#part1

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  • ravens_of_ink 13w

    #shortwork #shortstory #supernatural #part1 #winter

    This is a potential Part 1 of a series of short stories if enough people like it/want to know what happens next. Let me know what you think.

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    Winter Stalker

    I sat in the snow huddled with myself turned away from the wind to keep warm. I thought I was surely lost and alone in this forest, but then I felt eyes boring into my back. I turned and my eyes meet another's. A pair of icicles. I felt this tall figure could see through me and hear my thoughts. I didn't move. I just kept his gaze locked with mine.

    I knew there were things wandering the forest. Things that would kill me. I knew he could, but I felt safe. Either I'm under a spell or I really am safe. I don't think I care. Am I in danger? He's been following me since I was separated from my group. I know it was him. I've been hunted by other creatures, but when he comes they run away. He's more dangerous than the wolves, than the bears, than the things that remain hidden. And here he is standing in front of me.

    His dark hair is short but blows in the wind. It's a strong wind but he's only wearing a coat for warmth. I'm wearing a parka, snow boots, lined mittens, and I'm still worried I'll meet my end. Night has fallen and the temperature had dropped, I'm freezing so badly. He approaches me as I fall asleep.

    ©ravens_of_ink

  • laumiukas 13w

    Little depressed girl story ~ 1

    She was little, depressed and girl. She was 13 years old when... when she faced her depression. Classmates didn't like her, teachers pushed her because of her good learning and one day just leaving everything. She needed friends. Many friends but not "friends". She needed someone who could speak with her, understand her and never leave. But... now she is just lonely and depressed...
    ©laumiukas

  • narremoji_san 13w

    Love Never Forgets I

    It started with a magic
    But I had always thought
    That's it's just some trick
    Something given just so I won't throw a fit

    Yet I knew
    Cupid has already struck me with his arrow
    But rather than joy, it had filled me with sorrow
    A fear of facing you, tomorrow!
    For I know, I do know
    That you're not someone who'd just cower

    You and I were never lovers nor admirers
    Yet you always make me wonder
    Made me search the world for answer
    Why none can mend me,
    Unlike your pouting power


    ©narremoji_san

  • ms_shayara 14w

    Hum unhe rukne ke liye kehte kese
    jab woh jaate jaate humse hmari
    awaaz hi le gye..
    Hum kisi ki baato pe haste kese
    jab woh jaate jaate humse humari
    muskaan hi le gye..
    Hum in khuli hawa mei jeete kese
    jab woh jaate jaate humse hmari
    saans hi le gye...!!

    - Nancy Uppal

    ©ms_shayara

  • ishq_tera 14w

    My story
    1.


    Mai koi writer nhi hu pr wo kehte hai na dil tutne ke baad insaan writer ban jata hai...
    Anyway, mere life ki kafi sari stories hai jo sirf mere diary ke un panno mai kaid hai jinhe wapas palat ke koi nhi dekhta ya phir koi dekhne wala nhi mila..shayad islie bhi ki maine kabhi unhe kisi ko palatne hi nhi diya kuki koi aesi mili hi nhi jispe mai trust kar pau aur phir use apne dil ke sare raaz bta pau...
    But after so many attempts of finding someone special mai hamesha fail rha hu
    Aur ab itne sare attempts ke fail hone mai do cheez common hai..
    1. Ki mai ek introvert hu mujhe jyada baat karna nhi pasand ya phir mujhe yeh nhi pta ki larkiyo se baat kaise karte hai... Khair iske bare mai toh kafi baate hongi aage. Toh
    2. Mera ek friend (not best) pr wo hote hai na jinse aap chah ke bhi peecha nhi chura sakte apke har story mai is saks ka zikr rahega hi. Yeh wohi hai bachpan se hum sath hai toh isse kafi kuch share kiya hai aur hamesha regret kiya hai ki isko ku btaya pr khete hai kutte ka pooch kabhi sidha nhi hota.. mai wohi hu jo consequence janta hai phir bhi ja ke usse btata hai..... aur ek khaas baat yeh meri tarah introvert nhi hai

  • witnesser 14w

    In My City

    .
    I walk down the street,
    lit up my cigarette smoking sweet,
    Earphones playing my favorite songs,
    And I'm stepping to the beats.
    But i witnessed a few things wrong,
    Passing by while looking around,
    My city is consumed by choas,
    And the help was never found.
    Because honestly, nobody wants to search,
    solutions are on the ground.
    Our community is on its verge,
    Only to disperse, not to bound.
    We're controlled by people in power,
    Taped mouths, no voice, no sound.

