out in celebration of Tommy's birthday, they are both so spent.
    'Wow, happy birthday once again. Good man', she says as they make their way back to Tommy's apartment in Nuella's SUV. She had earlier insisted they used her car for the day's outing considering the fact that the occasion is Tommy's Birthday.
    'Thank you so much Nuella', Tommy says. 'I really do appreciate this gesture. I mean you really made my day. I had a swell time today. Thank you'
    'Don't mention', Nuella says with a wide smile.
    'Won't you come in?',he asks. 'Just spend at least a few minutes. Maybe we could watch a movie or something with a bottle of wine or a pack of juice as you prefer before you leave. I mean I cannot just let you drive me home and I would not at least say thank you even in the littlest way possible'
    'Oh. That does not sound like a bad idea....Let me park the car somewhere and we can go in.'
    'Why not you just drive right in?'
    'Oh that would be most expedient'

    Nuella expertly operates her vehicle, speeding into house as though the house is a mile away then promptly hitting the brakes as soon as she is into the gate to avoid ramming into Tommy's car before turning off the engine. She lets herself down easily out of her vehicle to follow after Tommy into his house.
    'Alright, alright...Make yourself comfortable. I'll be right back with a pack of juice for your entertainment. You can equally help yourself to some television.' Tommy says as he leaves Nuella for the kitchen. Returning a few minutes later with the pack of juice in his right hand alongside to glassware cups in his left, he extends his hand towards Nuella offering a glass with which to hold the juice he would later on pour for her.
    'Oh thank you my good man', she says with a smile as Tommy takes a seat on the third seat on the three-seater sofa living a vacant space between them while pouring a portion of the content of the juice pack for her and later himself. There is an awkwardness building up as they sit alone watching some random movies. Two hours into their unplanned movie night, they both begin to steal periodic glances at each other. They did earlier make an agreement not to allow their emotions get the best of them and lead them into temptation but in the next hour, all of that would go up like smoke.

    Catching each other's glances, the moment becomes rather tense. Right there, they could feel something more than just platonic friendship but would later swear it was a crazy error of the moment. Unplanned and rather spontaneous, too spontaneous, they lean in for a kiss. A young man, very cute and innocent and a young lady, beautiful and seemingly naive. They both thrill themselves to the joys of kissing and like a twin effect, the sex also comes along rather unknowingly. Almost into the sex after some intense kissing, Nuella suddenly remembers what her friend had told her earlier about Tommy being only interested in how she tasted and how he would live immediately after so she quickly stops the festival and demands that Tommy promises one thing,
    'Have you only been with me all these while as friends only in a bid to get in my pants as you are about to do?', she asks curiously and seriously.
    'No...What makes you think so? As a matter of fact, I'm only doing this because you want it. I promise you if you were not down with it. I would not dare'
    'So we will still be best friends after this? No shading....No sidelining.... Nothing or such?' To this, Tommy gives a nod. 'That's beautiful'

    A few moments later, they have had their fun and sit quietly naked under the sheets. Nuella waits on Tommy to say something but he remains as silent as can be. Unsatisfied with the earlier assurance, she moves for a more tangible assurance.
    'Today's your birthday right?' she hands him a gift-wrapped box. 'It is a wrist watch. Oh I ruined the surprise right? It's just a token to let you know you'll always be my best friend forever till time itself fades'.
    After she gives him the gift, she begins to get dressed so she could drive herself home to reminisce the moment she has just had with Tommy and have a good night sleep. Getting home, she quietly goes for a shower and rest for the night.
    The butterflies she picks from the experience with Tommy would not let rest. She keeps thinking of all they have done together even to the point of dreaming about their future of four kids, at least Tommy had given her such an assurance and made her believe they would be together but even Tommy does not know such would not come through.
    . Unable to sleep, she goes on a joyride around the city between the hours of one and five in the morning, some early joggers find her in a coma with her head having hit the steering wheel with a great force upon ramming into a tree,
    'Oh my Gosh. Please help me take her into the car so we could get her to the nearest hospital immediately', Ferdinand Clark, one of the joggers screams having flagged down a passing vehicle.
    They manage to get her into the vehicle with a 45-seconds combined effort before the flagged driver zooms off to the hospital determined to save her life.
    For sixty full days, Nuella does not move a muscle nor does she speak a word but remains as stiff as a stiff. On the sixty-first day, the doctors decide that she is most likely dead and decides to shut down whatever treatment they have been doing and take her to the mortuary but 8am, she moves one of her fingers to the shock of the doctors who then decide to examine her once more and are thrown off their horses by the fact that she is alive.
    Two days after she is out of the two month coma, she is discharged. She thinks she knows who Tommy is and that he will wait for her to return and hopefully marry her. A young lady, she thinks he loves her in that manner.
    A mutual friend who had been at Tommy's wedding in England, Marriet is who she runs into while trying to fix things up at her house seeing it had been left unkempt for the past two months. Bumping into her at the mall where she goes for cleaning supplies, they begin talking about the trending events she had missed while in the coma.
    The wedding of Tommy and Emilia.
    She goes on and on about how it was the talk of the town for a full month. As she goes on talking, Nuella is infuriated and feels very betrayed by Tommy.
    'I will see you later, Marriet', she says to Marriet as she storms out of the mall enraged and pissed to the astonishment of Marriet.
    Infuriated, she drives over to the Tommy's new home , almost ramming into the house, getting out of the car and stalking to the door muttering some bitter words while letting out some tears momentarily. She rings the door bell,
    'Who's there? Come in.', Tommy answer from the couch where he is seated with Emilia resting her head in his lap.
    As soon as Nuella strolls in to viewing range, Tommy springs up to his feet astonished at her presence in the house. Scared and shocked, Marriet follows suit wondering why he had jerked up so abruptly.
    'Oh so she is the lady you threw our promises of forever over', she asks almost in tears.
    'Everyone thought you would not make it out of the coma. I did not know what else to do in that scenario'.
    'Oh really?', Nuella pulls a gun at the couple. 'What happened to waiting? Oh yeah I forgot you are an impatient dog'.
    'What do you mean?', he asks surprised. 'You said you wanted it too'
    'Yes I did but not a fling', Nuella responds. 'I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you but I guess I was foolish'.
    'C'mon. Come off it. You know I....', he attempts to clear the air. Before he can finish his statement, she pulls the trigger letting out a bullet from the Beretta pistol she holds which meets Tommy in his neck killing him instantly.
    'No', Marriet screams as she falls down to her knees beside Tommy shaking him vigorously in hope that he is still alive but he is lifeless, cold and stiff.
    Nuella makes a run for it and is never seen again.


