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  • hotaru_ 27m

    The door opened with a loud thud as I watched Shannons twin daughters run around inside without a care in the world. I froze. Looking in front of me, my eyes landed on Zack. I felt myself tense up, I didnt expect anyone else to be here. Remembering that he lived here, I moped. Why couldnt he have gone out or something? He looked serious as he played video games. Maybe he wouldnt notice me. Shyly greeting him, he acknowledged my presence. Quickly turning away from him, I saw another new face and I inwardly cried. Why didnt anyone warn me?!

    After an awkward introduction, I found my way to the couch. Glancing at Zack, I couldnt help but stare. It had been so long since I last saw him; I noted the change in his appearance and how he still caught my eye regardless. He didnt seem interested in making any conversation, not that I minded, my nerves couldnt handle it if he did. Remembering the small crush I had on him, I looked away. That was a very long time ago.

    My lips felt dry and plain, uncomfortably reaching for my lip-gloss, I immediately regretted it. James, being the usual jokey person that he is, screeched out:

    "Melissa who are you putting that lip gloss on for? Is it for Zacks friend? Im watching you!" I felt my face begin to burn. I had just met Randy, Zacks friend.

    "Im not!" I looked down as I said that, making sure to avoid all eye contact.

    "Randy has a baby on the way; he cant be catching on shit like that." Said a laughing Shannon. The awkwardness grew. He was going to be a father? Emphasis on father! How did I manage to land myself in such an awkward situation? I was more focused on Zack than Randy. Thats just my luck.

    It was over in a split second as James and Vincent made their way out the door. Falling on the couch, Zack followed. Leaving a decent amount of space between us, I tensed up. He chose to sit closer to me when there were other seats open. Was I reading the signs correctly or was I being delusional? Hearing a knock on the door, my brother Brian made his way in. Taking a seat between us, I sighed. Always leave it to my brother to read the signs with me.

    Before I knew it, James and Vincent had returned but Zack and Randy were nowhere to be found. Maybe they finally decided that this was lame and wanted out. Not long after, I saw Zack pull up with a new person who I assumed to be his friend. His friend, William, looked friendly as he carried a platter of snacks, probably as a house warming gift.

    Deciding to sit on the floor, I sighed. This night seemed to be taking the turn for the worst. Looking up, I noticed Zack come outside. I was surprised. He seemed more anti-social than an actual social butterfly. Seeing him take a glass of alcohol, I blinked. He drinks? I never imagined him to drink, especially out of Barbie plastic cup.

    Eventually he sat down in front of me, giving me a light hearted smile. I felt my heart beat faster. Looking away, I didnt know what to do since we were the only ones sitting on the floor. Not making much eye contact or conversation, I stole glances out from the corner of my eye. Everyone was having a good time, socializing and bonding and yet I was so nervous that all I managed to do was awkwardly laugh at everything. He soon got up, maybe because I wasnt speaking to him or maybe he just grew tired from sitting on the floor? But I felt somewhat disappointed.

    Letting it go, I too stood up and made my way inside to place my phone on charge. Remembering how I left John on read, I ignored Spots too. I could tell Spots was serious about me and yet my heart refused to go his way. Was I made of stone? I could not accept the sincerity of someone who was trying to win me over. I could only think of myself and how my heart has grown tired. How Im slowly losing myself, how I see a stranger in the mirror and how I drown in my tears. How life had given me reason to give up.

    Pushing the thought out of my head, I returned to the big group. Everyone seemed happy, as if their need for socialization had been filled. Accepting that I wont be speaking much, Zack interrupted my train of thought.

    "Have you seen the new Dragon ball movie?" I looked at him and softly said no. I knew he was a fan of anime, I just never knew he would speak to me. Do you even like DBZ? He asked, hoping for me to say yes.

    "No, I dont like it." I replied honestly. He looked surprise and yet he never stopped smiling at me. Was he trying to speak to me? Me, Invisible Melissa? I couldnt help but smile back at him. If these were signs then I wouldnt mind playing along.

