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Chapter 1
Odd place
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‘I don’t think its a good idea guys. ‘ said timara for the fifth time.
‘ Cmon dude it’s fine.’ Rachel chirped.
‘I think we took a wrong turn’ timara tried again nervously.
‘No, we are alright just a little more.’ said David
‘Are you..’ timara tried again but karine cut her
‘Yes tee. Now shut up.’
Bored of the same places of the small town they decided to explore little outside the town they had been driving for hours now to some place victor found on the internet. There was not much details of the place and timara wasn’t sure if its actually there. But she had this odd feeling about it

‘Here it is.’ said Sean
And suddenly the place felt right to timara as if it was where they are supposed to be. it was like coming back to a place.
She walked out of the car and collapsed.
They thought it was her usual dizziness and she shook her up.
Tee?
TIMARA ! WAKE UP!
She had this weird vision of the place but she couldn’t make anything out of it.
She stood up and looked around.
It was like a old fort, long stairs leading to pillared boundaries of an open hall.
Oddly silent and still.
Strange charge in atmosphere that makes you jumpy. Its like Something is moving but when you turn around to look at it everything is just so so very still.
they decided to take a better look, to explore some more, to capture it.
It was Huge place and very difficult to keep track of the ways but somehow timara knows exactly where to go and what she gonna find out there as if she is been to that place before in a dream maybe.
soon the sun was setting it’s Twilight, atmosphere turned shivery.
they decided to call it a day and return but they lost the way to exit. they started calling for help and suddenly they saw an old man.
‘you shouldn’t have come here, you you should have left a long ago what brings you here…
he trailed off when he saw her
‘oh! I can see that one of you is pulled to this place and you guys came along you girl what’s your name? ‘he asked timara
‘timara’
‘timara you have a strange relation with this place don’t you feel it? I think you do.
what do mean? I have never been to this place. Timara replied.
don’t you? are you sure about that? Said the old man suspiciously.
‘yes timara you seem to know this place’ Victor intervened
‘No. I don’t. I have never been to this place I..
let’s get out of this creepy place. She said stubbornly her stomach dropping.
‘No. you can’t. this place invites you, you come by your choice but you can’t leave once you are here and after sunset its more dangerous to even try.’
‘This is rubbish. I don’t believe in this superstitious rubbish. We need to get out we need to get out now.’ yelled David.
No, we cant. As the words came out of timara’s mouth she was shocked.

To be continued… 

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Thoughts

It scares me sometimes, how close i get to surrender myself to my demons. When life gets hard and search for ways to get out of trouble starts one encounters a lot of tempting shortcuts too. 

Sometimes you think just this once, just this once if i compromise my morality i would never have to do this again. That “once” is a lie.

The thoughts i have aren’t worthy of writing, in written they can harm more than just me but it is scary to keep them locked in, it will slowly drive me crazy.

In the years of human existence, they have enlisted deadliest poisons not once did they listed the most common one, thoughts. 

How easy it is to turn a mere doubt into solid belief, just think it more than once. How easy it is to talk yourself in and out of things, just keep thinking in that direction. We always want what we think we deserve and lament how unfair life is. But is it? Because what we deserve isn’t what we think we should get.

Thoughts can be deceptive, they can lure you away from reality. It can all be slipping out of your hand when you think you have it under your thumb or you will be thinking of how miserable your life is, avoiding all the good things in front of your eyes.

It makes a tiny atom into an atom bomb that explodes taking others with you unpredictably.
It remembers every bad experience, every bad memory and it gives you flash backs and that fuels your bitterness. It makes you shut down, choose solitude when you need others the most. It can make demon out of blank darkness. Sometimes you think you need to do this there is no other way but there are other ways you are just blinded by what you think. Sometimes you spend all your life in denials because you train you mind like that. How easily it can slowly takes you to the end, before you know it you are there. What scare me the most is that I have no control on what i think, i can divert it, distract myself, avoid it but can’t stop it.

Short story 

It was just another stupid party that they were in,
By they i mean mike and Shelly. Mike being a maths nerd was only there because Shelly loved parties. She wasn’t IMPOSING or anything it was how their friendship worked. Mike being cool with whatever Shelly wants and Shelly being Shelly cool, unpredictable and reckless.

