Love
Secret Behind Quilt Demand At 44 Celsius
My nephew was 2 years old. It was his 2nd summer. Last winter was his first when he experienced many new things and enjoyed them at the age of 1 and a half. He learned many new words, expressions, and above all clear likes and dislikes. His age was full of surprises for him. Our whole family was learning many new expressions and ways of showing attitude from him.
By Ainy Abraham2 years ago in Fiction
A Random Story Clip. Content Warning.
"Stop! You can't!! He didn't do it!! Let me go!" She struggles against her best friend's grip as he holds her arms behind her back. Her voice laced with fear and anger as tears drip from her chin to the ground, soaking the ground beneath them. Her lover is only a few feet in front of her on a platform, down on his knees with a sword pointed at his head. He doesn't fight, he doesn't run, he just sits there, accepting his fate. She tries desperately to scream the words that would save her lover from execution, but they don't come. They can't come, they are trapped in her throat, held by a spell he had placed on her, right before they dragged him away to the platform. He knows what really happened, and he knows what they would do to her if they knew she was the one who did it. He knew they would blame him, I mean, who wouldn't blame him, son of the high dragon, hated and feared by all. Her voice screeching across the field makes him close his eyes. He knows she will hate him forever for forcing her to let him take the fall, but at least she'll be alive. She beats, kicks, screams, bites, anything to try and escape her best friend's grip. She just about kneed him in the chest when she saw the glint of the sword being raised. "NO!!" The sword flies forward, embedding itself into his chest. Her screams and cries break the hearts of everyone present, including him, causing him to gasp and sob as blood pours out of his wound, a puddle forming around him. He takes a couple choking sobs before slumping down to the platform floor, staring with blank, empty eyes. She's finally released and runs to his side, kneeling next to him, she pulls his lifeless head into her lap and sobs into him. With his death, his spells die as well and she whispers to herself, "It was me- It was me-" over and over. Her best friend slowly walks up to her, listening intently as she mutters. "What are you saying..." She holds his body tighter before glaring with as much hatred as possible, she screams at them the three little words that would have saved him... "IT WAS ME!!" The entire field goes silent.
By Abigail Lyle2 years ago in Fiction
Late Night Phone Call
Late at night, there was a loud knock on the door of our hostel room. Ashi and I were in the room. Ashi asked, “Who is it?”. The watchman replied that there was a call from Rubina’s house. Ashi got up and left to listen. I also followed her. It was quite late at night, and I was praying that all would be well. This incident is from 2001. Mobile phones were not common. The hostel phone was not far from our room. On the way, I asked the watchman why the call came at that time.
By Ainy Abraham2 years ago in Fiction
My Brother Was My First Friend
There are two brothers that I have. My oldest brother, Aamir, and I shared a childhood. He used to ride his bicycle throughout the city with me. I was prepared to go, whether it was to see a buddy or go to the market. Fun fact about our relationship is, that thanks to him I mastered the art of riding a bike considerably larger than myself. It took little effort to make it move. Since the pedals were significantly lower than the feet, pushing down on one would cause the other pedal to rise. Next, press it downward. That was my cycle’s course.
By Ainy Abraham2 years ago in Fiction
Doc nelle tue mani
I have reached the end of the third season of “Doc in Your Hands”, an amazing medical drama — there will probably be a fourth, given its success — but the last episode left me very dissatisfied. After a great “episode” like the sixth, the one about the earthquake so to speak, worthy of the best American series and of the progenitor E. R., I was disappointed by the ending.
By Patrizia Poli2 years ago in Fiction