    Sitting on the floor yet again, Zack didnt hesitate to join. These were definitely signs. Either I was hallucinating or he was actually giving off a certain vibe. Before I could give much thought into it, Shannon spoke.

    "Melissa doesnt like Lilith either." As she spoke to Zack he turned to me with a smile. Zack hates her." Shannon looked at me and I looked at Zack. He looked happy as he stuck his hand out for a high five. Feeling something in my stomach drop, I realized he wasnt truly over her the moment I saw him give off a sad smile. Could I blame him? They were dating for years until she decided to cheat on him. I had no place in his life and yet I felt the urge to help him move on.

    Rethinking the lift club, I might actually accept it. I didnt understand it but I felt drawn to him. It could be that I would find the missing piece to my puzzle if I get to know him. But, what if its a mistake? Growing attached to a new friendship only to watch it fall apart. Was I ready to have another knife pierce my heart? Or will he be able to heal the wounds I could never mend?

    #chapter3 #books #writing #story #happiness #pain #defeat #growth #love #romance #gifted

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    Chapter 3

    ©hotaru_

  • backstorypoetry 4h

    The cover of the book appears good.
    Texture of pages in it finds to be finest.
    Does that proves the book is the best?

    Worth of the book can never be defined good or bad by its cover and page.
    Instead to define so!! It should be read, given time, your mind, your brain, your heart, concentration for each line, understanding the need of expression used

    Utilizing it to your life to reach the goal proves the book good or bad!!!
    -HAIKU
    ©backstorypoetry

  • hotaru_ 1d

    As class finally came to an end, I had to rush home. This was no ordinary day where I could avoid being at home. No, it was my cousin's high-school farewell. As much as it pained me to go, I wanted to create a bond with my cousins. Pretty farfetched considering they don't like me. Personality wise, we all clashed. Everyone viewed me as the little girl who does nothing wrong, the girl who lived on her high horse, and the girl who was so spoilt that she just couldn't relate to anyone. In actual fact, I had done everything wrong. I made mistakes that broke me. I was the one who needed friends not judgement. I was the one who was wasn't spoiled because her family struggled financially. I guess I could understand where they were coming from though because I never saw them nor did I show I was hurting. I wanted a fresh start but nobody was willing to start with me.

    Throwing on my old high school club shirt, I refused to put in any effort. I expected this visit to be as short as possible. Looking in the mirror, I asked myself "Ready to turn invisible?" My Mom walked in, excitement filled the atmosphere. Possibly because she was going to see her family. That rarely happens these days and when it does, war breaks out in our household. Seeing her family became a mission with increasing difficulty and watching all her sisters grow together became even harder because my mom couldn't experience that growth with them. My Dad held a personal grudge against her family and nobody could understand why. We were fully aware that whenever went to the family, we'd return to arguments. It was a never ending battle, leaving scars that wouldn't heal. Fake smiling with everyone because time was precious, I pretended for my Mom's sake. I accepted being ignored if it meant she could be happy for a few hours.

    Once we reached my aunt's house, I took a look inside. Turquoise and white beautifully covered the house, the sisters really amaze everyone when it comes to working together for a family cause. My eyes fell on my cousin. She was older than I was but she always welcomed me in when all my other female cousins my age refused to acknowledge me. Walking towards her, I smiled.

    "Hi Shannon." She turned and smiled my way.

    "Hey Melissa." Before we could continue speaking, we were asked to help set the table. Being me, I didn't know where to put anything. Taking the drinks, I tried placing it on the table, only to feel it wobble from the weight. Decorating was seriously not my forte. Placing it on the table I walked to the door. Before I knew it, I was face to face with a female cousin who was only a year older than me, Lilith. Surprisingly enough she acknowledged me. I never understood what I had done to her but for years, she and my younger cousin made me out to be the outsider. Maybe it was because we had different interests or maybe I just wasn't cool enough. Either way, they never gave me room in their little circle, always leaving me out in the cold. Noticing she came with her new boyfriend, he didn't greet me at all. Actually, he refused to look my way. Sighing, I wondered what was said about me this time around.

