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  • ladygibran 1w

    मुहब्बत पे इख़्तियार होता ग़र
    तो गुनाहगारों की बेवाएँ ना होतीं।

    ©ladygibran

  • yutchay 6w

    Recall

    I recall when I once fell in love
    The first heat, like a tiny shove
    The butterflies or whatever it was we felt
    On those nights we hardly slept
    The thoughts, the moments, the regrets
    Time as it moved at a slower rate

    You in turn, made me feel more than I ever imagined before
    Me itching and yearning for your love as if it was an allergy I couldn't ignore
    But all these are memories that I would live with forever
    Be it the smallest details, because now you are gone all I can do is RECALL!!!
    ©yutchay

  • devagya_ 6w

    Sab toot sa raha hai ,
    Mai , ye dil , vo khushi
    Par shayd tum nhi.
    ©devagya_

  • darkmoon696 7w

    This is part-10 of my ongoing short story. I hope that you'll give it a read and comment below to let me know of any grammatical mistakes and also any inclusives to the next part. I'll surely consider them and implement in the next part. ✌️ Happy Reading ❤️

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    The Short Story- 10

    The demon inside her groans and yells ‘Butcher’. I realize I heard the name somewhere before. She screams intensely and this is ceased by the priest commanding the demon ‘Leave this holy body and return to your grave, Butcher’ and after saying that, the priest forces the cross onto her forehead as April starts to scream in a very horrific way.

    Suddenly, the voices stop and all the things floating in the air, fall, and April stops screaming as she falls unconscious. And this is the end of the exorcism and a few minutes later, April wakes up and we comfort her. This was a pretty drastic episode and we are glad we have our girl back again with us. We knew it isn’t safe in that house anymore, hence, we moved to a new house. A few weeks passed and I am still stuck thinking of the terrible thing that happened to us in our lives. I remember that I found the name of the demon familiar during the exorcism and I begin to gather information concerning that name.

    I find out that the name is of Lexi’s husband. I gather the information that Butcher was a successful businessman in the ’90s until he started consuming drugs and turned into a drug addict and what’s interesting was that Lexi and her husband lived in the same house, the house where we previously lived, where she eventually died...

    ©darkmoon696

  • anuradhasharma 8w

    शब्दों की सौदेबाज़ी से, कहां हमारी कमाई होती हैं ?

    और लोग कहते हम लिखने में पक्ष पात करते हैं ।



    ©anuradhasharma

  • jsree03 9w

    Tides turn around

    Events and meetings,
    the sour and sweet wounds,
    unfold and backfold,
    i came back into time.
    No...the time came back for me.
    Like a cherry on the top of cake,
    Reaches my plate and wish me luck .
    When tides turn around,
    and make my time.
    Then tides turn around,
    and demands my time.
    The dark lingering,
    washed off with strange kindness.
    The place that haunts me,
    now felt like home.
    My fears in the deepest down,
    were nowhere to be found.
    When tides turn around,
    and make my time.
    Then tides turn around,
    and demands my time .......
    ©jsree03

  • unblossomedyet 9w

    Lifetimes ago it was only you,
    And the best part of my life is..
    It's still only you !!!


    ©unblossomedyet

  • elchosen 10w

    My thought for you.

    There's nothing as sweet as having a shoulder to lean on
    Someone who you'd know will hold on when others give up

    There's nothing as someone willing to hear you speak
    Even when all you are saying makes to them no meaning

    There's nothing as staying awake all night
    Just because there's someone who you can't just let go

    There's nothing as typing the in felt sweet words
    And yet having someone in your life who deserves it

    There can never be anyone who will deserve all mine words
    Because no one has made more impart in me like you do

    You are the ones I pen down in mine words
    Yet mine words can not express you all.

    You are the only thing I filled with, my thought
    Yet mine thought doesn't satisfy my zeal for you.

    Not minding where all these will end
    I will never forget the moment we share.

    Irrespective of all that's between us.
    You will always be close to my heart.

    ©elchosen

  • aditiwrites 11w

    Overthinking

    OVERTHINKING.
    Some people have a tendency to overthink everything. And I am one of them!
    Sometimes It feels like a curse..a constant nagging of ur brain that u cant stop no matter how much you try. A small incident of your day, a minor change in someone's behaviour towards u or even the tone or time they take to reply to ur text can make ur head pop like a pressure cooker. You keep finding out reasons for this change or the incident that occured and as conclusion u end up blaming urself and it seems like u were the one lacking or at fault somewhere...and then this breaks ur heart.
    You can't even explain and put into words what is going on inside ur head and what u r feeling...and this..this chokes ur soul.
    The only benefit that comes with overthinking is u are prepared for everything..come what may...u have already expected the worst in ur mind and if in case it comes true u are just sad and not shocked
    I truly wish had god made a switch to turn off this overthinking my life would've been souch easier and comfortable
    ©aditiwrites