Mike was wondering what hell was he doing in the middle of this stupid game when the bottle stopped in front of him.
And a moron guy asked him to kiss Shelly.
Kiss! Kiss! Kiss! Everyone shouted as of their lives depend on his first kiss.
It’s ok mike its just a game said Shelly.
Just a game? He wanted to do it since forever, he has been in love with her since middle school but here he was a shy friendzoned maths nerd and she beautiful, outgoing, popular girl oblivious to his love for her.
It was a relief for him. The UNCERTAINTY was too high even according to his calculations. He can’t put his friendship on stake by telling her.
He was shaken out of his thought by Caleb, the cool guy who has been hitting on Shelly from the moment they arrived at his party.
Cmon dude, be a man.
Kiss her i know you want to. Caleb smirked.
Shut up Caleb leave him alone. Shelly chided him.
Well that was worse, she coming to his rescue.
C’mon oh! you don’t know how he looks at you, almost drooling. I bet he kisses you in his dreams.
I said shut up..
And it was too much, he walked away.
Shelly called after him
Mike?
Mike!
Mike stop!
They were out on the road. She grabbed his hand.
Mike where are you going?
I don’t belong here Shelly this place isn’t for guys like me. He said.
What are you saying you love coming to these parties. Shelly replied confused.
No i come because you like these parties, i come for you. But i can’t kiss you like that. Not like that no.
Like what?. He was thankful that it was dark out there.
And then out of the dark they saw HEADLIGHTS coming fast towards them and they held each other’s hand, closed their eyes.
Shelly swore.
“we are about to die” he yelled
But it came to a HALT right it front of them.
They kissed.
She chuckled “we are alive”
“More than ever” he said.
She raised an eyebrow at him “so?”
“Shelly i couldn’t kiss you and pretend its just a game as if it means nothing to me. ”
“Are you SUGGESTING that… ” she started

“Yes i may not be cool and lively like you and you wouldn’t go out with a guy who would bore you to the death. I… I understand and i don’t want to affect our friendship a.. And..…”
She interrupted him by a kiss
“And here i was thinking you deserve better that i m not good enough for you. ” she confessed
“What? “he blinked
“I guess we both assumed wrong ” she said
“move out of the way idiots ” the guy in the car yelled.
Laughing they both went hand in hand towards love.

Prostitution

ILLUMINATING in the FLUORESCENT lights
Streets INTERWINED with illegal trade and crimes
Long forgotten, the dreams in eyes
Dressed shiny in cheap style
She is neither a name nor a human kind.
Her value is how short is her dress
Or how many she sees everyday
Selling her body, feeding lust
There is no other identity than
Amount of money per hour she takes
Once a young beautiful bird,
Lured in hell away from nest.
Her name, she couldn’t remember anymore,
Was it tina? Tanya? Chakore?
We call her names, worst of all
A hoe, a slut, a bitch, a whore.
Day and night on a creaking bed.
Several times her clothes she shed.
She is from the land of goddesses
Living in illegal addresses,
Many like her nameless workers
Pimped around to horny jerkers
Roles she plays everyday,
To fill IMPERFECTION of their lives
Of the girl they desire or of their haughty wives.
Boosting ego, masculinity, his chauvinistic thoughts.
Safety and security is a history to her,
Goodness and respect, a MYSTERY .
She represents the IMPERFECTION of our Society
She represents the dirt in our minds.
She represent the hypocrisy in our character.
She represent the inhumanity in human kinds.

Enchanting Story

I waited my whole life For this to happen.That someday i gonna take a turn and the scene would be different.
Like narnia, hogwarts, fillory.I will dive in to a new beginning and after looking in every closet in every plateform between 9 and 10,Through every clock and
collecting many buttons.
Nothing happened until then.
Just when i decided to give up i stumbled across it.
I ran into an accident and woke up in it.

The beauty FORBIDDEN in my
World,the rainbows, the river, the scent of flowers,Birds chirping,Squirrels running.
Clean air,glittering land.
I also saw mister beaver.
A small pond of choclate and
Some candy trees of every flavor i saw gnomes squealing giggling And a fairy whispered in my ear.
“You came here oh mighty human!
To this ENCHANTED perilous place. ” PERILOUS ?
But its so beautiful so pure
I interjected.
” … and every beauty has a price.” She corrected.
The fairy choked with wide eyes and flew away in mist. I call for her but she disappeared so i tried taking a look around, went in the dense forest.
Something came behind me
Eyes blindfolded, i was lifted and i felt the earth moving then stopped when the smell of mud filled it. I ripped the blindfold off in the darkness. I stood up and looked around.there was noone. I was in a cave,the walls were wet. A little nudge on the feet i blinked and look down. Drawfs?
No goblins sir.
My name is mitaku and i m
Tarifi sir.
And i…
Ok hello.. Er.. so why did you kidnapped me? I asked
Because its not safe out there for you sir. Mitaku replied.
Why?
This is the world of beautiful ILLUSION sir.
Everything you can dream of is there, To some its just a good job or high salary
To some its a big plate of food, To some its a whole world. You made this world happen, so think what peril you must have added?
I.. I don’t know
Look around and think what it reminds you of?
The land is as beautiful as fillory, the creatures are as funny as narnians then if i added fillory and narnia there must be something of potter’s.
Is it dementors?
Or you know who?
Or pink fluffy umbridge?
Its black and fluffy no pink sir without a nose under a hood.
She is… She is..
We can’t take her name sir.
You know who is a she?
What is her name?
Lady voldemrige.
I gave a shaky laugh. It is really my imagination.