    ©witnesser

  • ishaanali 15w

    Eight

    Once upon a time,
    There was someone,
    Calm, silent, alone.
    With the curse of eternity,
    Never felt love in his life.

    Once upon a time,
    There was someone,
    Betrayed, upset, bruised.
    With the curse of eternity,
    Always lost the ones she loved.

    Rendezvous of those two,
    Has given birth to the most beautiful love,
    We've all ever witnessed.

    "Love never come to those who love it but to those who wants to love it."


    ©ishaanali

  • swati29 15w

    #part1 ... Friendship that is beyond words but under imagination... Here i come up with some beautiful lines must read it�� ... Part 2 will be soon .... #shareit

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    खुशनसीबी

    शुरू तोह वो दास्तान
    दोस्ती से हुई थी
    गेहरी कब हो के दो दिलो
    मैं बस गयी
    यह अंदाजा नही रहा
    कुछ तो बात होगी उसमे भी ओर मुझमे भी
    जो इस कदर दोस्ती और
    मजबूत होती गयी
    मैं मेरी दोस्ती और
    मेरी खुशनसीबी की दास्तान कुछ युही
    चंद लफ़्ज़ों मैं बयान नही हो सकी❤️
    ©️स्वाति तोमर✔️

  • ishaanali 15w

    Roye honge bohot baadal zamin se milne ko,
    Jo chamak un aankho me thi, vo un bijliyo me nahi

    ©ishaanali

  • giftedsnow 16w

    Hidden Lover

    Shadow spreads like cancer
    Bringing oblivion to the feet of the dancer
    The dark ages surrounding her memories
    Becomes a fat memo with unending crises

    Behind the curtain of the former pages
    Was a beautiful damsel in her tender age
    In love with a majestic guy's face
    Hope to keep the love's moist skin from summer fades

    Every chimera,she pleads for a dance out of his bed
    On toes! Symphonies becomes the milk to be fed
    My love glows in a macho skin with a touch of red
    "I will keep him within my heart chambers" she said

    To be continued

    _giftedsnow

  • arlakshmi 16w

    സായംസന്ധ്യ

    അന്ന് ഇടിമിന്നലും മഴയും പൂർവ്വാധികം ശക്തിയോടെ മണ്ണിൽ പതിച്ച രാത്രിയായിരുന്നു. ഏറെനേരം ആലോചനയിൽ മുഴുകി ജാലകത്തിനരികെ നിന്നു. ശക്‌തമായി വീശുന്ന കാറ്റിനും മഴയ്ക്കുമൊന്നും എന്റെ മനസ്സിനെ ശാന്തമാക്കാനായില്ല.മനസ്സിൽ ഓർമ്മകൾ തിരയടിച്ചുകൊണ്ടിരുന്നു.
    ഇതുപോലുള്ള ഒരു ധനുമാസരാത്രിയിലാണ് ഞാൻ ജനിച്ചതെന്ന് അമ്മ പറയാറുണ്ടായിരുന്നു. ഇരുപത്തിയഞ്ച് കൊല്ലം മുൻപ് ഞാൻ ജനിക്കുമ്പോൾ അച്ഛനും അമ്മയ്ക്കും എന്നെക്കുറിച്ചു എന്തുമാത്രം സ്വപ്നങ്ങളും പ്രതീക്ഷകളുമായിരുന്നു. ഞാൻ ജനിച്ച സമയത്തു നല്ലൊരു വീടോ വാഹനമോ ഇല്ലായിരുന്നു. ഞാൻ വളർന്നപ്പോഴാണ് അവർ എല്ലാം പടുത്തുയർത്തിയത്. അതുകൊണ്ട് എല്ലാം എന്റെ ഭാഗ്യം കൊണ്ടാണെന്നു പറയുമായിരുന്നു.
    ചെറുതിലെ സന്ധ്യ നല്ല മിടുക്കിയായിരുന്നു. എപ്പോഴും ഒരു പുഞ്ചിരി തൂകി ഉമ്മറത്തു കറങ്ങി നടക്കുന്നുണ്ടാകും. അവളെ അടക്കി ഇരുത്താൻ ആരെകൊണ്ടും സാധ്യമല്ലായിരുന്നു. ആദ്യത്തെ മോൾ ആയതിനാൽ കുറച്ചധികം ലാളിച്ചു വളർത്തിയത് കൊണ്ടാവാം; കുറുമ്പൽപ്പം കൂടുതൽ ആയിരുന്നു.
    ©arlakshmi

