Stories
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Love Is In The Air, But I don’t want To Feel It.
It is the early 1900’s in Paris, the city of love. It was the spring season when the city of love has a natural romantic ambience. I was painting a beautiful canvas behind a lovely water fountain. Every time the breeze flows by the water and touches my face, I feel alive. That day the Read more
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Bottom Line Is I Prefer Not To Exist.
In the imaginary race with time, I barely think about what is happening to me. If I stress I even don’t know what I’m feeling. But there some sort of disturbance or sadness that is always pumping from the bottom of my heart. I work at a graveyard shift for a private company. My job Read more
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Loneliness: A Crave For Attention Or Expression?
During this tough time of the pandemic, there is a lot of focus on mental health issues. Loneliness is one of the leading mental health issues in the world. People often think loneliness as deliberately being alone and craving attention. They are very wrong about this and most of the so-called “educated people” don’t even Read more
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Oh naive idiot!
HaHa! What an idiot you are.Did you expect some niceness in return?It is you that is bothered with niceness.But not the world.How naive of you!To think that being nice,Will make people nice.The quality of nice,Is nothing but a mirage.They do think they are nice,You soft skinned snowflake.Truth is not the world is harsh.It is you Read more
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Efficacy In Existence, A True Endeavour.
On a Saturday evening, I completed my work and scrolling through my social media. Liking memes and just passing the time. A rare moment where the efficacy of my sadness it not taking over. After some time, there was a chime on the phone. It is my friend Charvi. She is one of the good Read more
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Friends Who Made Best Memories Became A Memory.
From childhood, I have a dream of having best friends,A relationship very awesome, and that never ends.we would meet and have much fun together,We would always watch out for each other. Finally, One day I got excellent friends,That is the end of my sorrows.We used to always talk something,We had no secret and shared everything. Read more
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favourite (n.) and their favours (v.)
What is in debt may never die Sitting in the old wooden cafe, Sir Donald McDouchey sips his chai tea and puts the teacup back on the table. He looks around and notices the waiter looking at him eagerly with a half-baked smile. “Touche, you said right. The chai touched my ganglia and gave my Read more
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Existence Is Not The Question, How You Do Is.
In our everyday life, most of us tend to question our existence. Questions like “why do I exist?” “Why should I suffer in this existence?” or statements like “I wish I never existed.” “My existence is worthless.” I think we are doing it in the wrong way. Firstly, let us state the facts. We exist Read more
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The Devil inside me
How beautiful the horror you create, To those who give you agony, The tears that fall fill my heart, Deep and dense they touch me, The smile you hide but I do, When you have a guilty pleasure, Sometimes I fear if I am an animal, As I hold the hunger to feed, But then Read more
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Self-Portrait: The Colorless Dead Canvas.
Hey guys, This is Mourya. I’m writing a self-portrait today. For avid readers, you may know me as the creator of the character “John” and the guy who writes science articles. When I thought of writing a self-portrait, I was confused because I have no idea. Yes, I don’t know what my actual portrait is. Read more
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