  • likwidsay10 55w

    I'll Give it, All I Can Give~

    Welcome to life
    You heard the angel sing
    It's here that everybody dies
    Truth be told; I'm no different
    From a rotting corpse
    Bury six feet underground
    I'm highly animated flesh
    That's searching for my soul
    A source with no beginning
    Or any known end
    Find it and you'll find immortality
    But immortality is found
    After time stops for us
    I keep breathing, til I breathe
    My very last breath
    Every breath I take brings
    Me ever so closer to death
    I'm slowly being suffocated
    By the very air I breathe
    Where did this force called
    Life originate from
    And where will it go
    When it leaves?

    These dark remarks
    Are a challace to victory
    Hear me roar
    In a triumpant battle cry
    As I defy death
    With every single moment
    That I live...
    I'll give it, all I can give


  • sauda_02 69w

    Success is not final,failure is not fatal,it is the courage to continue the counts....

  • priyarajpandey 81w

    Self driven or socially driven?

    People ain't figuring out wats going inside but worrying about wats happening outside.
    "Self driven" or "Socially driven" ?
    But fatal.


  • manuhere 82w

    Beyond the debris

    -Manu Mishra

    I want a home
    I want to grow
    Life beyond the space
    I want to know
    How many touches you can give
    Memories are fatal
    Humans are eternal
    Actions live
    I will love you
    Just mot now
    There will be time and you'll know
    Bringing down the stars
    For the one who cherishes
    To make her glow
    I want a home
    I want to grow
    Life beyond the space
    I want to know

  • harsh77 94w

    First love

    First love is very fatal
    Isnt it?

  • ipsitashee 97w

    Fatal Attraction

    I am a slave to my love for you,
    I am a slave to my desire.
    Fatal attraction, like a moth
    That keeps dancing around fire.
    I walk towards you , though I know
    That you are my certain death.
    Even as I lie cold and  motionless, it's your name,
    That I utter as I draw my last breath.

  • thina_scripts 99w

    having you is a fatal blessing...


  • ritikprakash 106w


    She sailed the seas
    of emotions,
    Knowing a little less of where
    The destiny could lead her.
    Thus, ending up in the dark,
    She witnessed the
    galaxy of shadows and stars.
    Being it, beautifully fatal,
    She lost herself in this wonderland
    Of madness.

  • akkeel_don 107w


    Success is not a final failure is not a fatal

  • bae_of_ink 120w

    I've heard them talk
    About how you're toxic to me
    And probably, they're right
    You are the slow poison that'll be my death
    But your absence is fatal
    And I'd prefer to die a slow painful death with you
    To an instant painless one without you.

  • av_vish18 126w

    2 horizon

    Just 2 persons waiting for the sky to fall
    Just 2 persons looking for the best of all
    Just 2 persons miles apart
    Just 2 persons still in each other's heart
    Just persons printing love cards
    And now just one reading her name in the grave yard

  • zamscott 127w

    A veces el daño en extremo es fatal


  • sv_sakura 127w

    There's no gun,
    There's no blood.
    Just a deep, fatal wound
    that needs to recover.
    Don't worry, I'll fill up the space someday,
    I'll find a reason someday.
    A beautiful essence lost.


  • bhoomika_dekate 138w

    Deja Vu

    A term used to express that the things are on repeat but to hide the depression growing up to kill you.

  • lockhart_red 141w

    Optical chemistry

    He craves her
    Just like the water craves to be sunk deep in the sand
    She was the ocean
    And he was the shore
    He had her
    But she was always slipping from his hold
    She was consuming him
    And he let her
    He measured the distance between them in light years
    He was a curious reader
    Impatiently waiting to read her
    She was a leather bound magical book
    Taking her spectators to a different world
    At a heartbeat's whisper
    She was as radiant as the sun
    She touched him through the refraction of the light from her
    He was spread all over to feel her warmth
    He was opaque..
    Absorbing all of her
    They had an optical chemistry
    With a pinch of physical mystery
    Their departure was reversal
    Their attraction was universal

  • poetmissing 143w


    I tried to go on an adventure, but I was confined to my delusions of grandeur, as I sat on a porcelain pot, releasing last nights botulism.

    William Henry Mills Jr