Novel & Cerita Written In My Own Heart's Blood

Just then, I feel it – something warm and we dripping unto my cheek. Blood I scream

I want to create something that will be a subway to my mind, a plane to my soul, and words that can explain my lungs. We can all write a book- but only few wants to bleed. Writing is bleeding. Letting your mind turn into thoughts and letting your pen run out of ink. It's being brave enough to express yourself without thinking about the monsters surrounding you- the ones who walks in the streets and not those the one you think that hides in your closet. “You alright?” I heard Grandpa's voice that made me brought back to my senses. “Huh-uhm.. yes..” “ You've been staring at the floor for almost a minute now. It might melt any

Soon another thought clouded her mind with doubts. Give me the sky and I'll paint it blue, Give me the earth and I'll paint it red, I'm the goddess of my own soul, Give me the love and I'll paint you aglow... All Hearts !

“This path is ours to walk.” My blood ran cold.

𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒑 was 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒂 𝒌𝒏𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒂 𝒅𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒆𝒓 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕. 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒌. 𝑯𝒆𝒍𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔. 𝑷𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒄.

One I would write on my own terms. Life was just beginning.

It is simply true, the way my own name is true. And under my heart the third heartbeat rises to meet it. Not a borrowed pulse and not a faded print but a second voice climbing to match the first. Mother and child, two sources, one note. Yes, I tell it, and there is no fear left in the telling. Come up. Come all the way up. We are done hiding.

It vibrated up through my chest, raw and needy, spilling out of my throat before I could stop it. And it wasn’t coming from any of them. It was coming from inside me. My heat just began. May the gods have mercy. I’m about to be ruined.

deep in my heart my soul said perhaps it belonged to Randhir. I took small steps towards table and..with shaking hands..I caressed it lightly.The decent human inside me stopped from interfacing someone's personal stuffs ..very personal I must say.On the other hand the traitor heart incouraged me to read it if I wish to know the Real Him. Being a curious person I flip the cover of diary and...four impressive lines were written on the very first page. ''The woods are lovely, dark and deep, But I have promises to keep,

Somewhere in the forest beyond my window, a crow called once, harsh and lonely. I folded the parchments, heart set like flint. Bound by blood, yes. But I'm not bound to die for someone else’s bargain without at least trying to write my own.