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  • pacific 2w

    *TRIGGER WARNING*

    And there you were, lying in front of me... not so alive, broken ribs puncturing your lungs, ruptured organs, squished brain in your fractured cranium, limbs barely attached to your body, blood flowing into the crevices of the tiles... You were a mess.
    I just stood there, watching you from a distance. I couldn't move. Everyone gathered around you but I couldn't. The worst part is, I wasn't even sad... I was just empty, couldn't even shed a tear. I knew things were over when I saw you in your balcony with that smile... That fake smile you used to give everyone when they asked how you were. But you had never given that smile to me, until today.

    You were never scared of heights. You used to climb trees way faster than me... you were a monkey, I'm sure about that. You weren't scared this time either, or were you?

    Your scream on the way down, that bloodcurdling scream... I'll never forget that. I still get goosebumps every time I think about it. Were you scared... Did you change your mind after you jumped off... Were you wishing that you had a parachute? It wouldn't have help, you would still hit the ground with a thud and splatter yourself everywhere. But you know what would have helped, me running to you and catching you, maybe not, but atleast I should have tried... I didn't and I regret that.

    But you know what really would have helped... Talking. I know things were not going good but my stupid brain never realized that it was this serious. Maybe you even gave me hints but I was unable to catch them. I was your best friend and yet I couldn't understand what was going on. I failed... Not only as your neighbour, a classmate, a friend but also as something you used to call me... A brother and no amount of apologies will make up for it. I'm sorry, I wish I could have done something, I wish I wasn't this dumb. Maybe and just maybe, I could have talked you out of this. And this regret, this guilt is something I'll carry until my last breath.

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    And here I am, at the edge of this little cliff. The waves crashing loudly on the shore, I can hear it calling me. It's cold n breezy, you would have loved it... You always loved cold weather. How are things up there in heaven, or is it hell... Definitely hell, you were an asshole after all. I bet it's not cold there. You must feel lonely right, don't worry, I'm here to join you.

    You know how things are... I'm straight up not having a good time. I don't even know where to start, my life's a mess and me... Well, I'm nothing but a burden and a failure. But I guess you know all this already.
    Will people even care if I disappeared tonight? Or will they just forget me in a couple of months as they forgot you? I guess few of them will miss me, few of them will cry too... My parents will atleast.

    I don't think you remember this because you were as good as that battery stuck in the back of my drawer leaking its juices... Dead af, but I saw the condition your mom was in. She came down a couple of minutes after your failed superhero landing. That horrified look on her face... She came near you, sat down and started shaking you. She caressed your cheeks, ran her fingers through your bloody hair... Hoping that you'll open your eyes. She took you in her arms and cried.. screamed and cursed every God out there for stealing you from her. I'm glad you were dead because you were still here, and had somehow survived that fall, I swear to that non-existent fckall God of every possible religion... I would have smashed your stupid skull on the same concrete tiles where you once landed.

    It's been almost 12 years now and I still remember that scene of as if I had happened yesterday. And I don't think I can do this to my parents... To my mom. If I did then I'll never be able to forgive myself. I guess we won't be meeting tonight afterall, you might have to wait a little longer. Plus the water looks really chilly and this cliff isn't high enough. I don't wanna land into the ocean, still alive with broken bones... Floating in that icy cold water... Sounds scary. Anyway, I'm craving a scoop of icecream now, butterscotch preferably. Until next time then...
    Take care A.
    - Your stupid old friend, P.


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  • pacific 3w

    *TRIGGER WARNING*

    And there I was in the middle of the night, lying on my bed, eyes wide open with a blue light filter on my phone, switching between the same 3 apps, scrolling aimlessly.

    That's when I heard a knock, nothing unusual. It used to happen every other day. So, I turned around to check and as expected, there he was... standing in the mirror. He was looking pale, had lifeless eyes, messy hair and a face so familiar that I would recognize him even in my dreams.

    It was me, or as they say, a reflection of me.
    This wasn't anything out of the ordinary, I was used to this. He used to come now and then just to stand in the mirror and stare at me with his dead, black eyes. But this time it was different, this time, I could feel him calling me.

    So, obviously, I went near my mirror to check on him.
    I asked him, "You okay?"

    "Do I look okay?" He replied.

    "You certainly don't. What's wrong... Talk to me." I said.

    "This, this is what I'm tired of." He said.
    "Of what?" I asked.

    "Of this stupid fake smile of yours." He said.

    "What ?!" I asked with visible confusion.

    "I'm tired of you pretending to be happy, of that forceful smile you put on your face. I'm tired of you trying to make people around you happy at the cost of your own." He replied. The mirror cracked.

    "I... I don't do that." I replied.

    "Yes you do, you keep getting hurt again and again and yet you do everything in your power just put a smile on other's face. And that hurts me." He said.

    "Someone has to do it, right? I can't just leave them like that. You know how it feels to be all alone... You know how it feels to have no one by your side, don't you? I can't let them go the same now, can I?" I questioned. The mirror was starting to fall apart.

    "Yes, I know but every time you are out there burning yourself for someone else's happiness, someone who won't even look at you when you need them, it hurts me. I scream and punch the walls with these bloody fists hoping that you would notice but you don't. I weep and cry all night, tucked in my blanket while you stay up thinking of ways to cheer someone up. You have to stop." He said as the pieces of broken mirror fell on the floor.

