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#13 :Survivor Silence. Gunshots. Silence. He could hear everything, but dare not open his eyes. He could hear his heart thumping in his chest. He could feel the sweat trickling off parts of his body he didn't even know could sweat. He wouldn't even consider the option of moving or showing any signs of life. He was trying to seem still and dead but his bladder strongly disagreed. More gunshots. He heard footsteps approach him. This was it. This was it. Would dying hurt a lot?Before he could process his thoughts, the footsteps faded away. He lay there still. Agonising over what could be his last moments. Till he felt something rubbery touch his neck. He heard people. There was chaos.There was a battalion of people around him. He opened his eyes to see the bloodshed around him. The lifeless forms of the people who had been laughing and talking just few hours back. On the other side were the people trying to salvage those who survived. He was a survivor. He had made it. ...

Here is my work for the week. Tried my best at it - do let me know if I can improve in any way/ what I shouldn't be doing. I know I have been hyperexcited all week and forcing some of you to read this. I haven't written in a year and its really fun to be back at it, It's the buoyant force keeping my head above the water for now, so do expect more requests. :) #6 : Slice She moved like a dancer. Just watching her work was magical. It wasn't a job to her or a hobby. She could whip up breathtaking pieces of art. People travelled far and wide, just to have a taste of her genius. Nothing she made could ever match up though. All she wanted was a slice of cake, Made by her mother. To be stolen from the kitchen. Nothing fancy, nothing complex. Just a piece of her childhood, again. #7 : Time tells a Tale They watched​ the three brothers build the bridge. Death chuckled,"How long do you think they can avoid me?" Time smiled, looked at him and s...

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...