  • devagya_ 11w

    Here we go again

    Game ho ya rishta , out of league jaoge toh muh ki hi khaoge na.
    ©devagya_

  • the_blurred_crossfire 12w

    A thousand kisses

    But my love
    our one imagined hug
    was truer than a thousand kisses.
    ©the_blurred_crossfire

  • silver_verses 13w

    Dil bhattka bhattka hai
    Kalam kuch attka attka hai

    Kuch chalta rehta hai
    Par sab thhehra thhehra hai

    Kuch kehta rehta hai
    Par sab halka halka hai

    Kuch dhhadakta rehta hai
    Par sab sehma sehma hai

    Kuch mehka mehka hai
    Par sab behka behka hai

    Kuch binta chunta hai
    Par sab rista rehta hai

    Dil bhattka bhattka hai
    Kalam kuch attka attka hai


    ©️Silver_verses

  • deepubankar 14w

    #my story

    U neither deserve my heart nor love.
    Because I'm synonym to love
    And you anonymous to it.
    I let u be my sky..but u chaos to be a passing cloud.
    You put me in storm,in midst of it I still checked upon you.
    I loved you,with all the inches of my heart, with the measurements known..you successfully shattered it.
    I subjected you to all smiles,you proned me to hurt n pain that I never n ever deserve.
    With all the ounces of courage,faith gathered..I started to revive my light.
    Trying to uplift myself.
    U made me feel,to be loved is too hard..
    I don't feel anything for anyone.
    Love is out of my box now.
    I subjected you to all smiles,but u proned me to all hurt n pain, that I never n ever deserve.
    Ur happy snatching away all the happiness from me..I'm happy for that..as I'm always a giver I know!
    Right now I'm toiling hard to restore my happiness not to shower on u this time..but on thyself.
    Where ever you are,just thrive!!
    But, once when god's scripture comes into picture..never come back.. because your mado is not mad about u anymore.
    U stabbed me.. thinking the world is too big...last question I wanna pose u is..is it as vast as of my love,dear love?
    ©deepubankar

  • darkmoon696 15w

    This is part-9 of my ongoing short story. I hope that you'll give it a read and comment below to let me know of any grammatical mistakes and also any inclusives to the next part. I'll surely consider them and implement in the next part. ✌️ Happy Reading ❤️

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    The Short Story-Part 9

    Dominating all the voices, there is a horrific male voice screaming ‘This is the beginning of the end; Satan is going to rip your tongues out’. The priest sprinkles the holy water over April’s body while reading out verses from the bible. Natalie and I can hear her skin burning, as the drops fall on her.

    Just when our hope started diminishing, ‘Get him out of me, please!!’, April yells in her voice and this brings back the hope that she is still in there, struggling. The demon starts rupturing her body from within and we can hear her bones cracking. It gradually becomes difficult for us to hold her down, so we get a rope and tie her hands to the back and her legs to the chair.

    As the priest continues yelling out numerous verses, suddenly, the cupboard placed right behind the priest tumbles over. Lucky I got him in time and pushed him away, saving him. The cupboard was intentionally pushed over by the demon as well as all the flickering lights, floating tables, and chairs. ‘Tell me your name, demon’, the priest yells at April in hope of a name to weaken its powers. The priest sprinkles the holy water and places a cross at April’s forehead that creates a bleeding cross mark on her forehead. The demon inside her groans and yells ‘Butcher’....

    ©darkmoon696

  • polate 16w

    Safe

    Everyone's racing to feel alive
    To see the beauty in the stars
    We leap out of existence
    With the last breath the air grabs
    From the sky down to the ground

    What if everything perishes and I
    Don't know where to start or what
    If I'm just afraid enough to tryout
    Life is more than pleasure at hand
    And I'm willing to share it with you

    Everyday with each blessing in harmony
    Shakes the trees so the birds can sing
    The sun sets and at the edge of nightfall
    I'm still dreaming of an empty place,
    An empty place on a clean slate

    Keep going even if there's nothing to
    Hide, curiosity kills a doubtful mind
    And with all that I've shared, I'll do it
    All over until I know you're safe.
    ©polate

  • thakuraain 16w

    You

    I used to write poems of love, I used to write about you.
    I write poems of misery now, I still write about you.

    Look what you've made of me,
    Look what you've made me do
    You picked my broken pieces and made me whole again...
    And in no time, you broke my heart in two.

    I still write about you.

    I want to hate you, and I think I do too,
    But on days when I need strength to just breathe,
    My mind warns me but the heart still wants to run to you.
    My hands shiver,
    my lips quiver, and yet...

    I still write about you.

    ©thakuraain

  • darkmoon696 16w

    This is part-8 of my ongoing short story. I hope that you'll give it a read and comment below to let me know of any grammatical mistakes and also any inclusives to the next part. I'll surely consider them and implement in the next part. ✌️ Happy Reading❤️

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    The Short Story- Part 8

    ‘Well Hello there!! April, I guess we haven’t met each other till now’ the priest says, as he got up from the couch. April is confused and a bit scared from seeing the priest. ‘Yes, we haven’t till now’, April replies. We all get together in the main hall and the priest places candles all around the room at every corner. After he is done placing the candles, he comes to us, while we are sitting around the dinner table. The priest takes out a bible from his suitcase and two bottles of, something that appeared to be some sort of sacred water. I turn off all the lights in the house and return to my chair.

