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Her fists rang out as thunder against the doors of heaven, her hands streaked with her blood and that of her friends.
Her cries pierce the empty silence. “Haven’t I suffered enough?”
No response comes.
Battering and staining the door her hands break and she throws herself against the obstruction until she can no longer move.
"What more do you want from me?"
Blinded by pain and choked with lament she lays bleeding upon the floor.
She questions her decisions, she wonders how things could have been had she never walked this path.
Her body grows cold and the doors remain shut.
She would be with her friends again soon or so she hoped.
Her cries pierce the empty silence. “Haven’t I suffered enough?”
No response comes.
Battering and staining the door her hands break and she throws herself against the obstruction until she can no longer move.
"What more do you want from me?"
Blinded by pain and choked with lament she lays bleeding upon the floor.
She questions her decisions, she wonders how things could have been had she never walked this path.
Her body grows cold and the doors remain shut.
She would be with her friends again soon or so she hoped.
Literature
...
what's the point of china, if it
never gets used. just sits on
the shelf, collecting dust.
that's all were good for
anyways,
the looks.
then we break.
[i'd pour you a cup of tea right now,
but it's really poison .]
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Wrong Place, Wrong Time
There was a terrible event in the North-West of the city just days ago, in the small hours of last Sunday morning. The two girls were not drunk, but they were happy. They had spent an emotional evening celebrating the elder's birthday. They were on the main road, heading for a cab office nearby. They paid no heed to the dark sedan that was approaching them slowly.
The first thing anybody knew about what was going on, was when two deafening percussions assailed their ears. Immediately there was a mighty roar of acceleration. The sedan thundered into the night. The elder girl was prone on the sidewalk, her life blown away. You can imagine how
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Storm Ravaged Hope
Petals are a scatter
Across rain torn grass,
Vines caressing leaves
Fallen from bare trees
To the right, the garden
Holds a scene of crush -
Remains of rose petals
Create a scene of red
Shimmering beneath
Lightning strikes
One blood red petal fallen
For every death occurred
In this unknown village
But there in the midst
Lies a rose of black,
Drenched in sorrow
From its very tip
To the loose roots
Remained in the soil
A few darkened petals
To remember our losses,
But a living death
Meant for true hope
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"Human beings are drawn to pain and suffering, vicariously living through another's experiences, hidden behind a sheet of glass that protects them from the splatter. It is pessimistic to believe that happy endings are false yet it is foolish to believe bad endings are false even when our world is full of them. Perhaps that is why human beings desire the happy ending in stories, because it is something we can not have."
RHe ground his palms against his ears, teeth clenched and eyes pressed shut.
He tried to drown her cries, whispering to himself. “I’m sorry.”
Yet she could not hear him.
He did not want to hear her cries, he wanted to forget the pain he caused her, the pain he caused them all.
"Forgive me. Forgive me."
Tears streaking his face he does not hear the end of her struggle.
He set her upon this path, pushed her towards it all so he could be here.
He releases his head and sits back upon his throne, staring into the light.
He made them suffer and he would do it again if needed.
NHe held what was left of his friend in his arms, teeth bared in anger.
Staring at her bloodied form as she walked away. “This is all because of you!”
He could not see her tears.
Surrounded by the broken bodies of their friends, his pain roared out over the stained ivory floors.
"I will never forgive you! Do you hear me?"
He watched her as she continues to climb the silvered stair, ascending towards the light above.
He had followed her down this path and he warned her to turn back, yet she did not listen.
Swearing vengeance before the dead he mourns in pain.
He would never forgive and he would never forget
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now i want to know the hole story behind this scene
what did she do ?
what path did she take ?
why the gates won t open ?
this is soo good , it makes me go curious
what did she do ?
what path did she take ?
why the gates won t open ?
this is soo good , it makes me go curious