Brownie She was so happy. Her proposal had been accepted finally. All that hard work, all those late nights had paid off. She turned to look outside the window. The skies did not echo her sentiments. They were the most morose shade of grey possible. She searched for rays of sunshine, but it was as dark as the ocean floor. All the joy left her like a punctured balloon. She turned around to text her friend about how her best day was actually morose. She felt horrible to always be the one who had a bad day. 10 mins of scrolling later, she realised she had nobody to say this to. She decided to make the most of what she had. She walked down through the now pouring rain, gingerly tiptoeing over puddles. She swore as mud got into her shoes. She felt extremely stupid for not being dressed monsoon friendly during monsoons. This wasn't ...
This week doesn't have a theme either, other than reusing the same prompt maybe? The last one is based on a movie ( mentioning this because nobody understood who Mastery was based on either). Let me know what you think/feel about my work. #29 Broken She was lying on the floor. Lying on a bed of blood and broken glass. She couldn't move. She wanted to but couldn't. The house was silent but her mind was screaming. How did things get this far? Her story had had a jerky start. She hadn't had the best of childhoods. She had waited for the day she could just leave. For a new beginning. For somebody to share it with. That somebody had been elusive to find. Everyone she met reminded her of people she knew. She had been under so much scrutiny, all that she wanted was affection. Till the day she found it. Pure unadulterated affection. She was exhilarated by her finding. Finally. He wasn't the best pick maybe, but he had what she needed. He made her...
It's been a while since I wrote anything -anything longer than 140 characters. At some point I figured I needed to fix this to fix myself. Step one of doing anything of course is Googling extensively for answers ( I am very sure at some point Google is going to send me a pop up saying - " I DON'T KNOW! WHY DON'T YOU FIND OUT YOURSELF!" ). I found my answers on Pocket though - whoever introduced me to Pocket , this is for you💓 The 10 minutes I spent reading it were probably the best 10 minutes of my life. https://byrslf.co/when-you-are-depressed-make-something-49467edd1933#.5mg69qvlz However- roadblock ahead- he could make music. When I play it makes Phoebe Buffay sound like Eric Clapton. I figured the only thing I could make with some effort, were sentences. So here goes. If the name of the blog wasn't a hint - there is no structure or form to this. This is just going to be me writing about something, because I need to write something, mostly fi...
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