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Submitted to Contest #44
“All the stories I can remember are sad stories until they meet their happy ends. But mine is a happy one with a tragic end.”The shoot had officially begun with that phenomenal dialogue of mine and as the play progressed, I slowly lost myself to Tahir, a man who now seemed more than a character to me. The director shouts to start as a sit over my smooth chair and prepare myself for the last act of the play. The cameras roll and then it starts.While I check my wristwatch, Constable Imran discloses to me the death of another criminal. Only tha...
Submitted to Contest #39
Unexpectedly someone without life, still manages to live on in my dispassionate heart and shine even in the absence of light, as bright as the stars tonight. As I stare at the glimmering stars through the vandalized window of my room, I wonder how the slightest of her memory can arouse in me, an unusual feeling of despair and force me to cry as foolishly as I can, in this significant moment. Later when I will recover from these hysterical fits, I will surely laugh at my helplessness, but for now I cannot bring myself to pick up the gun and c...
Submitted to Contest #37
As she sat there over the craggy boulder, she wondered at the possibility of life without her which went on in its convectional way. In front of her sight was a cramped yellow hut where we had spent a promising time of our vacations five years ago. However, it now seemed to have shrunken with despair, no wonder it appeared even more confined and small. She turned her face towards me and beamed radiantly. I knew her appearances were only limited to my vision, for whenever I told my family about it, I was frowned upon and my experiences were t...
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