Have you ever felt it? This feeling where your otherwise creative mind turns numb as if a pair of hands are holding it in a tight grip disabling it from running the actual thought process. You feel stuck and slowly start to realize how the reins of your life are in someone else’s hands. That you’ve become a puppet to dance on someone else’s desire and had no control over your own life or actions. You conclude that you’ve stopped living for yourself a long ago and enjoying the things that once made you smile. The heart which used to skip beats with the joyous rhythm of the music was now only throbbing, indicating that you are still alive. Still, breathing. The shelter that once provided you protection has now turned into a structure of bricks and walls telling how little you hold in life. Lauren felt the same as she stared at the two men looking at her and her supposed future husband expectantly. Her blank eyes looked at their once-handsome faces and the bile raised her chest. They di
The cheering crowd was silenced when the peaceful music of piano and violin engulfs the atmosphere in a warm and fuzzy hug once again. Stefan hugged his son and patted his back proudly and then embraced Lauren and kissed her forehead. “God bless both of you.” He whispered and then Mason took his spot and shook hands with Alex whereas awkwardly gave his daughter a side hug. He didn’t say anything but grabs a wine glass from a passing waiter. The sweet and bitter taste warms his heart as he swallows the liquid slowly. Lauren and Alex were still swallowing their newfound status in front of everyone. Now when they have finally exposed their true relationship status, somewhere in their mind they felt a weight lifting off. Although they gave in the will of their fathers under forceful circumstances but the burden of keeping secrets wasn’t there anymore. Lauren doesn’t have to work herself up to avoid Alex and save herself from humiliation. The college dork was her official fiancée and she
Fear An emotion that rests in our conscious mind all the time but only acts when the darkness is perceived instead of the light at the end of the tunnel. It comes forward when the walls start to close and the dreams that once were fabricated with hope- shatters. It thrives in the heart that loses faith. It fills the lungs that no more desire to breathe and shows the sign of surrender. It glides on the spines that are hesitant to collide with the storms. It gawks through the eyes that have seen horrors of doomsday. It freezes the courage when the thought of losing too much looms over the head, when the flash of those faces, around which your world revolves, appears on the dark side. The two women resting on the stiff benches of the renowned hospital were going through those terrors. Their eyes didn’t stop tearing since the moment they were called about the dreadful news. The monotonous voice of a shocked nurse when reached their ears, they collapsed like some old dam and weakly rush
The Ambaram Soon her eyes roll back and she lost the tight hold on the world. But before the darkness could completely swallow her, Arnold lifted her cold body in his warm chest and looked at her face. It looked ugly under the light of the moon as she was slowly letting go of the threads of life. She was a survivor of the war. He concluded immediately and his jaw clenched in tension. She was a woman of Alvar and the tribe wouldn’t agree to keep the pebble of different soil. They will most possibly leave her to die or throw her back towards the soldiers of satin land. They were too reserved to even welcome a person in need. The rules were too strict to break. If he didn’t provide the immediate aid she needed, she might not survive to see the next sun. All her fight to reach here and escape the predators of flesh will go in vain. A battle broke within his mind and he found himself thinking to either save her or leave her here to be devoured by wild of nature. Taking her would only in
The Ambaram “Welcome home, Lord Arnold.” Her whisper sent shivers down his spine and he gulps, feeling the sudden tightness in his pants. Diam huffs in irritation. He never liked this female as she can capture the master’s attention easily where he has to take so many measures to achieve his one pat. He stubbornly stomps his right foreleg on the ground and gazes at the newly formed pattern of soil. Arnold notes her every moment like a hawk. The sway of her hips made his stomach somersault. Her teasing was the last thing on his mind when he has to explain the chieftain of an important matter. “Laila, how have you been?” he asked while tipping his head in greeting and she feigned sadness before cutting the distance between them and standing by his side. Her soft and beautiful hands crawl on his knee and trail a path on his thigh. “I have been miserable without you, Arnold, and was looking for your return.” She whispers, lowering her gaze on his boot-clad foot and he leans a littl
The Mountain of Sacred Witch Over the mountain top, inside the cave, a beauty laid on a worn-out mattress. The naughty rats didn’t rest as they jumped around in the forbidden territory of the witch, enjoying the thrill. Their senses were on high alert, to not get too close to Udona’s shelves or might receive the torturous burn of powerful magic. The cunning woman was protective of her things. As they jumped around and ran across the hall, release squeaking noise, causing the passed out girl to stir from her peaceful slumber. Her once dirty and bloody flesh was now clean and pale. Her torn garments were replaced with an elegant midnight blue gown. The tangled knots of her silky hairs were combed straight and twisted into a thick braid. Though her eyes remained sunken in the dark circles due to weakness and exhaustion, her respiration rate was normal. Her heart beats rhythmically, rejoicing over the granted aid. Her sides didn’t throb with dull ache anymore and the once bruised and ble
Mountain of Sacred Witch “Well, aren’t you a brave little thing.” His words dripped with sarcasm as he held her elbow and started pulling her shocked body towards Diam. The disbelief on her bloodstained face was obvious. He glared at her hotly as he drags her out of the beautiful field of death. This woman was unbelievable. He thought to himself and scoffed. “Gods, what were you thinking? If I hadn’t arrived on time, I had to cut that python’s skin to pull you out. Why did you leave that damned cave in the first place? To be devoured by a snake?” He spat, hating her unresponsive stature by each passing second. When they reached Diam, the horse recoiled back in skepticism. What in the name of Lord was his master doing? His nose scrunched up in abhorrence as they reeked of rotten blood- if there was something like that in the first place. Theo screeched in relief and tried to gain their attention unsuccessfully. Arnold sighs heavily, paying no mind to his surroundings as he reached f
The Mountain of the Sacred Witch Thousands of the stars shine together like diamonds in the night sky, just like the fireflies in the canopy of forest and jungle standing proud in the biosphere. The view was breathtaking. Heavenly. Are they watching us the same way we observe them every night? Valentina thought as she stared at the sparkling blanket of the night in amazement. She was sitting at the edge of the mountain top, outside the cave, appreciating her surroundings. The clouds were kissing her fearless dangling feet. A cup of heated tea was placed in her hand to warm her churning insides. The cold air was flowing through her hair, coiling them in knots and leaving her shivering behind, yet she didn’t dare to leave the spot. It’s a scene she has never registered before. Such calm, such peace after the days of darkness and war, was soothing her burning eyes. Here she felt free for a moment. She forgot about her screaming demons as the beauty of nature descended from heavens to k