#scribbledstories

[coolkarniwrites]

I want to tell the truth, but no matter how many times I try, the words won’t come out. I’m mute. No matter how hard I try, I can’t break the promise I made that day.

I was walking down the deserted street as part of my dare but I heard some screams deep inside the jungle. I went towards the noise. When I encountered a vicious crime, I was hell-bent on bringing justice to that innocent girl. They murdered and raped that immature girl in front of me.

They reeked of alcohol and the monsters I was witnessing were void of remorse. They didn't even know the girl in front of them was dead and they were stroking the corpse. The girl died with the horrifying screams that parched her throat and soul.

Suddenly, the twig beneath me twitched and they were on alert.

I hid behind the tree, my breathing heavy and my vision clouded with tears. They found me. I swear they had strong senses.

“You were not supposed to see that”-- one of them barked.

“Seems like we've one more meat to devour ”-- the other howled.

They wickedly cackled and smirked.

“Please, please leave me. I've done nothing to you. Please spare me”-- I begged.

Crying and begging those monsters to spare me was the toughest task.

I guess one of them recognized me, I don't know how.

I was in a wailing trance, wishing and hoping and praying for my life.

They told me if I keep my mouth shut and won't tell this to anybody they wouldn't touch me and would spare me.

Even in the haze, I hesitated to say yes because that would mean I'm saving these monsters.

They sensed the energy shift and one of them was coming towards me in the slow strides.

My whole life flashed before me. As I felt the presence of the monster approaching me, I knew I had to make a decision: to remain silent and save my own life, or to speak out and potentially risk it.

I knew that speaking out would be a risk, but at the same time, I was afraid of the consequences I would face if I stayed silent. In the end, I decided it was best to make a deal with the devil and hope that it would protect me from any harm.

In the end, I gave my word and said out loud, "MY LIPS ARE SEALED".

It can be difficult to cope with the guilt of not being able to live up to one's own expectations, especially when that person had been so motivated and determined in the past. The feeling of being trapped in a life that's no longer fulfilling can be overwhelming, and it can be hard to find a way out. It’s been 2 weeks since this happened and I already dreaded my choice and attempt to save myself. My death would have been easier than living up to this word. I wish for my speedy demise. I hate that I can't break those 4 words that destroyed me.

[akareddy]

A verse of feelings

When time passed with feelings suppressed, I let myself believe that it was just a myth.

But that one encounter changed everything.

I tried barring the doors and bolting the windows

but those feelings came crashing in like a tornado.

I couldn't betray myself anymore for I had been wronged.

Yet I couldn't tell you how I felt, for you're a good person and a good friend I would want to cherish till the very end.

[sadiya933]

"Let's see who'll win the day today " the spectators argued.

The sun fireced stronger , The moon grinned wider , the stars twinkled brighter , the darkness got deeper, the galaxies gleamed vibrant nd

The competition was defeated by the unutterable contestants.

[sincerelyicarus]

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[a-unknownperson]

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[sruthi-samuel]

Inspired from #dearteenageme by @weareyuvaa :) Dear Teenager me. It's okay if you weren't called pretty, it's okay if you were sister zoned by the guy you had a crush on, it's okay if you were said that you are pretty for a brown girl, it's okay if you are not thin, it's okay if you hate yourself believing in these toxic standards, it's okay if you don't fit in. It's perfectly alright if you have craved the attention you never got. Just remember that, once you become twenty, you'll have much more complicated issues. Okay, I'm just kidding. All your problems are valid, and all your issues are heard. You are not alone in this. I'm always here if you ever want someone to talk to. Sending you warm hugs and remember this, YOU ARE NOT ALONE. It may feel so cool and dark since you lack the warmth you need, but remember that night's gonna end and the sun will rise soon, sooner than you expect. 🏷 #prosepoetry #aspiringwriter #writtenword #writer #linespoetry #weareyuvaa #thoughtoftheday #instaquotes #instaprose #poetryofig #scribbledstories #writeups #writersofinsta #newwriters #writetoexpress #briefwriting #writerscorner #writerscommunity #tinytales #indianwritersofinstagram #indianwriter #indianwriters #stuffi_wannasay (at World) https://www.instagram.com/p/CeBfukQonxU/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[knbpoetry]

I am addicted

To the way your skin feels

Beneath my finger tips.

To the extent that I fantasize,

More than I’d ever care to admit.

I want to memorize

Every single piece of you.

The rise and fall of your breath.

The steady beating of your heart.

The low vibration of your voice.

The euphoric taste of your lips.

The gentleness of your touch.

So when we’re apart

I can close my eyes

And fade into you.

-K.N.B.

[harshisposts]

Those were the days I counted my smiles and stayed in pain,

I tried all the ways to be better.

to say fact, to be better away from you.

I know you didn't need me anymore, but I was in need of you more, when you were gone...

all I said to myself was, "you will be back" and.." you will love me again"

but the fact is, you will never come back and you will never love me.

I kept your every moment in my hand, to know about you just because, to accept the false that, you are so much better for me.

but... why are you not looking for me, when you said you loved me!

that question stuck in mind.

may be I didnt know that,

I should let you go, by taking care of my dog.

I should let you go, by falling in my hobbies.

I should let you go, by living my life.

I should let you go, by accepting truth!

but, after my work and chores are over

I fall on my bed and hold my pillow cry and cry by rememebering you.

I got to know that if there is a second left for me I would think about you.

Is this smile hurting me so much, but i really wanted smile now though it hurts

but one thing I kept in my mind... you will move on and I did by accepting truth

[sadiya933]

"Please adopt this girl sir " she pushed the girl towards the couple.

"I'm sorry" but , we expect a boy . The man replied

The girl was exposed to the bitter truth of not being home yet.

[sincerelyicarus]

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[the-year-i-met-you]

Calling myself a poet

I was on the edge of six when I wrote my first poem. It was nothing more than just a series of rhyming words scattered around the ends of some verses that hardly made any sense. But I proudly read it to my ailing grandfather, who smiles and says, "You are such a good poet,love".

But I did not call myself I poet back then.

My ninth grade teacher asks, why do I write and read about Van Gogh's paintings all the time. Upon which I say, how I find it so captivating that a living being, who never touched, sensed, felt or seen death can create such a masterpiece, all based on his power of imagination. How extraordinary life is, that artists die yet remain alive through their art; maybe for sometimes being alive is more than having a heartbeat.

But I did not call myself a poet back then.

Summer of 2010, I remember walking alongside the sea shore, hand in hand with my lover. At one point he looks at me and as the sunset floods my iris, he smiles saying how my eyes look like pools of honey; while I stood smiling back, wishing to say how his blue eyes holds all the secrets that the ocean seeks for and how they light up, as if the universe itself engraved them with the brightest mix of stardust.

But I did not call myself a poet back then.

On the edge of eighteen, the world of Plath's poetry welcomed me. I realised that words could hold more than feelings and passion. They can walk on the road of regrets, yet sound like a love song that two happy silhouettes dance, on the moon's good side.

I called myself a poet the day I started weaving my fears with threads of gold and silver, turning haunted houses into dreamlike wonderlands. For I was a poet painting constellations upon my worst nightmares.

For poetry was a lie that only a poet could tell.

- Bidisha P. Kashyap

[hridyas]

The school bus

Its been 9 years but still i remember the day i met you for the first time. We were in our seventh grade. That wednesday evening on my way back to home. I was playing with the kindergarden children in my bus and u were watching to playing crazily with them. The way you looked at me i broke out laughing and just to cope up with the awkwardness i asked ur name. And that was the begining... And today 3years after our break up i never thought that innocent smile would be the one to break my heart.