    I thought it best to brush it off and I went back to Shannon. I saw her smile fade and I could see the visible look of disapproval dancing on her face as Lilith sat with her new boyfriend. But who could blame her, she had a personal family issue with Lilith who didn't seem to care about her opinion in the slightest. I ignored it and our attention was quickly drawn to Shannon's brother, Vincent. Vincent has been away from home for about a few months now, he's been focusing on his goals at the Police Training Camp and his dedication to his goal was evident in his appearance. Shannon enveloped Vincent in a hug, asking why he never told her that he was coming. You could hear the excitement in her voice to be reunited with her brother. It was a sweet sibling reunion as I watched them smile through their eyes. Soon, I hugged Vincent, welcoming him back, even if it was just for short while.

    I watched the siblings enjoy each other's light hearted company as they caught up on each other's lives. Laughing with them, I felt a part of something instead of being all alone. Shannon eventually started questioning me about Spots, curious as to how things were going. Spots and I had met on a very strange note, technically we didn't speak with words but always with a casual wave. As I was about to leave Vincent's house, Spots pulled up and chatted away with Vincent, while I waited inside for my mother. As I walked out, we politely waved until Vincent's mother shouted that he was staring at me. My mom rushed to the car and told me to get in while he awkwardly fell back in his seat.

    "He's been asking for your number, the poor guy." Said an amused Shannon.

    "Yeah, we've been chatting and it's been good." I replied honestly, accepting that I appreciated his friendship.

    "By the way, about the lift with Zack. What's the arrangements? Because I'm well aware how strict your father can be." Switching the topic to something I was trying to avoid, I inwardly sighed. A part of me did not want to travel with this lift club. Not that I had a problem with Zack, but it would be awkward trying to make conversation with someone who was basically a stranger. Also considering the fact that I'm really awkward at first, I could just mess up without having to use words. Another problem was that he dated Lilith, the cousin who treated me like dirt. That makes things extremely awkward for me. I appreciated the idea but was I really up for something so new and awkward.

    "I don't know, I haven't asked my parents yet actually, but it would be cool." I replied in the nicest way I could think of. I didn't want to come off as rude, they were trying to help me and I realized that, but there were too many 'buts' that I couldn't bring myself to ask.

    "I mean, it's basically family so it's not with a complete stranger." Sadly, he was a stranger to me. We've met in the past, but I was too young to remember most of it and he was focused on Lilith that I never really formed a friendship with him. I knew absolutely nothing about him.

    "I guess, I'll ask my parents and let you know." I replied, wondering if I'll even ask or if I'll just mention it as an idea that could be brushed off.
    Suddenly there was a commotion, I assumed that my cousin had arrived. Taking a peek, my eyes fell on her as she came in. As elegant as ever, she resembled an actual princess. Suddenly, I noticed a girl from my previous school and I smiled. We had a rough past of not liking each other but we outgrew it. Waving at her, my mind wondered to my ex best friend, Katy. They're still pretty close, but Katy and I aren't. Growing up with her, it hurt to know that we don't speak anymore but what was meant to be always found its way back. Noticing that she was not alone, I saw Amy's brother, also known as the boyfriend.

    Quickly greeting, I saw my cousin slip out. This was my chance to make things right, or try to. I never really saw her, maybe I could show her I wasn't the person everyone made me out to be. Try to show her that deep down, I was the same. Being more responsible didn't mean I could never relate to anyone, I would always try if it meant creating a bond. Seeing her quickly run out the gate, I called out to her. "You look really pretty Minnie!" She didn't even look at me. Her attention was so focused on everyone else that I just got a side glance and a mumbled thank you. Maybe I'm not cut out for this.

