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Drip, drip, drip. The sound drilled into his ears, identical to the rasping feeling of his parched throat, and the pull of the rope on his wrists. Every sense was heightened, every hair was on end, and yet all he could focus on was the drip, drip, drip of the distant faucet.

Posted By Saheli On 08.16.2011 @ 10:08 pm

Daniel was a quiet guy, never really talked much to fellow students. That was why, when he was graduating, he did not expect anyone to miss him. When his favourite teacher came up to him at the end of the ceremony, hugged him, and exclaimed that Daniel ‘saved her life,’ it made Daniel realise just how many lives one person can touch simply by being there.

Posted By Saheli On 06.09.2011 @ 11:22 pm

He walked in the room with the swagger of a million other men just like him. He was the only person in the entire world, and he sincerely believed that. With his skinny, white jeans and his open, red plaid shirt laid over a white a-shirt, he looked like every other ‘cool guy’ in the world. But damn, did he rock it.

Posted By Saheli On 06.05.2011 @ 5:19 pm

It was the beginning of a life, and yet also, the end of one. The restrictions placed on one at birth never ease up, and they doom the poor, unsuspecting child to a life in chains. Life is the worst thing that can possibly happen to a person, and yet it is constantly occurring.

Posted By Saheli On 05.08.2011 @ 11:46 am

an occasion is a party with a reason. the occasion to do something. I don’t even know what that means. but you know. or at least, you should know. but if you don’t, that’s okay too. because I don’t.

this is an occasion to write. like a stream of consciousness. but a quick one. and the bar of time is changing colors as it goes along.

Posted By saheli On 01.01.1970 @ 12:00 am