    We gave a couple of sleeping pills to April, mixed in her glass of water, without her consent. She had this glass of water after a couple of minutes of her conversation with the priest. The pills knocked her out, which made it easy for us to hold her hands and legs while the priest started his prayer from the Bible. Eventually, April’s body started feeling heavy for us, and difficult for us to hold.

    After a couple of minutes into the exorcism, we start hearing the same voices from April, that we heard every night. Natalie and I are petrified watching our little girl like this. Dominating all the voices, there is a horrific male voice saying ‘This is the beginning of the end; Satan is going to rip your tongues out....

    ©darkmoon696

  • darkmoon696 16w

    This is part-7 of my ongoing short story. I hope that you'll give it a read and comment below to let me know of any grammatical mistakes and also any inclusives to the next part. I'll surely consider them and implement in the next part. ✌️ Happy Reading❤️

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    The Short Story- Part 7

    This is the second time since Lexi’s death that I am caught off-guard and completely shook. I charge into the room, grab her tightly and haul her to the bed. What surprised me is the fact that she’s still intact, in an unvexed sleep. This continued for nights with every night being the same. First, the weird eerie noises make their way out of April’s room, and then the whispers accompany.

    One fine morning, I decided to bring this to Natalie’s notice. ‘Natalie, are you hearing any voices during the night?’ I ask my wife with an espresso in my hands. ‘No David, why do you ask?’ she asks with a grin on her face. ‘Nothing to worry about Nat, but I am going to tell you something and this is going to sound crazy’ I say, as her smile fades slowly. ‘I am hearing disturbing noises and assorted voices from April’s room, for the past few nights and there are instances where I was passing by April’s room and noticed her, floating’. I haven’t seen Natalie, this tensed, in ages. She sits in the chair, in front, and says ‘Sorry I wasn’t honest with you earlier. I am hearing them, as well. David. I think we should call a priest and find out what is happening’ she says, in a relieving tone.

    The next day, we call a priest to visit us in the evening. We lead him to April’s room and he senses a strong negative presence. We call April to reach home as soon as possible from her friend's place. When she arrives, I notice that the priest is shaken for a minute or two before he started talking. ‘Well, Hello there!! April, I guess...

    ©darkmoon696

  • darkmoon696 17w

    This is part-6 of my ongoing short story. I hope that you'll give it a read and comment below to let me know of any grammatical mistakes and also any inclusives to the next part. I'll surely consider them and implement in the next part. ✌️

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    A Short Story- Part 6

    Natalie and April are still asleep and I didn’t bother to wake them up and scare them with the bad episode I experienced last night.

    After over a day of thinking, I call Brandon, the broker, and tell him to rush over to my place. ‘I don’t know what to do, Brandon. I am going to call the cops this afternoon.’, my voice trembles as I say that. ‘Let’s not call the cops right away, David. There is enough evidence to put you in a tight spot and well, you know how the cops of this town are. They wouldn’t hesitate for a second to put you behind the bars’, Brandon said. As disgusting it may sound, there is no choice for me other than to get rid of the body before the neighbors realize it.

    Hence, we decided to dispose of Lexi’s body using the chemicals that I have with me as part of my research. I don’t want to startle Natalie and April so I make sure they don’t get to know what happened in our basement.

    A few days passed by and one day as I get up to go to the restroom at 2 in the morning, I pass by April’s room and find her floating in the air with her blanket on. A bolt out of the blue, held me in that moment, frightened as hell. Suddenly, I am pushed back to reality with the sound of the wind gusting through the windows, take over.
    This is the second time since Lexi’s death that...

    ©darkmoon696

  • darkmoon696 17w

    This is part- 5 of my ongoing short story. I hope that you'll give it a read and comment below to let me know of any grammatical mistakes. I'll surely consider them and implement in the next part. ✌️ And feel free to guess how the plot's gonna be in the next part✌️. Happy Reading!❤️

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    The Short Story- Part 5

    ..I find Lexi, my colleague, stuck to the wall, in front, with nails going through her wrists and also ankles. This horrific scene makes me puke over two times and only after which, I realize there is blood all over the floor and there is blood squirting its way out of Lexi’s mouth. I slowly return to my senses and hear muttering.

    That’s when I find Lexi still alive, speaking something. I get close to her, crying and still in shock. ‘My...husband....I....kill’, saying so, she dies.
    I run as fast as I can from that dreadful scene and end up in my car parked in the garage to spend the rest of the night frightened and terrified.

    “Huh, Finally”, I sigh, gazing at the sunrise from the garage windows, and slowly get out of the car. I walk into the house past the back door with the baseball bat still in my hands completely shook due to the awful episode that happened at night. As I rest on the couch in the living room, I am pushed into my sphere of thoughts on the reason for the death of Lexi...

    ©darkmoon696