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Submitted to Contest #44
I'm dead yet still living or maybe I'm living, now that I am dead would be a right way to frame this. What could be life changing than being dead? To live. Which I didn't or maybe I did. But I don't feel like I did, so I didn't. Then why didn't I if I knew I didn't. Because I couldn't. Why couldn't I ? Well, we'll just keep on circling. Let's get on with it. My body and mind finally feel light for one thing now at least.It has been a week since my little pathetic funeral and I'm still wandering in my town as I always did. Thought I...
Submitted to Contest #43
Knock.Father returned home around midnight. Unexpected time of the year. My breathing is irregular now, heart pumping out of my chest. I'm in my perfect senses yet I can't help it.He's been dead for 12 years. I hear a knock. He keeps on knocking in a rhythm. I don't want to open the door. He looks at me taking his straw hat off, pulling his corduroy overalls tightening them. Red irises of his shining. A vacant expression on his face. Father never misses Eid. He comes along with the crescent moon. I'd be prepared to open the door that day wit...
Submitted to Contest #42
" You know the worst kind of imprisonment Alex? The door is wide open but we cannot move as if we're chained by invisible memory threads of the past. It is then that we see the future through that ajar door, Living off it's faint light."" Hmm Does it hurt mum? When we die? "" Not more than it hurts the ones who are living. " *****I wonder why mum said that, what might have she felt at that moment. I didn't get it back then at my father's f...
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