    Looking at my phone, I tiredly read my messages. As expected, I received messages from John. I couldn't bring myself to reply, a sense of commitment that I wasn't willing to provide anymore. Instead of doing the proper thing, I typed 'off' on my status. Staring at his chat, I shrugged and went off. Everything about him clung onto me, squeezing away at the life I wanted to live.

    Returning to Shannon, I overheard them say they're about to leave. They suggested that they could drop me at home but I really wanted to see Shannon's new flat with Vincent and James, my other cousin. Surprisingly, my mom allowed me to drive with them. Shyly letting out the fact that I want to see the new house, they eventually agreed.

    We eventually arrived at a pink building after a few stops along the way. The area seemed peaceful actually. Walking inside, I saw the flight of stairs and I sighed. The effort felt too real. Dragging myself up the stairs, I was happy to see that their flat was on the second floor. Not realizing that once their front door opened, my whole world would change.

    #books #chapter2 #pain #defeat #love #romance #growth #gifted #writing

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    Chapter 2

    ©hotaru_

  • sleepless_in_sin 1d

    Kissed by a fallen angel
    Embedded in my skin her touch
    Branded into my soul
    Tainting my very essence
    I hear her call
    As I lay restless
    Craving, demon eyes with lips so soft
    ©sleepless_in_sin

  • hotaru_ 1d

    I couldn't breathe, life itself felt as though it became heavier. Friendships became harder to maintain and my smile faded away with each passing day. I was alone, I was broken, and I was desperate. My entire life became the opposite of what I was aiming for. I faced the world with screaming eyes and a broken heart and yet I wore a mask that showed happiness and joy. My days usually went the same: attend class, sleep in and talk to people who didn't really matter to me. I aimed for popularity, I aimed for acknowledgment. I aimed for a new beginning.
    ***
    Chapter 1

    Lifeless skies filled my vision. I watched as the break of dawn filled it with life, removing the emptiness it once felt. Understanding that everything in life had a purpose but most importantly, supported each other. I was young, yet my heart craved for warmth and sincerity. I knew how fragile I was, and yet I hid it away from everyone else. Running from person to person hoping to find what I was looking for, only to be disappointed in the end. I knew I was a terrible person for doing this; creating a home filled with empty promises, only to tear it down with the truth. Friends never stayed; knowing I had done wrong to those who didn't deserve it but also giving my loyalty to those who didn't appreciate it. I felt trapped in loneliness, as though the walls were slowly closing in on me. Hiding it from my own blood, my smile seemed sincere yet nobody looked into my eyes. It was like living in a prison cell, waiting for someone to free me but also wondering if the keys were lost.

    Sighing, I looked at the serious man next to me. Showing no interest in making conversation, I should be used to this. One would think we had no bond, no ties, and yet I could never walk away from my own blood. Closing my eyes, the road felt long. Every day my Dad took me to class, it was quite the distance. I had no other transport option because he refused to accept the fact that I'm finally growing up. I was no longer in high school, that little girl had to grow up and yet everyone kept pulling me down. Deep in thought, I didn't realize we had arrived at campus.

    "What time?" said a deep and uninterested voice.

    "I really don't know, I'll call you." Lies. I knew my schedule off by heart, but all I needed was an escape from reality. A reality where I could be someone totally different, someone happy. "Bye" I said, matching his tone of voice. Once he acknowledged my greeting, I closed the door. I felt the wind dance on my skin as I entered the campus door. I wore my mask with pride, I gave a deep smile to each person that walked by. Eventually I saw the closest person to me, someone who I was certain could be real, Amy. Running towards her, I squished her in a hug. She giggled. She was a bright character that never stopped smiling, she was someone who I wanted to imitate.

