blacklilly1
"To be continued..."
She closed the book and leaned back against her seat. Is this really the end of such a delightful series that had followed her from childhood?
The word mocked her even though the cover innocently winked at her.
"What is this?"
Malik immediately threw down the offending picture of him in a frilly pink apron, drunkenly operating a pan over a stove.
Casey snickered as he snatched up the picture. "It's you, dude!"
The splash of colours adorn the pallet and white canvas just as it adorn the multitudinous glass windows that stream constant sunlight into the room. Small rainbows abound and reflect off the floors and corners and walls, making the room festive and cheerful.
And in the corner sits a lonely boy, dull and grey. If only he could reach the colours. If only he could see.
Somebody like you, I'm sure I will meet one day. But not now and not in the distant future. For I am scarred and I hide in the corner whenever as much as a shadow pass by. But I am sure that later on in life, when I am forty, fifty, an ageing woman with fine wrinkles and a throaty laugh, I will perchance on someone as equal as you could have been.
Go forth my wayward children who cannot step back a single step on pain of death. Do not look back because the future is forever expanding and you must grasp it in your own two hands and make it yield to you. If not, all is lost. You cannot even fathom what will happen if you refuse to accept the things that happen.
Not all that is gold glitter.
Not all who wander are lost.
raised me up
caring for me
loving me
but no longer
there is now an empty hole where you should be
there is now a black hole
a dark crevice
and a lot of rage
red and black bleeding together
forevermore
how civilized
dripping through a tiny hole
slowly falling
like grains of sand
towards the bottom
where they drown
like animals
squealing
how civilized indeed
The multitude of build boards nearly blinded him as he frantically swiveled his head to search for the one the man on the phone had told him to find. It was actually more of an order than a politely phrased message since the man on the phone was currently holding his sister hostage.
So time was of the essence and he sighed a breath of relief when he spied the green neon letters looping themselves to say ALLEY CAT. And underneath it, a dinghy looking bar with a seedy man standing in the front of it.
"All in favour, raise your hand." Three hands shakily rose up before slinking down rapidly under the glare of the judge.
"And all those against?" The rest of the room did the same motion; the judge practically glowed under the mass of raised hands before him and he inclined his head towards the three people who had voted in favour of the bill that will have caused rife in the glorious Empire that he had made it to be.
And the three delegates from the counties that were suffering from the same judge before them quivered for they knew that their lives were going to end.
And like a hundred beating hearts that were hammering before him, his own pounded against his chest. He licked his dry lips and in the next second, twisted the knife into his chest, stopping the only connecting between him and the mountainous people before him.
And as he laid dying on the floor, he knew that even if his own heart ceased to beat, a hundred- no, a thousand- would beat in stead of him.
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