  • harshvshukla 16w

    #hindi #hindikavita #story #lovestory #part1

    Ye kahani h ek amar sher ki. Ye uska pehla hissa hai. Poori kahani padhne kr liye mujhhe follow zaroor karen.

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    Amar Sher Katha Part#1

    Meri or nazar kar do, ab khatm sabar kar do
    Hothon se chhulo tum, mera sher amar kar do

    Mujhhse nazar mila lo tum
    Meri zameen hila do tum
    Fir haal puchh mera
    Haalat badtar kar do

    Us shaam ko jab suraj
    Ho laal mohabbat me
    Mera haath thaam ke tum
    Mere saath kadam kar do

    Mere raaz jaan lo tum
    Sab baat jaan lo tum
    Main chhap nazmo sa
    Tum shayar sa padh do

    ...... To be continued .....

    ©harshvshukla

  • suraj_singh_ 16w

    Journey of a smoker (part 1 )

    #journeyofasmoker
    #part1
    #thestarting
    Na Maine hindu dekha na musalman dekha,
    na mene darm dekha na jaat dekhi,
    Apni pheli cigarette pite wakt ,
    Na meine mangal dekha na jumme raat dekhi.
    Bus isse lub par laga kar,
    Ek kas bhar lena h yeh soch kar apni pheli cigarette pe thi,
    Jab beli pe thi tho achi lagi thi thi
    Par socha iska aadi ho jauga
    Isliye dusri par poochne m kai gadiya lagi thi,
    Par vo lakir aakhir par he karli
    Vo dusri cigarette gum m pe thi
    Tisari kusi m pe thi
    Choti chalte chalte or pachhi bus maje m pi thi
    AB ishe mere kuch nhai hoga ab ganje ki baari thi
    Mere kuch charsii yaa rt b the piche se bole
    Pe le babu le kar bole ka naam

  • aristoteles 16w

    Jakarta

    Hari ini oleh seorang sahabat, aku diperlihatkan wajah ibukota dalam perspektif yang berbeda. Dibawah terangnya sinaran bulan purnama, aku merasakan denyut nadi ibukota yang berbeda dari yang biasa aku lihat dari layar kaca.

    Tidak ada kemacetan yang mendera, jalanan lempang sepi seperti tak berpenghuni. Hanya satu dua saja mesin-mesin beroda lalu lalang melaju melesat kencang seperti tanpa dosa. tak luput roda-roda bertenaga manusia juga terlihat bergerak meski sang empunya tenaga seperti kuda tua yang terlalu lelah menapaki setiap inci jalanan dengan alas kaki seadanya.

    Sungguh, aku tak percaya dengan apa yang kulihat.

    Potret indah ibukota terlihat ketika begini, tiada panas yang menyengat, tiada bising suara-suara klakson dari pengendara, tiada juga terlihat hiruk pikuk suasana ibukota seperti yang seharusnya, tak banyak pula debu-debu berterbangan yang menerpa wajah.

