Posted in Writer's Cafe on Jul 26th, 2008 No Comments »
I felt the rage of falling rivers and howling air, my feet cold and my body drenched. I listened to the silence of the invisible starlight, and stared at the shadowed nothingness around me. I had deafened myself as the rain clouds drummed and eerie light swiftly broke through the darkness, for all I could [...]
Posted in Writer's Cafe on Jun 29th, 2008 No Comments »
Today she watched the stars fade.
With paper pieces scattered at her feet, she basked herself in the regale of rain, seeking emancipation from the stillness of her mind.
So she thought of coldness – both the frost that lingered in the air, and the sound of snowflakes that broke with every heartbeat. Cold was [...]
Posted in Writer's Cafe on Feb 14th, 2008 No Comments »
A thousand and one dreams had passed - dreams of verdant valleys and auburn butterflies, of wild golden horses and sapphire skies.
They haunted my mind and yet never changed the coldness of my stare, my touch, my voice. Somehow, it was the frost that kept me alive through the wretchedness of the human world.
The [...]
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