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...
#1 SECOND SIGHT The pressure was high. The stakes were high. Always were and always would be. He had to become a doctor and take over his father's practice. His father was a well-known ophthalmologist, whose shoes he'd never fill but just had to. He spent days struggling with his books. He tried so hard but none of it made any sense. He wanted to hear that he made his father proud just once. Even if he didn't hear it, just to see one approving look in his father's eyes. He spent early mornings and late nights forcing himself to study. The day would come. Exam week was terrible. He felt blank despite all that work. Suddenly it felt like he knew nothing. He could only hope he did well. His friends were chilling after the exams but he was still stressed. What if he failed? What if he wasn't good enough? By the time the results came, he was a nervous wreck. One look, and he felt like all his hard work was a waste. He didn't perform as well as he should have. His...
#82 One Day Her fingers trembled as she picked up the pen to strike off the last item on her list. She had spent a majority of her life making lists. Ticking items off them had made her happy. This wasn’t one such day. She didn’t know what to do next. She had been told she had 6 months to live. She had chosen not to try to prolong her misery. She wanted to go in one piece. That’s what she told herself everyday. Her list had grown over the years — there was never enough time, money or something else. It was always to be done “One day” — till the one day was every day.She finally understood — one day at a time . For days seemed to stretch on forever, while years passed by in a blink. As she ticked items off, she wondered why she hadn’t done this before she was rushed into it. Why had she prioritised everything else — money, EMIs, people’s opinions, everything ..over herself. Today, everything on her list had been done. There was nothing left to do. Nothing left to live for. S...
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