They keep trying to pull the book out of her hand as she cries, ‘no, please, I need to keep reading.’
If she stops reading the demons of the real world would swallow her into the darkest corners of herself.
They don’t get it.
Category: Fiction
Usually, it’s just grey. A phantom grey with the ghost of what could have been haunting my one decade of living. Barely living. Surviving – maybe.
The chocolate was a gift. Well, he had bought the ingredients for it anyway. This was the story of how they met. It had all started with chocolate, and the sisters’ quarrel over which was the best.
On 22nd April 1519, after long months of travelling through oceans, a halt in Cuba and several tempests, we finally catch the sight of land. I can exit this wretched boat and step on the ground. The ten other caravels reach us one by one.
Sleeping? But the night is long! Now, let’s think about one of those moments from last month…
Spasms of unrelenting misery assault my body. Wreaking havoc with its unsympathetic weapons created for ministrations of torture. My attacker mercilessly holds me captive in my own frame. A prisoner to a biological and physical default with no key to unshackle me. My own body believes me to be beyond redemption, accusing me of crimes I have not committed. Unbending when it comes to compassion, it enforces unjust punishments upon me…
“Can I tell you about my dream?”
A woman smiled, as she put her hand on her stomach, “Sure!”
The child ran to her mother, eyes glistening with tears. The woman’s body tensed, and her fingers twitched to move the child away from her. She bit the inside of her cheek, ignoring the blood pooling in her mouth.
“Whatever happens, always tell the truth.” The girls didn’t know when was the first time they heard the mother say this. The earliest they recalled ….
What would it paint today if my mind had a brush? It would paint a woman. A woman with a smile. Tired but happy. She ….
What was the name of that silly girl? It was a thought that always stuck to her, ever since she was five. “You hear you ….