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  • prernasaxena 13h

    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...!!!



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    #Story #mirakee #writing #original #love #hatred #me #he #she

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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 15h

    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.

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    I don't know what this is. Just went the flow...surely I've gone mad����
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    @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 15h

    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 17h

    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 18h

    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

  • escapingreality 22h

    Sorrow from the underground

    "When you remember me in the most ugliest way possible, just leave an inch of space which, as the time progressed, allows the light sufficient enough to dispel the monster image that you created of me", said Abraham.

    "Sure, but i have reconstructed myself from the million pieces, there may appear a crack every now and then but I am afraid none of them will allow even the glint of your image", replied Rebeka.
    ©Raj

  • angelqueen 1d

    LIFE

    Lookin' in your eyes is like
    lookin' my entire life.

    ©angelqueen

  • olivia888 1d

    #story of my life

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    Mistakenly Me...!!

    I was born for a war to fight,
    With a bare skin, i am a knight,
    First five years, just flew by,
    Never had a chance to say goodbye,
    My heart started hurting ,
    I knew it wasn't a normal beating,
    It thumped and roared and cried aloud,
    Later i realized it was scared of the daily hound...

    Confused! i grazed my hands against my chest,
    A moment later i felt my first cardiac arrest,
    With blood level low, i had to stand,
    If i couldn't! i would become a dead land,
    Figuring out all this i became thirteen,
    Before i knew i was manipulated to not be seen,
    It was my family's respect, i had to protect,
    I maybe unwanted but i am the eldest, it was my aspect...

    I was hurting, didn't know why!,
    Soon i started to pry,
    To find the answers those were hidden,
    I had to get under many... I had to get bedridden,
    With a growing number i knew a little more,
    What i was doing was twisted to explore,
    I realised i was a soul reader, born empath was now clear,
    Every soul taught me something, it was a souvenir,
    Reading a new soul i just had to bear,
    With every new man it became more shear...

    I understood how human works,
    they allnbecame faces with a smirk,
    A women on other hand i could always see through,
    These five to seven years became a break through,
    To many i became a slut, after all seven in seven years,
    It's not normal, to me it was facing all my fears,
    Finally i was now twenty,
    I had the knowledge of system, it was plenty ...

    May be i was just a spoiled girl,
    Maybe i was born mentally curled,
    Who do i go to ask all this,
    I became a women from a little miss,
    I grew strong and bold with willpower amd a future planned,
    When i couldn't handle i chose to interpret n understand,
    When it comes down to situations i knew i shouldn't react,
    I have a lil' sister and lil'brother... I think about the impact!

    I am not a kid with demands anymore,
    I am now a women i found my soul and now i roar,
    By facing so many struggles and hurdles, i hardened,
    I looked at my parents and said you're pardoned,
    I thought! I know their soul, it's the human at fault,
    Crucifying them won't bring my life, the hault!
    They gave birth no matter what,
    I was their flesh and blood, i know my gut!!
    To turn and to blame that is not me
    Between a heart and five soul, i protected my humanity...

    With all the knowledge of the world
    With all the adjustments that i swirl
    I know that i knew better than to ask
    But this one question was piercing deep like a flask
    So i finally asked " why do you treat me like this.
    To give birth and never nurture, tell me, what it is!? "
    The answer i got... We didn't, we just got our marriage cake,
    Birthing you was just a silly mistake!!

    Yes! It did breake my heart into pieces,
    A few harsh words and i was just speechless,
    I was meant to be a tea with some breakfast,
    Instead my world! It fell apart,
    A mistake! That was all i was,
    To them i was an empty vase,
    But no! I am knight, i had to win a fight,
    My life is my own and i am taking the highest flight!!

    I am a human, a female, a women, i am the poem,
    They were just an entity, a sperm and an ovum,
    This is my life... I am the weaver,
    I will make it all worth, my birth! i am a believer,
    They may have given me birth,
    But i was born with earth as my girth,
    All the heavens by my side, i was supported,
    With all universal powers, they always rooted,
    With all my guides, angels, protectors who could harm me!
    I always had an army!!...
    Today without any remorse i am me!!...


    ©olivia888

  • angelqueen 1d

    ❤︎

    Sometimes we've to become
    the villain of our own story.

    ©angelqueen

  • amatullahsabir 1d

    Une Affaire Interdite

    I rise again,
    Willingly or hesitantly I don't know.
    I see him shining right there,
    Mixed with the clouds.
    All they do is whisper,
    C'est une affaire interdite.*

    Love is meant to raise you,
    But all I see is him setting down.
    He is right there let me touch him,
    A thousand things come in between,
    They push my hands back, yes I know.
    C'est une affaire interdite.

    Dusk till dawn,
    Dawn till dusk,
    I await the tiny moment,
    To see him again, show people us.
    Our love still sustains, even if,
    C'est une affaire interdite.