    "So how's Spots?" She asked interest evident in her eyes. I laughed, and shook my head. Amy and I usually came up with nicknames for guys we "liked". However, I wasn't sure if I actually liked this guy. To be honest, I wasn't sure if I liked anyone, but I forced myself to believe otherwise. I was so obsessed with trying to find where I belonged that I searched for a place in others who sparked my interest. Failing with every try, I ended up speaking to Spots. However, I was stuck in something that I no longer wanted. As much as I tried to break free, I couldn't bring myself to break John's heart. Terrible of me, I know. He grew attached while I grew distant, a relationship without the actual title. I was trapped. I didn't want to break his heart, but I knew I had to in order for mine to move on.

    "I actually saw him at the event, it wasn't planned. I mean, I didn't feel like going but he was actually really cute. We threw small sticks at each other, it was so weird." Smiling, I appreciated his friendship. When my Dad ran off for about a week with no trace whatsoever he remained positive, not knowing the full story. However, the positivity spoke volumes while my knowledge gave in.

    "Oh wow Melissa, you seem really happy." As soon as the conversation started, it came to an end. Everyone began moving to class, fearing they'd be late while others had no care in the world. Slowly making my way towards class, I happily greeted the few classmates that allowed me to laugh and have fun with them.

    "Suuup" said a very energetic Josh. I smiled warmly before greeting back. He was a weird character, but in a good way. He never seemed to be in a bad mood and always had this positivity about him that pulled me towards him.

    "Wazzzzup... I'm just feeling tired." I replied and Josh looked at me surprisingly.

    "You just got here." I raised my eyebrow at his response.

    "So? It's me you're talking to here. You know how I am." Not even phased, he just shook his head before putting in his earphones. As I made my way towards my seat, our teacher came rushing past me. It was only then that I realized, this was going to be an extremely long day.



    #writing #chapter1 #books #pain #growth #love #defeat #gifted #happiness #romance

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    Chapter 1

    ©hotaru_

  • an_overthinker 1d

    In the game of love ,
    Love loses it's true essence itself ,
    In this era of selfies and frames ,
    It's hard to find book in shelves ,
    Doesn't matter if you still hold her or let her go ,
    It will hurt the same ,
    In this era of "gf" and "bf" ,
    Love remains just a mere name..

    ©an_overthinker

  • liz141182 2d

    Before I met you, the days were calm and the nights uneasy, but now ... you are important to me.

  • ankahejajbat 2d

    #kitaabe#

    इंसान है कि कायम नहीं रह पाता,एक किरदार पर।
    किताबें है कि कई किरदार समेटे है,ख़ुद में।

    ©ankahejajbat

  • akshay_vasu 2d

    No books could ever have as many stories as those eyes had, which were searching for something it didn't understand.


    - Akshay Vasu

  • divi_inked_blood 3d

    Learn to live the burn

    You were born up a sin
    They criticized her
    Not born to fly high
    They taught her
    Don't try to build you wings
    They will be chopped
    Don't try to stand
    We will make you fall

    You were born a sin
    They criticized her
    Not born to fly high
    They taught her
    Don't try to argue
    CozZ you are a Dumb
    Don't try to act smart
    Just do the household work
    Don't feel the breeze
    Stay in with suffocation
    Don't touch the books
    Play with the toy cooks
    Still she learned how to live
    Take her dignity back
    And how to stand still

    She loved her burns
    And made her destiny turns
    She was born a miracle
    That no one can beat

    ©divi_inked_blood

  • insideout_poetry 3d

    ©insideout_poetry

  • himanshu26 3d

    The biggest strength of an artist
    is his work.
    Never try to steal it.
    You may not know..
    but at times..
    it's the only way possible to
    heal the wounds which are still afresh.
    And while you'll be applauded
    For calling their work as yours
    He'll still be holding it close to his heart.
    ~HJ☆