So i need to defeat her? Yes sir if you defeat her the kingdom will be yours.
Easy peasy its all in my mind isn’t it?
You don’t know the peril of poisonous thoughts sir.
You made it all happened by what you thought and once you think you can’t unthink it.
She is made up of your weaknesses, your worst nightmare, your worst memories. We have been keeping up with her but its you who needs to fight her or she will take over and this whole beautiful world will be enchanted with her darkness, we will all be frozen forever and you will suffer a fate worse than death.
I gulped. How do i fight her?
oh silly with all the goodness you have. Squealed a tiny little goblin girl from behind.
i told you to keep quiet terri said the leader mitaku.
So there are goblins and fairies and talking animals what else?no human?
I mean if there is a version of voldemort there must be
Alice? Hermione? Lucy?
I didn’t get you sir said mitaku
Obviously he is talking about the fountain girl. Squealed terri.
The fountain girl?
No no don’t stop her. Speak little one.

The girl who merpeople saw near the fountain, disappers in thin air. Dress in white,
Blond hair. Merpeople say she is a cursed witch. To free her from curse you have to kill the witch.
Lets kill the witch i said.
If you want to kill the witch you need to defeat her in her own game.
Its now or never. I have waited my whole life for a chance now is my chance to do something good, to be a hero.
I gonna challenge the evil witch i gonna save the good witch and i gonna rule this mind palace.
Marching out of the cave towards the battle ground.

The scene at the battle ground resembled that one stage i never succeded in the video game. She was there with a glowing sword laughing at me. I had my bow and arrow ready. Its simple three chances to kill and survive or lose and die.
I missed the first arrow, she moved so fast and i saw blood dripping, she got my shoulder.
With injured shoulder and shaking hands i aimed again towards when she came the white witch and whispered
Aim at the hawk, the evil’s bird. She gets her power from th bird. Kill the bird.
I know i just have this one moment before voldmridge knew what i did, i did it. She screamed with pain and fury and all went black. Every humiliating memory, every bad experience flashed around my eyes. The day he died, my father. The day she left, my lover. The day i failed. The darkness was growing on me slowly and slowly but then she jerked me up like a white light. Don’t lose it she said aim at her black heart but with the bunch of good thoughts, beautiful memories and happiness. you can do it.
I saw my mother’s face smiling, dad’s proud pat on my back, my dog running towards me and i killed the evil witch.
The sun shone bright.
The creatures yelled with delight
The beaver crowned me the king. The savior of my own world. She came smiling, more visible, more beautiful.
What’s your name? i asked
Alione she chirped.
Will you be my queen?
Oh but i already am.
This is my happily ever after.
I m here in my enchanted world.

He will survive, the accident was horrible..
but?
“He may remain in coma for indefinite time” said the doctor.

Potterhead 

I stumbled through platform 9&3/4 and some how ended up boarding the hogwarts express.
Enjoying the chocolate frogs and betty bott’s every flavor beans i went to hogwarts.
And it became a home to me.
Every time Hermione scored some points i tirumped.
I hopped on my broom to catch snitch like harry.
The mirror reflected my desire to be there.
The basilik tried to kill me.
I loved hagrid’s tea parties though his rock cake messed with my teeth.
I hated draco just for the fun of it and in potions me and neville almost failed.
My tea leaves predicted grim,
When the masmurderer was running amok, i try hiding in harry’s invisibility cloak.
I try befriending houselves
Though they weren’t in hogwarts a history.
I ate canary creams, feathers all over me.
I went to feed thresals with luna. She said i m as sane as she is.
Memory lane with Dumbledore right through the penisieve.
I skipped a beat when Hungarian horntail almost got harry.