    They love me and him individually,
    Yet shudder with the thought of us together.
    Squeals when me and him are in the sky at once,
    But only on the opposite ends,
    We try to approach a little, they scream,
    C'est une affaire interdite.

    I sacrificed myself today,
    So will I always.
    You hate us together,
    It's because of him I shine.
    I wouldn't be here if,
    C'était une affaire interdite.**

    They call it a bad omen,
    When once in a long time we come close.
    Their world turns darker,
    Yet it is a spectacular phenomenon they are aware.
    They capture us close, make sure we know,
    C'est une affaire interdite.

    I'm moon,
    This is my story,
    Of how I'm kept away
    From the light of my life.
    And all that people see is,
    C'est une affaire interdite.
    ©amatullahsabir

    *This is a forbidden affair
    **This was a forbidden affair

  • harishlabana 1d

    Snapchat

    Snapchat भी बड़ा कमाल है ,
    हम एक दूसरे को जानते नही,
    फिर भी रोज़ एक दूसरे को 5-10 Snapshot भेज ही देते है ।।

    IG:- words_with_heart_
    ©harishlabana

  • pensouls_eden 1d

    बहोत उलझने हैं इस दिन में भी,
    उस दिन की तरह।

    किसी कोशिश से ना ये वक्त बदल पा रहा हूं।

    सोच रहा हूं,
    दिन ही बदल दूं उस दिन की तरह।



    ©pensouls_eden
    pallavi nigam

  • dumi005 2d

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  • godchild 2d

    Ever happened ???
    #story #life

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    Sometimes ,
    Some people come as lines of your written story ..
    And later turn into your lifeline ...


    ©godchild

  • thecursedchild 2d

    Finally lockdown came to an end,
    I was tired of living in the same house for last 8 months.
    And now it was time to visit granny's place for Christmas.
    My granny, she is one of the prettiest lady I have ever seen. A perfect face with winter-white hair.
    She has winkles on her face, with a few teeth in her mouth. It appears as if every wrinkle tells a story of her life.
    Her eyes with her antique spects with golden rim now turned milky.

    Since the day I saw her, I never saw her happy she always seems to be lost in her thoughts, something very deep.

    I always asked mom why does granny always appears sad?
    But she never answered me.

    We reached her house, she lives alone with a care taker.
    We visit her once or twice in a month, mom always wanted her to live with us.
    But granny refused it by saying that she wants to live in her hometown.
    Granny isn't bad, she loves me so much.
    She is just a little bit lost in her own world.

    I haven't saw my grandpa, my mother says that he died when she was 6, in an accident.


    As Christmas was coming, mom decided to clean the house.
    While she was cleaning granny's cupboard, my eyes fell on a teddy bear.
    It was an old and damaged bear, with beady black eyes and a small sad smile. Its brown fur was dirty and coarse, darkened overed the years by dirt, and one of its arms had been stretched out from being pulled on too much. Part of the back was ripped, and a handfull of stuffing hung limply out. It was half burnt.

    As a 7 year old kid, I didn't liked it.
    I thought it was a Christmas gift for me from granny.

    I picked that Teddy and ran towards granny who was sitting in the backyard.

    "Didn't I told you that I want a barbie?
    Why you bought it?
    It is ugly!" I screamed.

    And then aggressively threw that teddy in front of her.

    After seeing that teddy, a look of great bitterness swept across her face.
    Anger curled hot and unstoppable in her gut, like a blazing inferno that wanted to burn her from the inside out.

    She stood from the chair, fist clenched at her sides.
    She was angry, I could tell by the way her hands were shaking.
    And then she spoke.

    WHERE DID YOU FIND THIS?
    WHO ASKED YOU TO TOUCH IT?

    Her voice was so loud, so thunderous, that I couldn’t concentrate on what she said.

    She became a different person.

    Hearing our sound mom came in the backyard.
    Seeing mom, I started crying and ran towards her.

    Granny's pulse sped up,she was breathing heavily.
    And all of sudden she fell on ground.

    Mom ran towards her, she tried to wake granny but she failed.
    She called ambulance and asked them to come as soon as possible.

    We reached hospital, doctors took granny in the ICU.
    After some time doctor came out and told us,
    " It was an cardiac arrest!
    CPR didn't worked so we attempted defibrillation.
    There are good chances of recovery.
    She is still unconscious, you can meet her once she regain her consciousness."

    I didn't knew what was happening,
    I had no idea what was going on.

    After few hours nurse told us that we can meet granny. We went inside the room.
    Granny was lying in the bed.
    There were many machines around her.
    Mom sat next to granny and caressed her hand.
    Granny asked us to go back to home and prepare for Christmas.
    Mom didn't wanted to leave but granny insisted.
    Hence,we have to leave.

