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December 22, 2016
The Catcher in the Rye
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December 20, 2016
Moment
I rolled down the windows and let the air caress my face and soothe my aching thoughts. She sat there in the seat right next to mine yet she was farther away than ever before.
Her head rested on the window’s edge and the wind messed up her hair.I wanted to say something but the words caught in my throat. All I can think of is her trying to smile at me through the tears streaming down her face.
December 13, 2016
A LETTER TO MY READERS
I wrote this article a year ago and since then a lot has changed. I published my first novel this year and am on the brink of finishing the second one. I’m thankful to all the people who encouraged me and made this possible.
A LETTER TO MY READERS
(It would mean a lot to me if you took the time to read this particular article.)
It’s five in the morning right now; I’ve been awake since three. The thing is I have been thinking, worrying mostly. I would like to say that I’m worried about poverty or income inequality or world hunger or even terrorism, but I’m not, I have matters closer to home that need my urgent attention. I’m worried about my future. It’s not like I don’t worry about the other stuff but the other stuff doesn’t break me, it doesn’t cripple my desire to live my life the way it’s supposed to be lived. It doesn’t stop me from being the person I wish to become; it drives me to want to be more.
You see I’ve been alive for nineteen years now and I like to think I see…
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December 10, 2016
BLOODHOUND-I
I used to think that I understood what this was about,what my life was about.But with the passage of time my perspective changed as well.Still it happened far too late. Had it changed but a year earlier I might have been on different road today, living a much simpler life. But then again we are all victims of time. So what right do I of all people have to complain?
I am a survivor.I used to think that was what life was about, survival, the strength to stand against the odds of the world to live another day. I was wrong.I despised heroes because most heroes tend to die young but survivors do not.
I having lived longer than most now wished that I too had died a hero rather than be branded as a coward. That however is a lie. Survival too takes courage but more than courage it requires cunning which heroes lack.
They had destroyed my way of life by killing the people who helped me live it.I had hungered for revenge but the survivor within told me that I would not survive the confrontation.
Now years later I have returned to take my revenge.I have not lived for I have not loved since the day they took away my ability to love. In that I am a coward for love is too painful….
I look around.The door is ajar which is highly unusual for the paranoid Mr.Hussie. I peer through the window of the living room which is slightly open, yet another anomaly. The room seems to be empty.I cautiously creep through the open doorway and up the staircase.
And there he is.The frail old man is sitting in his bedroom .His proud head is buried in his hands.His hands are shaking.
“What’ s the matter Mr.Hussie,”I ask.He sits upright all of a sudden, startled to hear the sound of my voice.
“Get away. You have taken everything from me,what more do you want now?.
“No not everything,” I whisper softly, taking in the surroundings. But maybe he is right, the only thing he has left to sacrifice is his life and that does not seem to be worth much after all, at the very least not to him.
His shirt is red and damp with blood but the blood does not belong to him. There is a human carcass lying mutilated on the rug . It’s his blood that is on Mr. Hussie’s hands and on his shirt but figuratively its on mine, the hands i mean not the shirt.
to be continued…….
While I am working on this story, you can check out my novel here – https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01LDFM9EK
December 8, 2016
JUST EVERYDAY STORIES – INSOMANIA
“I can’t sleep”, he muttered to no one in particular. It didn’t matter though because an annoyed voice answered him anyway.
“Maybe you would sleep if you just shut your eyes and stopped complaining for a few minutes”.
“I really am trying, you don’t need to be such a jackass about it”.
“And you need to stop calling me that. Anyways what’s the matter with you? You’ve never had trouble sleeping before.”
“How the fuck would you know if I have trouble sleeping or not?”
“I have been sharing this room with you for the past six months, that’s how I know. Who’s the jackass now?”
“Whatever,” he grunted looking up at the ceiling.
SIX WORD STORIES
He cried, blinded by his insight.
December 7, 2016
Song For The Day
Forget all the faces you’ve missed
I’m burning hearts at your risk
It’s when you don’t die
It’s when you can’t hide
You follow the words
You follow the words from the caves
Settle back from your change
Unbuckle the belt of your pain
It’s at the slack tide
Or when you can’t cry
You follow the words
You follow the words from the caves
Take your last supplies
To leave this all behind
Take your last supplies
To leave this all behind
Leave it all behind
Tear up the hurts you’ve saved
From out love have to stray
It’s when the white lies
And when you’re in knee high
To follow the words from the caves
Take your last supplies
To leave this all behind
Take your last supplies
To leave this all behind
Leave it all behind
If I could hold you
If I would die
If I could tape you
From standing there
If you could hold me
If you would die
If I could stop you
From running scared, scared
Take your last supplies
To leave this all behind
Take your last supplies
To leave this all behind
Leave it all behind
December 4, 2016
The Sale is coming to an end
Grab your free copy of The Girl From Rostv now, One hour left before it reverts to the original price
Here’s the link – https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01LDFM9EK
The Girl From Rostov – Flash Sale
TGFR will be free tomorrow i.e 4th December, 2016 and also for a fraction of the fifth. Do buy the book and tell your friends about it.
Here’s a link – https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01LDFM9EK
