Hello! This is my first post on this page, but I wanted to share a short story I wrote. I hope आप like it!
They say that when आप hit the bottom there is nowhere to go but up. I didn’t believe that. I was standing on solid rock and no one could convince me that it gets better. My dream of becoming a writer was shattered into little pieces. My दिल with it. I लॉस्ट everything. I could barely make enough money to eat, let alone pay my rent. There was no passion in my life. My grandfather had left me everything he had and I wasted it. All of it. I was living in a lousy one room apartment. All my possessions consisted of a notebook, a pen, cell phone, बिस्तर and three shoddy outfits. I was working in a miserable café not far from where I lives. And I myself could not feel और contempt. I was broken, sad and I had दिया up completely until one दिन this person walked in the café and sat on one of the tables. For the sake of the story let this person be called Jenny. I walked to her तालिका, टेबल and asked to take her order. When she looked at me it was as if all my troubles went away. She just had that remarkable presence. My life didn’t seem so bad. Suddenly everything was going to be ok. I took her order and I don’t know why, but she invited me to शामिल होइए her. I sat down and we started talking. Jenny was really easy to talk to. In just a few hours I told her my whole life story and she didn’t seem to mind. Finally she took out a notebook and a pen and asked me for my number. I have no idea why she wanted and I didn’t ask, because I didn’t care. She wrote it down and कहा she has to leave, she then stood up and walked away. A few days after our first encounter she called me and कहा that there is something I have to hear and see. I immediately got dressed and went out to the place she wanted to meet. It was on the other side of town. The nice part. I went in the café and she was already there. I sat down and she told me her story. One that I will never forget. A teenager with a dream. The dream to win a championship in track and field. She trained really hard साल after साल and she is so close that she can feel it. In just one साल she will be able to compete at the European. And she knows she can do it. Unfortunately a visit to a cardiologist proves her wrong. She hears a lot of medical terms leading to the words: ‘You can’t be a professional athlete. It’s too risky.’ She quits and suddenly she is empty, because she has no dream. But not too long after she quits she has the erg to somehow express herself. She goes to her computer, opens a new document and starts writing. That दिन she wrote her first monologue. She continues लेखन and soon she writes short stories and scripts. A week पूर्व she sold her first script and soon she will make her new dream come true. The dream of seeing her script made into a movie and shown on the big screen. But there is something else she wants to do. And she wants me to शामिल होइए her. Right then and there she asked me to help her make her first dream come true. Because during all this time it never left her. For a moment we were silent. I was the first to speak. I told her that I am going to do anything in my power to help. She asked me to go with her to the Olympic stadium in London. Nothing more, nothing less. I explained that I didn’t have any money, but she simply said: ‘Don’t worry. Just trust me’. We might have known each other less than a week, but I did trust her. So the अगला दिन I packed my belongings and a car came to pick me up and drive me to the train station. Jenny waited for me there. We went on the train and sat in first class. She explained that she prefers trains rather than planes. Once she had even travelled around युरोप travelling only द्वारा train, because she doesn’t like other transport and didn’t have a car. We talked और about our lives while we ate breakfast on the train. After a few hours she कहा we were getting close. I don’t know why I did it, but I had to ask her if I could call her a ‘friend’. She said: ‘Of course’. I smiled. Something about having a friend like her made me proud. We got off at the अगला stop. There was another car waiting for us there. Seeing my shock she explained that her uncle lives in लंडन and ordered his driver to pick them up. Frankly now I was surprised about her uncle having a driver. When we got in the car she कहा that her uncle was a wealthy, but not such a healthy man. He was getting old and he was no longer able to drive his car, so he got a driver. She didn’t tell me what his business was, but I didn’t feel like I needed to know. That’s why I didn’t ask. The car pulled over at the stadium and we walked towards the entrance. The guard looked at Jenny. She just कहा her name and he unlocked the doors leading to the inside of the stadium. She went towards it and pushed down the handle. She was now approaching the track itself. Her eyes going from side to side, taking in everything. When her foot touched the track it’s like the stadium came to life. Like it was censing her presence. Every step she took, got her a little closer to her dream. And there it was – the starting line for the one hundred meters. आप see, my friend had this really amazing gift. She could actually make आप feel something. And when she closed her eyes and took a deep breath I was in her world. I saw the thousands of people on the stadium, I heard their roar. Their cheer. And they were all cheering for one person. For her. She fell to her knees and kissed the track. Then I heard the first signal: ‘on your marks’, the stadium went completely silent and I saw my friend take her position. Then came the सेकंड mark and she got ready. Finally there was the gun shot and she blasted herself towards the finish line. She might have not been as fast as Shelly-Ann Frazer-Pryce, maybe not even as fast as Ivet Lalova, but in her own world she was the champion. द्वारा crossing that line she won the European, the Olympics and the world championship. At that moment her dream was a reality.