Stupefy, expelliarmus, incendo
.
My patronus was a bird soaring.
Yes i was a member of DA
Rebelling against umbridge.
I went on search of horcruxes,
Invaded gringotts,
Trespassing ministry,
Morn over Dumbledore’s body,
Flew a dragon,
And fought in the battle of hogwarts.
Yes i did went there with

Harry ron hermione
,
Yes i lived those seven years
Several times through books and movies.
Cried with every death
Be it Dumbledore, fred, sirius, tonks, moody, remus or dobby.
Yes i won the triwizard cup.
Yes i was in gryfindoor, slythrin, hufflepuff and ravenclaw.
I studied with hermione,
Caught snitch with harry,
Got poisoned with ron,
Was laughed on with luna,
loved harry like ginny.

The book is my patronous to the dementors of life.

Rape

The Rhythm of vibrating bones

The crimson liquid running amok

And all humanity lost.

She screamed 

She struggled 

She tried fighting him off 

The lusty monster sneers

Tightening his hold 

Kicking her in the guts

He crawled away at last. 

She whimpered

Her screams died

The Peculiar silence pierced.

Night wept ,

the moon ashamed

The sky mourned

The air turned cold. 

They all witnessed the heinous crime. 

The death of Compassion in human kind. 

When fellow humans turned blind. 

She Trembled her way to home

Trapped in a real nightmare. 

Twilight 

Teenage love, roses, chocolate, hide and seek romance, innocent promises. The twilight saga seems a perfect partner for any teenage girl.Where do i start? 

From how i get exactly

“It was nice to be alone, not to have to smile and look pleased; a relief to stare dejectedly out the window at the sheeting rain and let just a few tears escape.”?

What this means. 

Or

 the way lion fell in love with the lamb? 

Edward masen cullen, a good vampire, a perfect boyfriend. Every girl’s dream guy. 

With bella we all fell for him, 

Like bella we all had a heart break when he left

And like bella we all ran to him racing to save something infinity more precious. 

They gave us hope to believe in true love, 

“Even more, I had never meant to love him. One thing I truly knew – knew it in the pit of my stomach, in the center of my bones, knew it from the crown of my head to the soles of my feet, knew it deep in my empty chest – was how love gave someone the power to break you”



They gave us courage to choose
 

“The right thing isn’t always real obvious. Sometimes the right thing for one person is the wrong thing for someone else. So…good luck figuring that out.”


And it became our brand of heroin

Time passes. Even when it seems impossible. Even when each tick of the second hand aches like the pulse of blood behind a bruise. It passes unevenly, in strange lurches and dragging lulls, but pass it does. Even for me.”

Bella was frozed forever in her teens but the bella in me grew up. Her flawless world stopped matching mine. And as she said

“When life offers you a dream so far beyond any of your expectations, it’s not reasonable to grieve when it comes to an end.”

Somewhere twilight has made me a better person , even if i count the similarities in choices or dissimilarities in actions both as equally been eye opener to me. 

“I promise to love you forever, every single day of forever.”

Wait

It was a rainy day, she was walking home from work without an umbrella when she met a stranger.
With sharing the same umbrella and sipping tea together soon the strangers became less than strangers.
Every night they met,
While walking from work.
Every day she talked
And he listened.
She smiled
And he stared.
She found a solace
In him.
The stranger became more than anyone else.
It rained again.
And she realised
It was the right time to confess.
Heart beating fast
And shivering voice
She started i…
But he stopped her
And apologized.
He said he isn’t what she thinks.
It can no longer happen.
There is no future for his being.
And she will never see him again.
And she never saw him again
He was gone as if he wasn’t ever there.
As if she imagined him.
Since then, every rainy night.
With his umbrella in the hand
She sat on the same bench
Waiting.

Nothing

There is no such thing as past present or future. Its all time.
We do not live a century in the time consisting of uncountable centuries. What are we in the course of time?
Just like an ant is for us, Negligible nobody?
Time is infinite, we numbered it. Its passing, flowing like water in the river and we are like fishes going with it to our deaths but what impact do they have on river? What impact do we have on time? We do more harm then good.
We made a system out of it just to fool ourselves, dividing it. Saving it. Wasting it. As if it matters!
We are deluded into trying to leave an impact on it.
We think of future, in order to escape horrors of present.
We carry a burden from past.
And thats how we die.
And it does not matter.
Birth or death.
In an endless cycle of time.
What is death or birth?
Nothing
And that’s what we are.
Absolutely nothing.