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Brain Stew: "29" :: Chapter-13
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Attempts at story telling. Thursday, September 13, 2012. Serious. Maybe this game was. Fabrice noticed the red eyes of the players glowing through their black helmet. They made their first touchdown in the 8th minute and with that came a flying grenade in the field blowing right in the middle making a body fly to the edge of the ground. They'd lost another player. In 10 minutes there was a touchdown, one explosions and two players out. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Enter your email address:.
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Brain Stew: "29":: Chapter-17
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Attempts at story telling. Monday, December 17, 2012. Fabrice struggled to keep his head up. The water rapidly pushed him away like a corpse. He struggled to breathe, frequently trying hard to come up, only to be pushed away with more water. Fabrice sub suspiciously surrendered to the fact that death was finally here in this strange illusion that he still hadn't understood. Another noise from the opposite direction made an interruption. Fabrice turned back to see a helicopter that has risen from nowh...
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..: The Road
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Whispers From My Heart. Wednesday, May 30, 2012. The road stretching ahead,. It's with me all the time. When everybody leaves,. Its perennial presence it reminds. Forever we have to walk together ,. We have always been walking together. I tend to feel lost at places,. With the road consoling my doubts,. And only the road accompanying my sight. For the stars disappear with every dawn,. The sun and the moon leave soon. Seasons stay for seasons,. And the friends leave too. The road is different,.
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..: January 2011
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Whispers From My Heart. Sunday, January 9, 2011. We live caged lives,. Hollow hearts inside us. He bent the rods of seperation to reach her,. Held her hand and freed her. The weather had then changed,. Flowers learnt to bloom in new ways. Beautiful beautiful nights,. Two souls had united,. For each other they were made. The sandunes of time were drifting away,. Things were changing,. Nights were not beautiful,. Days were not sweet. They thought about yesterdays,. When they were free. Time proved that,.
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..: December 2010
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Whispers From My Heart. Saturday, December 25, 2010. Every year, comes the month of December. A month which not only brings those heavy jackets and sweaters out of the closet. But also some feelings out of those dusty closets in our hearts. The rich. The poor. The good. The bad. Everyone gets a gift. A gift in the form of a new year. A new year, and an ocean of hope filled into our hearts. That's Christmas. Because when the path of life gets cold and numb. A light shines from the dark corners of your life.
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..: February 2012
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Whispers From My Heart. Friday, February 17, 2012. It’s weird how you enter my life,. And then become a part of it. After consoling my loneliness,. Very soon you go away. After you depart,. The loneliness hurts even more,. Like an old and dried wound. Has been scraped out once more. I and my loneliness feel uneasy for a while,. But a little later we’re alright. That’s when you call out to me,. And I find a shelter in your eyes. There’s a sense of security,. For my cold being. A dream you show me.
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Brain Stew: December 2011
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Attempts at story telling. Monday, December 5, 2011. A Handshake With Loneliness. The darkness was his home. He lived in a place which was always under the curtains. He was the only one there. Just walking the dark and barren lands, sometimes sitting down on a fallen tree trunk. There were times when he sobbed and the winds tried to console him, there were times when he laughed like a maniac without any specific reason and the winds tenderly stroked his hair. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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Brain Stew: "29" :: Chapter-16
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Attempts at story telling. Wednesday, September 19, 2012. The wheels were drawing near, with the sound drawing even more near as the vehicle moved towards Fabrice. The vehicle was making the entire bridge vibrate even from a distance. Fabrice closed his eyes, the distant roar of the engine was interrupted by the thunder in the sky, the serpent was still lying on his chest. 1.2.3. Fabrice began a count in his head. 4.5. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Enter your email address:. View my complete profile.
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Brain Stew: April 2012
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Attempts at story telling. Thursday, April 19, 2012. While moving towards the piece of land on the other end, the toad was greeted by fishes popping out from still waters betraying the fact that they didn’t have wings to rise and drop from such heights. The snake remained unaffected to the frequent splashes. After crossing the waters, there were tall grasses forming a patch of green. The snake slowly slipped into the grasses and became still. The toad looked at them and croaked continually, until a croak...
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..: I Miss You a Little
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Whispers From My Heart. Thursday, August 16, 2012. I Miss You a Little. I miss you a little. In this night so cold,. Where I can't find my warmth. So I miss you a little. The world exists in pairs,. And I feel singled out. But I have you in my mind,. And I miss you a little. Maybe just a touch from you,. Can heal me tonight. But you're far away,. Hidden in this moonlit night. I want to be,. Where you are right now. But my love feels powerless,. And I miss you a little. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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