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  • mrspectacular 20w


    Everyone in the family of the Debachevs loves Uncle Wilson. He is the senior brother of Emmanuel Debachev. He is a little too opinionated and believes whatever belongs to Emmanuel belongs to him as well except Emmanuel's wife which he, Wilson, believes is the only area he has no jurisdiction or right over.
    He loves his nephews and nieces so much that whenever he would come visiting, he would always come with bedtime and free time stories for them alongside some other tangible goodies but this traditional routine would soon be queried and ultimately cease too soon.
    'Welcome, Uncle Wilson', Emmanuella, his 13 year old niece screams with joy as she opens the door, giving Uncle Wilson a brief hug before leading him into the house to meet the others.
    'Hello everyone', Uncle Wilson screams as he sees the rest of the family all seated in the sitting room having some family time before the television. Hearing his voice, his twin 6-year old nephews, Franklin & Ferdinard come running to him for a welcome hug while his other 17 year old niece Brittany watches on amazed, waiting for him to relax so she can just pop in and say 'hello, Uncle Wilson' and he will whisper 'there's my senior lady' and gives her a kiss on the back of her hand.
    Days run into weeks and suddenly the wonderful Uncle Wilson everyone seems to love so much has Angela, 30 year old wife and mother of the Debachevs wondering when Wilson will be leaving the house back to his own apartment wherever that is. They feel it would be too crazy to ask him to leave so they decide to wait a little longer enduring what they term to be migrainous excesses.
    'He is driving us crazy too', Mr. & Mrs. Debachev would say to the kids when they come to them with complaints of how they would want him to leave.
    'First it was wonderful to see him after so long a while but right now, I cannot deal with him anymore. Can he just go already?', Brittany asks with some atom of disgust.
    'I do not like Uncle Wilson anymore. When is he going back?', Emmanuella grumpily asks as she walks into her parents' room in a tantrum.
    'Don't worry Emmanuella. It'll be over soon okay?', Angela says to Emmanuella softly and Emmanuella nods her head happily as she flashes a smile. 'Now can you excuse us. I want to have a little talk with your dad?'
    'Alright mom', Emmanuella says as she walks out of the room to go meet the other kids in the sitting room.
    For a few minutes, there is a deafening silence interrupted only by the wall clock ticking. Then Angela and Emmanuel say at the same time, 'So...:' They both want to start the conversation unknown by the other, assuming that the other was unaware of the import of the discussion. But when Emmanuel realizes that Angela has something to discuss, he allows her have the floor believing that her issue may be more weighty than his own discussion and on the grounds of the fact that he had been brought up to always put his lady before himself no matter what,
    'Ok. You go first, my love', Emmanuel says with a smile.
    'Thank you for always being a gentleman, baby', Angela replies. 'It's about Uncle Wilson's
    'Oh wow. We are really made for each other', Emmanuel says with a loving pride. 'That's exactly what I want to talk to you about as well'

    Emmanuel and Angela talk for a few minutes about how they might have made an error being so welcoming of him in the first place.
    'Ok, now we are not happy with his visit anymore. What shall we do to get him out?', Angela asks as they round off their debates and talks on the 'Uncle Wilson' matter.
    Emmanuel strokes his chin and looks up for two minutes and a few seconds as if asking Heaven for direction on the matter and listening for a feedback.
    'I've got it', Emmanuel says as he turns to Angela abruptly shaking her gently by her shoulders. He tells his plan to Angela is a whispery tone and she surely likes it because she would not be directly involved in the plan. It will be all Emmanuel's actions from here on out. Uncle Wilson still has his character in him when Emmanuel approaches him so it makes it quite easy and difficult at the same time to execute the plan. He is aware of the fact that Uncle Wilson may feel hurt and heartbroken by what Emmanuel would say to him but it is for a greater good so he does it anyway.
    'Uncle Wilson, You know I love you right?', Emmanuel asks trying to give a soft landing to the bomb he is about to drop.
    'Of course I do and I love you all too so much and that is why I have decided to....', Uncle Wilson is still talking when he is interrupted by Emmanuel.
    'Uncle Wilson you have to go', Emmanuel blurts out surprising himself.
    'You did not let me finish, Emmanuel', he says defensively. 'I wanted to say that's why I have decided to leave so I can keep things fresh but you did not let me finish. Anyways, I will be leaving this evening. I will miss you all'
    'We'll miss you too, Wilson', Emmanuel says quietly and somewhat emotionally.
    In the evening, Emmanuel drives Wilson to the airport with the rest of the family have mixed feelings about the whole thing. Yes they want him gone but watching Emmanuel drive him out of the compound and to the airport, sort of, makes them want to jump in front of the sedan he is being driven in by Emmanuel and beg him to return to the house but he is already on his way and it would be awkward to turn him back at that moment. They therefore decide to save the longing for the next visit which they hope will be soon.