  • harleen_kaur_ 3d

    Dear keshav,
    You are the guy who truely loved.
    You truly did your job
    Despite whatever happened with you.
    You are truely an epitome of love.
    Everything under the sun reminded you of her.
    You tried to forget her but couldn't
    You tried to erase all the reminiscent memories of her from your mind
    But you couldn't
    Its fine...
    The only thing that came between you both was religion
    And when her father asked you to convert
    You refused to leave your god
    I consider it a very good step of yours
    But its sad you two couldn't make it till the end...
    When you got her texts you forgot what time it was or how it would bother you
    You just went
    Nd when you found her dead, I literally couldn't stop thinking of what might be going in your brain..
    You didn't care what people thought about you and took the oath of finding her murderer... Hats off to your courage bro!
    You still had the courage to find her murderer!!
    Because in her last moments she only remembered you...
    When you two were about to be one she was gone, gone forever....
    You even went to kashmir ,risking your life at the hands of terrorists, to know her
    murderer...
    You didn't take a break because of the love you had for her
    But, the truth was that she didn't care...
    The saddest part was when her current boyfriend turned out to be the convict...
    And when it was discovered that those last texts...they were not from her.. The murderer did those...she didn't remember you at the end...this broke me apart...
    But you were always true in your love.
    And that's why you are the real hero...
    When you went to her grave and said
    " I unlove you "
    It hit me hard...
    Really hard
    But I was also happy as you underwent a metamorphosis and learnt not to love too much...
    You are love personified, Keshav...
    Take care and have a good life ahead






    #thegirlinroom105 #chetanbhagat #writersnetwork #love #books #mirakee #bookworm #indianwriters

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    A letter to Keshav@
    The Girl In Room 105 By Chetan Bhagat


    ©harleen_kaur_

  • _unspoken_lines_ 4d

    Love doesn't hurts, it heals.
    ©_unspoken_lines_

  • wordsfrommouth 5d

    The scientist, astronomer, and author, Carl Sagan, on the magic of books:

    #carlsagan #cosmos #books #quotes #magical

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    The Magic of Books

    "What an astonishing thing a book is. It's a flat object made from a tree with flexible parts on which are imprinted lots of funny dark squiggles. But one glance at it and you're inside the mind of another person, maybe somebody dead for thousands of years. Across the millennia, an author is speaking clearly and silently inside your head, directly to you. Writing is perhaps the greatest of human inventions, binding together people who never knew each other, citizens of distant epochs. Books break the shackles of time. A book is proof that humans are capable of working magic."
    ©wordsfrommouth

  • beyond_imagination123 5d

    Duniya ko Panno me Taulti h,
    Yeh Kitaabe bahut kuch bolti h...
    ©beyond_imagination123

  • itzsmallwriter 5d

    Books lover

    Listen my dear ❤️
    कभी किताबो से भी दिल लगाओं
    जैसे मैं दिल तुम से लगाता हूं.
    माना दुनिया भी बहुत कुछ सीखाती है हमें
    पर किताबें उन सब चीजों को पहले से जानने
    का रास्ता भी तों बतातीं है ।
    (YOYO)
    ©itzsmallwriter

  • abm_scribbles 1w

    Bond

    What we had wasn't devine, still
    We felt that sync of our souls..
    Even when the rage was on,
    The love was never gone..
    We both failed at times,
    But we never failed to reunite..
    Our hugs were more like a drug,
    The cure for all our silly fights..
    Even when we sweat along,
    We could feel it in our touch..
    The bond we had beyond moans,
    Was solid like stones..
    Our hugs, kisses, sweet sweats,
    Still cherished with eyes wet..

  • sarahrachelea 1w

    I have too many favorite books
    Too many favorite food and beverage
    Too many favorite music and songs
    And too many favorite movies

    But my only favorite human is you
    And my favorite fairytale is our love story

    ©sarahrachelea

  • sakshichouhan 1w

    किसी ने ज़िंदगी का पता पूछा
    हमने चौराहे से दाएं कह दिया




    ©sakshichouhan