    On our way back home.

    I asked mom," Why was granny shouting?
    I haven't done anything wrong. She was the one who bought that ugly teddy for me."

    "That teddy was not for you." She replied.

    I curiously asked,"Not for me! Them for whom?"


    She said," It belonged to my younger brother.
    24 years ago, when I was 6.
    We too had a happy family.
    It consisted of me, my father, my mother and my 2 year old brother, Josh.
    Your granny was not like this earlier. She used to be a jolly lady.
    But one day"

    "What happened? Where is your brother? You never told me about him!" I questioned.

    With tears in her eyes she replied,
    "It was Sunday, around 2 in noon.
    Maa was in hurry, as it was last day of summer sale. She quickly prepared meel for us and then went for shopping.
    Me and dad were watching TV. Josh was sleeping in another room.
    There was a strange smell,as if something was burning, dad went to check in the kitchen I followed him.
    It smelled like as if some wires and rubber was being burnt.

    He switched on the light of kitchen,
    And BOOM.
    There was fire everywhere; the roof was on fire, the doors and windows were on fire, fire was even coming out of the house through various openings, looking like a fire-breathing dragon was inside the house, puffing away vicariously.
    Nothing inside was likely to survive the fire.

    Dad picked me up and ran towards the door, and he dropped me out safely.
    Street was crowded, they told us that they already called firefighters.
    Maa was there too, she was relieved to see us safe.
    But then she said, "where is Josh?"

    He was still in the house, dad ran inside the house.
    Everyone tried to stop him, but he couldn't let his son burn in the fire.


    Soon, the firefighters arrived and looked at the full-blown inferno in front of them. The fire had gotten quite out of control now as the whole house was on fire. Still firefighters started their operation, the went inside the house in order to save dad and Josh.

    After 10 minutes they came out with dad and Josh, both of them were severely affected.
    Josh still had his favourite teddy in his hand.
    They were took to hospital.

    But unfortunately doctors couldn't save them.

    That teddy was the only thing that was with Josh till his last breath.
    So maa decided to keep it with her as his memory.
    Ever since that accident, she blamed herself for their death.
    And has been dying everyday in guilt."

    Mom wipped her tears and said," Granny was not angry on you, she is still in guilt and after seeing that teddy she felt bad, that is why she shouted on you."

    I hugged mom tightly.
    And then said," don't worry mom, I won't repeat it again. I will give all my love to granny so that she can forget what happened in past."

    Mom smiled at my innocence and hugged me back.

    The Cursed Child!

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    Thank you for reading ��
    A newbie here!
    Trying to write:)

    Sorry if it was not worth reading 。◕﹏◕。
    Have a nice day •‿•

    Feedbacks will be appreciated.
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    #theoldteddy #storyteller #story #tales #cursedstories

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    THE OLD TEDDY

    ©shreyanshi167

  • dumi005 3d

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  • simply_be_you 3d

    Hear me out, hear me out
    As you cried out in vain
    Apologies for our mistakes
    Not knowing, is a mistake
    Forgiveness is what we yearn
    While forgiving harden the vein
    Pumping blood to our frozen heart
    As numbness becomes the companion of our souls.

    ©simply_be_you

  • kausalya 3d

    " ನಿನಿಗೆಂತಾ ಜ್ವರವಾ? "....ಅವನೆಂದ.

    " ಹ್ಮ್.... ಅದೇ ಪ್ರೇಮ ಜ್ವರ....
    ಮೈ ಮನ ಬಿಸಿ ಏರಿ
    ಪುಳಕಗಳ ನೋವಿನ ಪ್ರೀತಿ ಜ್ವರ....
    ಅದೇನೋ ಸುಮ್ಮಸುಮ್ಮನೆ ಬರುವ ಮುಗುಳುನಗು,
    ಅದೇ ಕಾಡುವಿಕೆಯ ಹೊರಳಾಟ,
    ನಿದ್ದೆಯಲ್ಲದೆ ರಾತ್ರಿ ಕಳೆದ ಸಿಹಿಯಾದ ಜ್ವರ.
    ಪ್ರೀತಿಯೇ ಲಸಿಕೆ ಈ ಜ್ವರಕೆ
    ಇನಿಯನ ಒಲವಿನ ನೋಟವೇ ಸಾಕು ಜ್ವರ ಮಾಯವಾಗಲು...."

    " ನಿನಗೆಂತಾ ಹುಚ್ಚಾ? "...ಅವನೆಂದ.
    ನಕ್ಕುಬಿಟ್ಟಿತು ಮನ , ನನ್ನ ಕಲ್ಪನೆಗಳ ಪದಗಳಿಗೆ....
    ©kausalya

  • 66crimson99 3d

    A story of a defiler through the night sky and a liar

    ©66crimson99

  • dumi005 4d

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