    Yang ada hanya lampu-lampu remang dari gedung-gedung tinggi yang menjulang ke angkasa. Yang ada hanya semilir angin yang semakin sejuk terasa. Yang ada aku ingin berjalan berdua denganmu agar kau juga melihat pemandangan takjub ini.

    Orang-orang berada mungkin sudah tertidur pulas di kamar yang sangat nyaman dan mewah, atau sebagian dari mereka masih asik berdansa dibawah kerlap-kerlip lampu-lampu diskotik. Sedang kaum bawah mungkin tertidur karena terpaksa, besok mereka butuh tenaga untuk bekerja. sedang sebagian dari mereka masih ada yang terjaga, bekerja demi menuruti permintaan anak istrinya.

    Potret kerasnya ibukota, sedikit tergambar diwakili mereka yang kulihat tidur di emperan-emperan toko. Bukan karena mereka tak punya tempat tinggal, hanya saja terlalu lelah raga mereka bahkan untuk sekedar pulang pun kuyakini tak cukup tenaga tersisa yang mereka punya.

    Jakarta, 270618


    ©wakkancil

  • ms_shayara 17w

    Tarqeebei kitni hi lga lo..
    Sapne kitne hi sajaa lo..
    Haqeeqat ka chehra dikhne pr
    Khwaab aksar rooth jaya krte hai..
    Fir najaane kitno ke dil
    toot jaya krte hai.....!!

    - Nancy Uppal

    ©ms_shayara

  • frozen 17w

    Don’t be afraid darling
    It’s the truth what you just saw,
    Those red eyes may not seem familiar
    I am still the one you know.
    ©frozen

  • jeeya_shakya 17w

    Some wise men say tears are elixir of life,
    Some pessimists say they are poison to death.
    But what really are these which are creating a huge confusion in the lives of people of this world?
    I've wandered all round the world, I've seen tears rolling down the cheeks of every person. I've seen a mother crying for her children. I've seen a father fetching tears to protect his family, I've seen a child weeping to fulfill his desires and I've seen a lonely person crying in emptiness.
    Why do people cry? Is it because they want to pour out every deep feeling suppressed and hidden inside their hearts?
    A person cries when happiness encounters him, a person cries when he suffers, when pain becomes his friend from enemy.
    Women cry because their men go away from them, they cry because their children keep asking them about their fathers.
    'Why is our family different from the others?'.
    These words from her children make her cry every time.
    Women cry to see the love of their lives returning to them, they cry watching their children play with their fathers.
    To be continued.........
    -an excerpt from my journal
    #part1 #tobecontinued #mywork #tears #words #deep #teenwriter #broken #tenthgradersjournal #myownwords

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    What are Tears?
    Part 1


    Please visit my profile and go through all the captions of 'What are tears?' series!
    ©jeeya_from_nepal

  • rana_s_baby 18w

    THE HANGOVER STORY

    A bird flew right over me
    Suddenly
    It turned into a bee.
    Right when i was about to flee
    The world before me
    Turned blurry.
    Down the hill
    I rolled and i tumbled.
    "I'm gonna die " I mumbled.
    Just then i felt a jerk
    I opened my eyes
    And there i saw my boyfriend smirk.
    There he was ready to yell
    And just then rang the doorbell
    I was relieved
    Just then I heard
    "This girl is under arrest".

    ©rana_s_baby

  • witnesser 18w

    #NotAFeminist #Part1

    Breaking down my long write up into many pieces so that they reach more number of people. This is my take on #Feminism.

    #RajatSaidIt

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    Dear fellow men,

    Have you met the special kind of fools?
    Who say they hate gender-specific rules.
    They name themselves based on a gender,
    then say they aren't biased in gender issues?

  • reborn 18w

    #Part1
    ..... sometimes we hold onto things that no longer exists....

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    Drunk texts,heart breaks,
    2 years,we took to heal.
    Dead love, Dry kiss,
    We lost it,
    We don't feel.

    I saw the old pictures again,
    We were so crazy and alive, then.

    ©reborn