The End
Thank आप for reading!
They say that when आप hit the bottom there is nowhere to go but up. I didn’t believe that. I was standing on solid rock and no one could convince me that it gets better. My dream of becoming a writer was shattered into little pieces. My दिल with it. I लॉस्ट everything. I could barely make enough money to eat, let alone pay my rent. There was no passion in my life. My grandfather had left me everything he had and I wasted it. All of it. I was living in a lousy one room apartment. All my possessions consisted of a notebook, a pen, cell phone, बिस्तर and three shoddy outfits. I was working in a miserable café not far from where I lives. And I myself could not feel और contempt. I was broken, sad and I had दिया up completely until one दिन this person walked in the café and sat on one of the tables. For the sake of the story let this person be called Jenny. I walked to her तालिका, टेबल and asked to take her order. When she looked at me it was as if all my troubles went away. She just had that remarkable presence. My life didn’t seem so bad. Suddenly everything was going to be ok. I took her order and I don’t know why, but she invited me to शामिल होइए her. I sat down and we started talking. Jenny was really easy to talk to. In just a few hours I told her my whole life story and she didn’t seem to mind. Finally she took out a notebook and a pen and asked me for my number. I have no idea why she wanted and I didn’t ask, because I didn’t care. She wrote it down and कहा she has to leave, she then stood up and walked away. A few days after our first encounter she called me and कहा that there is something I have to hear and see. I immediately got dressed and went out to the place she wanted to meet. It was on the other side of town. The nice part. I went in the café and she was already there. I sat down and she told me her story. One that I will never forget. A teenager with a dream. The dream to win a championship in track and field. She trained really hard साल after साल and she is so close that she can feel it. In just one साल she will be able to compete at the European. And she knows she can do it. Unfortunately a visit to a cardiologist proves her wrong. She hears a lot of medical terms leading to the words: ‘You can’t be a professional athlete. It’s too risky.’ She quits and suddenly she is empty, because she has no dream. But not too long after she quits she has the erg to somehow express herself. She goes to her computer, opens a new document and starts writing. That दिन she wrote her first monologue. She continues लेखन and soon she writes short stories and scripts. A week पूर्व she sold her first script and soon she will make her new dream come true. The dream of seeing her script made into a movie and shown on the big screen. But there is something else she wants to do. And she wants me to शामिल होइए her. Right then and there she asked me to help her make her first dream come true. Because during all this time it never left her. For a moment we were silent. I was the first to speak. I told her that I am going to do anything in my power to help. She asked me to go with her to the Olympic stadium in London. Nothing more, nothing less. I explained that I didn’t have any money, but she simply said: ‘Don’t worry. Just trust me’. We might have known each other less than a week, but I did trust her. So the अगला दिन I packed my belongings and a car came to pick me up and drive me to the train station. Jenny waited for me there. We went on the train and sat in first class. She explained that she prefers trains rather than planes. Once she had even travelled around युरोप travelling only द्वारा train, because she doesn’t like other transport and didn’t have a car. We talked और about our lives while we ate breakfast on the train. After a few hours she कहा we were getting close. I don’t know why I did it, but I had to ask her if I could call her a ‘friend’. She said: ‘Of course’. I smiled. Something about having a friend like her made me proud. We got off at the अगला stop. There was another car waiting for us there. Seeing my shock she explained that her uncle lives in लंडन and ordered his driver to pick them up. Frankly now I was surprised about her uncle having a driver. When we got in the car she कहा that her uncle was a wealthy, but not such a healthy man. He was getting old and he was no longer able to drive his car, so he got a driver. She didn’t tell me what his business was, but I didn’t feel like I needed to know. That’s why I didn’t ask. The car pulled over at the stadium and we walked towards the entrance. The guard looked at Jenny. She just कहा her name and he unlocked the doors leading to the inside of the stadium. She went towards it and pushed down the handle. She was now approaching the track itself. Her eyes going from side to side, taking in everything. When her foot touched the track it’s like the stadium came to life. Like it was censing her presence. Every step she took, got her a little closer to her dream. And there it was – the starting line for the one hundred meters. आप see, my friend had this really amazing gift. She could actually make आप feel something. And when she closed her eyes and took a deep breath I was in her world. I saw the thousands of people on the stadium, I heard their roar. Their cheer. And they were all cheering for one person. For her. She fell to her knees and kissed the track. Then I heard the first signal: ‘on your marks’, the stadium went completely silent and I saw my friend take her position. Then came the सेकंड mark and she got ready. Finally there was the gun shot and she blasted herself towards the finish line. She might have not been as fast as Shelly-Ann Frazer-Pryce, maybe not even as fast as Ivet Lalova, but in her own world she was the champion. द्वारा crossing that line she won the European, the Olympics and the world championship. At that moment her dream was a reality.