  • starkanonymous 23w

    The Consummate Betrayer

    We push past the many surfaces

    Of your whole facade

    You just wanted to hurt us

    But we knew something was off

    We see you as you are now

    Just a liar and a cheat

    An innate manipulator

    Stories weaved so nice and neat

    But now our eyes are open

    And we see you as you are

    Your sins are all beholden

    And your soul is full of scars

    You're the consummate betrayer

    Stabbing our backs, the meek

    Constantly consuming our kindness

    And mistakenly thinking us weak

    So now we push you away

    Excise you from our lives

    Go find some other prey

    And don't forget your knives

    "The Consummate Betrayer"

    5/9/21© starkanonymous


    (All Rights Reserved)

  • vasubandhu 57w


  • secondchild 120w


    Yes it feels like it's the end and now I am done with this life or the life is done with Me..this much is enough and now I am intolerable... I ask myself everyday..do I deserve to fill the space ...do I deserve those expectation..what am I doing ..just breathing and wasting each day of others who trust me ..what is my destiny or am I just a mistake .

  • the_black_raven 122w

    I love you. I do.

    I love you. I do. But I complain about you. Keep finding faults, keep picking on minor things I dislike and can't obviously live with. Intolerable. You're intolerable. How did I ever think I was in love? Maybe I wasn't. Maybe it was infatuation. Or dependency.
    But then it's night. The yellow streetlight fills my room and I'm alone. Sitting by the window, talking to you. No, singing to you, singing with you. We try to keep our tempos similar, delay the beginning of a line slightly or pull the ending of a line a bit longer. Just so that we are at the same pace, just so that we are singing together.
    And we end the song. And before you start another topic or I start a mundane gossip about a random girl who came to my office... I say, "I miss you". And I know I feel it harder than anything. Like a rock pressing on my heart. Slowly, stealthily, taking its time to crush it. Quite, but not completely. It's not you I find intolerable, it's the distance that is intolerable. The fact that I can't see you, touch you, smell you is intolerable. So before dropping off to sleep, I repeat to myself : I love you. I do.

  • vasubandhu 134w


    Alone I lie all by yourself, not to long for unending quest;
    All promised bonds come to an end, bygones vivid behest.
    With memories leaving in unrest, stabbing broken mirrors in chest;
    Showing vulnerabilities protest, that's all invain pretext.
    Yearning each time I am left, one after other I am bereft;
    None stayed nor will anyone wait, mocking void will surface regret.
    Though I owe it to folks for my gait, even they have their own sunset;
    Whether I trust power innate, seems I am a prisoner of fate.
    Unapologetic as the cycles remain, what comes that leaves us disdain;
    Despite the rule of nature to end, there seems no new beginning to mend.
    A coincidence that may be with all, they keep falling for standing tall;
    Yet strangely my loneliness quells, smothering by each breath it fails.

  • diaryofabeing 162w


    [An adversity is a strong sunbeam, that heats you out of tolerance, but it's because of that there is light.]

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    #sunbeam #sunlight #sunkiss #heat #light #intolerable #hardship #difficult #adversity)

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    An adversity is
    a strong sunbeam,
    that heats you
    out of tolerance,
    but it is because of that
    there is light.


  • nafisakhatoon 169w

    Whenever someone says to me that
    "I like you"
    There image in my mind descends to a limit..

    I mean WHY
    Are you out of mind or what...

    Even I don't like me...

    & The people who are with me either have no option but to tolerate me or are stupid....

    Why you...... ...... ......

    I mean like....
    Just give it another thought..

    I am sure you will change your decision

  • endlessdoubts777 172w

    The lamer they are
    The harder they judge

  • diaryofabeing 174w


    When life gives you an unbearable rainfall,
    remember to adore the pretty umbrella for
    keeping you safe in its hands.


  • poets_highness 175w

    Manchi na manbo na

    Sidha noy jibon hote pare byaka,
    bolte paris amaey tarkata.
    ghure phire asbe ak e path e,
    keno bastob noy soja..

    mene nite hobe apodarthota,
    mene na nile cholbe bekaar vata.
    apodartho hote pare sobai jodio,
    jutbe na bhat r taka.

    Hoche na r kono rokom rosikota,
    bodlache abohaowa,
    bodlache charidike..

    prithibir bokkhe chhai,
    somaje nei bonitar thai,
    amar bhitor bahir o
    antor e kichu nai.

    jodi bhalo thakte chai,
    onnoder lute sesh korei jai,
    amar bhitor bahir o
    antor j shukno bhai..

  • midnight_tears 220w

    Hugging the pain everyday
    Enduring the humiliation of your own mind
    Facing your fears every second
    And when I could no longer tolerate it
    I lost control over my mind.


  • alamshagufta 234w

    Eyes, Clouds In Disguise

    When the cloud became too heavy and couldn't take the weight any longer...it rained
    Similarly your eyes
    when the burden of pain becomes intolerable and uncontrollable...it Rains