The End
Thank आप for reading!
Glance the other way
Rip your दिल out
I just don't care anymore
You're useless
And uncaring
आप know nothing!
Yet आप pretend आप do
You're a pretender
A pretender is just a liar in disguise
A pretender is a faker
A pretender hides
A pretender is a maker
Of the dark abyss
आप told me once
I told आप twice
Now what?
Do we forget the past?
Live for the future?
या remember and continue on our path?
...Decisions...Decisions...
Left या right?
Up या down?
Wrong या right?
Please give me the answer
For I do not know
Right and wrong any longer
Rip your दिल out
I just don't care anymore
You're useless
And uncaring
आप know nothing!
Yet आप pretend आप do
You're a pretender
A pretender is just a liar in disguise
A pretender is a faker
A pretender hides
A pretender is a maker
Of the dark abyss
आप told me once
I told आप twice
Now what?
Do we forget the past?
Live for the future?
या remember and continue on our path?
...Decisions...Decisions...
Left या right?
Up या down?
Wrong या right?
Please give me the answer
For I do not know
Right and wrong any longer
Chapter 4: Sunny day
These were the days of peace and happiness.
Days were spent in peace and love.
Jack loved his job, even though he wasn't that patient with children who didn't pay attention on his classes.
But, he knew. He was doing something
important, something useful.
And most of all, he knew that his lovely wife
and beautiful little Gwenny were waiting for him
at home.
Dana was amazing at kitchen.
Jack loved everything she made.
One happy family they were.
Like every morning, Jack would go to work,
and Dana would make a breakfast and some coffee to wake them up.
Morning coffee was something wonderful
for both of them.
After having breakfast, Jack would drink coffee
with Dana, looking at her with the same gentle
and passionate प्यार that never fades.
"I'll see आप later, darling." - Jack कहा and
went to work.
Dana was still sitting and enjoying in the coffee,
watching through the window the sunlight.
She could smell the फूल that were growing
in the yard.
These were the days of peace and happiness.
Days were spent in peace and love.
Jack loved his job, even though he wasn't that patient with children who didn't pay attention on his classes.
But, he knew. He was doing something
important, something useful.
And most of all, he knew that his lovely wife
and beautiful little Gwenny were waiting for him
at home.
Dana was amazing at kitchen.
Jack loved everything she made.
One happy family they were.
Like every morning, Jack would go to work,
and Dana would make a breakfast and some coffee to wake them up.
Morning coffee was something wonderful
for both of them.
After having breakfast, Jack would drink coffee
with Dana, looking at her with the same gentle
and passionate प्यार that never fades.
"I'll see आप later, darling." - Jack कहा and
went to work.
Dana was still sitting and enjoying in the coffee,
watching through the window the sunlight.
She could smell the फूल that were growing
in the yard.
I lied
I lied to them and got caught
I confessed up and told them the truth
but they get और upset
I walk down the dark hallway
into my lonely empty room
I lie on my bed, thinking
I go to हटाइए and I can't
I fall down
pain shooting threw me
they walk in
saying I'm faking to make them feel bad
they walk out
leaving me on the ground
crying out in pain
I finally give up
crawl over to the closet
get the gun and cocked it
put it to my temple and pulled the trigger
life...filled with hate
I've chased down all my demons
but it wasn't enough
mistreated,misplaced,misunderstood.
I lied to them and got caught
I confessed up and told them the truth
but they get और upset
I walk down the dark hallway
into my lonely empty room
I lie on my bed, thinking
I go to हटाइए and I can't
I fall down
pain shooting threw me
they walk in
saying I'm faking to make them feel bad
they walk out
leaving me on the ground
crying out in pain
I finally give up
crawl over to the closet
get the gun and cocked it
put it to my temple and pulled the trigger
life...filled with hate
I've chased down all my demons
but it wasn't enough
mistreated,misplaced,misunderstood.
I keep my rhythm
I tap in time,
My संगीत is my world
An angry beat inside.
It can crash like a waterfall
या gradually trickle down,
It can make आप laugh and cry
That powerful sound.
My headphones on my head
The lyrics flowing though,
Filling up my brain
संगीत is the खाना I chew.
It can be beautiful, strange
Crazy and cool,
I couldn't live without music
There's a style to suit all.
संगीत is like a brand new life
Jumping around your mind,
Each instrument that is played
Is an ingredient to find.
There's nothing quite like music
There's nothing quite like me,
आप can always find a friend in music
संगीत will always be.
I tap in time,
My संगीत is my world
An angry beat inside.
It can crash like a waterfall
या gradually trickle down,
It can make आप laugh and cry
That powerful sound.
My headphones on my head
The lyrics flowing though,
Filling up my brain
संगीत is the खाना I chew.
It can be beautiful, strange
Crazy and cool,
I couldn't live without music
There's a style to suit all.
संगीत is like a brand new life
Jumping around your mind,
Each instrument that is played
Is an ingredient to find.
There's nothing quite like music
There's nothing quite like me,
आप can always find a friend in music
संगीत will always be.
The city of light was full of marchants and villagers. Elyon stood and gazed at them from the huge silver gate. And gurding the gate was two broad shouldered men, wearing bright white robes, that glowed from every angle.
"Excuse me?" the man with blonde hair asked. When Elyon took a shaky step forward, the men stared shocked at her.
"Elyon? What are आप doing outside the city?" The man asked. Elyon took in a deep sharp breath and took another shaky step forward. She still hadnt noticed that the vilagers were watching silently.
"Elyon...my name is..?she smiled and fell into the darknes, fainted. The two gaurds rushed to her aid, and the vilagers erupted into a panicky uproar
"Quick take her to Lady Alexsis!" the man with darker ahir nodded, picked up Elyon and disapered.
"Leo? What the hell is going on? This is a bad sign," an old man closest to the alone guard asked.
"I dont know," he muttered looking up at the गढ़, महल of light, "i really dont know,".
टिप्पणियाँ PLZ
"Excuse me?" the man with blonde hair asked. When Elyon took a shaky step forward, the men stared shocked at her.
"Elyon? What are आप doing outside the city?" The man asked. Elyon took in a deep sharp breath and took another shaky step forward. She still hadnt noticed that the vilagers were watching silently.
"Elyon...my name is..?she smiled and fell into the darknes, fainted. The two gaurds rushed to her aid, and the vilagers erupted into a panicky uproar
"Quick take her to Lady Alexsis!" the man with darker ahir nodded, picked up Elyon and disapered.
"Leo? What the hell is going on? This is a bad sign," an old man closest to the alone guard asked.
"I dont know," he muttered looking up at the गढ़, महल of light, "i really dont know,".
टिप्पणियाँ PLZ
The pain आप caused isn't what scarred me
The burning tears आप left me to shed isn't what burned me
Your last words aren't what hindered me
It was the Legend.
That endless struggle to win
To fight back
To not toss and turn in my bed
That secure feeling I had before you
To feel as a sharp as a pencil lead
Now that loneliness I feel without you
A constant reminder
Feeling my दिल beat again
Done with the breathtaking moments
And the heart-skipping kisses
To breathe again
Over and Done with
It wasn't those tears
It wasn't those words
It wasn't all that pain आप left me to bare.
It wasn't the legend आप were when आप were here
But the legacy in my दिल that आप left!
The burning tears आप left me to shed isn't what burned me
Your last words aren't what hindered me
It was the Legend.
That endless struggle to win
To fight back
To not toss and turn in my bed
That secure feeling I had before you
To feel as a sharp as a pencil lead
Now that loneliness I feel without you
A constant reminder
Feeling my दिल beat again
Done with the breathtaking moments
And the heart-skipping kisses
To breathe again
Over and Done with
It wasn't those tears
It wasn't those words
It wasn't all that pain आप left me to bare.
It wasn't the legend आप were when आप were here
But the legacy in my दिल that आप left!
There I was. *sigh* Just sitting there, waiting for him. Who? आप ask? My crush, Patrick Wellsiben, he was the one for me. Let alone, him being THE most लोकप्रिय boy in school, I was known as a loser. I was the omega of the भेड़िया pack. What am I talking about? Nevermind. My conscience says "Ask him out!", but my guts say "Don't do it you! He's gonna say no!" I don't know what to do! He comes near me and says "Hey." I stand there like a scarecrow smiling. "I feel stupid." "So stupid." Why shouldn't I get the attention from populars? I have short, thick black hair, I wear tank tops all the time, regular jeans and converse. So much for fitting in.