    "I can't. I'm doing this for us can't you see? If I keep doing this, then one day, when we need someone, atleast one of them will show up, will be there for us." I said.

    "We have been over this. Remember the last time, did anyone show up... Was anyone there? It'll be the same next time too. So stop worrying about others and start taking care of yourself." He replied.

    "I can't. I'm sorry but I can't stop now." I replied to him through the broken mirror.

    "Then I can't let you continue."

    As he said that, he reached out for me through the broken mirror as if it never existed, at a speed unexpected from his weak, skinny body. His slender pale fingers wrapped around my throat. I couldn't move, couldn't breathe. He slowly lifted a sharp broken piece of mirror with his other hand and shoved it right between my ribs, piercing my heart. Shocked from this action of his and the adrenaline in my blood, I pushed him with all my might and he fell back, hitting his head on bed's metal frame. There he was, lying down... Unconscious.

    I started feeling the pain, I was down on my knees with blood gushing out of my body. I pulled the piece of mirror, still stuck in me... Something I shouldn't have done. I felt drowsy, my brain wasn't getting enough oxygen and I blacked out in the pool of blood.
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    I could hear the birds chirping, stupid birds always ruining my sleep. I woke up with a shock, a horror, a trauma of the nightmare I just had. I was relieved to realize that it was nothing but a nightmare, my stupid overthinking brain running wild. I felt the warm sunlight hitting my body. It felt good, I was happy. I sat up, stretched and yawned, and as I turned I felt a chill down my spine.

    And there I was, sitting on my bed in horror, with a familiar face, messy hair, lifeless eyes and pale skin. And there he was, lying down in a pool of his own blood, inside the broken mirror.

    ©pacific

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    The Broken Mirror
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  • pacific 7w

    Last day of the year,
    I was lying on my bed,
    My phone went ting,
    Notification light turned red.

    Hey, how are you ?
    Let's party... It'll be fun !!
    Your crush is coming, you should too,
    Who knows how the things will turn.

    I wore my new shirt
    With a smile on my face.
    Just thinking about her
    Was enough to make my heart race.

    As I walked towards my group,
    Already laughing and ready for the night,
    Standing in her little black dress,
    God, she was an absolute delight.

    We went to the beach
    To feel the cold breeze,
    Her eyes, looking at me
    They were such a tease.

    Talking to her was difficult,
    It made my heart pound.
    Thinking some alcohol would help,
    I gulped a glass down.

    I was drunk,
    I think she was too.
    We danced our hearts out
    Till we had sand in our shoe.

    We sat on the ground,
    Tired and exhausted.
    She kept her head on my shoulders,
    This moment, it's all I ever wanted.

    We talked then laughed,
    And then talked some more.
    Didn't care about the world,
    Just me and her on that sandy shore.

    Soon we opened up
    And talked about our deepest darkest secrets,
    About our irrational fears,
    Insecurities and weakness.

    Chilly wind blew by,
    She pulled me closer.
    I wrapped my hands around her,
    And I fell for her all over.

    There was something about her,
    We just clicked.
    As I looked into her eyes,
    My nose she flicked.

    She was the one,
    I felt it in my bones.
    As we sang out loud our favourite songs,
    Sharing our body heat and the earphones.

    As the countdown began,
    We stood up with our arms locked.
    As we reached zero,
    My heart, it just stopped.

    It wasn't the sky
    And the firework streaks,
    It was something warm
    Planted on my cheeks.

    Was that a kiss, should I kiss her back ?
    I thought as I looked into her eyes,
    She rolled her eyes, shook her head,
    Pulled me closer and gave me a surprise.

    As our lips slowly separated ,
    Craving for more,
    I kissed her forehead,
    And to make her my wife I swore.

    As the fireworks stopped
    And the noise faded,
    We stood there with our eyes closed
    And in love, intoxicated.

    It was going well
    Till I heard a loud sound,
    So loud in fact,
    That it shook the ground.

    First day of the year,
    I was lying on my bed,
    My alarm went ting,
    7:00 AM, it displayed in red.

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    A Dreamy Night

    We sat on the ground,
    Tired and exhausted.
    She kept her head on my shoulders,
    This moment, it's all I ever wanted.
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  • pacific 9w

    It was 1 at night,
    You called me and said, "Hey!"
    I heard your voice and knew
    The clouds over you were grey.

    It had been a while
    Since the last time we talked.
    It didn't feel so good
    Across my mind when you walked.

    I asked you if you were okay
    And you said you were fine
    But we were close enough once
    For me to know you were lying.

    You steered the conversation left and right,
    Trying to keep the voice inside you at bay
    But your tell-tales were so obvious to me
    I already knew what you were going to say.

    "Do you hate me?" you asked,
    With sadness in your voice.
    Saying anything at this point,
    Would be straight up unwise.

    I didn't know what to say,
    I let out a sigh.
    But you needed an answer
    And I knew I couldn't lie.

    How can I hate you,
    I loved you remember,
    All those beautiful moments
    We had in September.

    I used to smile like a fool,
    Everytime you walked by.
    And those warm hugs you gave me
    My heart used to liquefy.

    What I hate is losing you,
    The you who was my friend,
    Who promised to stay by my side
    Until the very end.

    And I know you meant what you said
    But maybe only in that moment,
    When the time came you just walked away
    Handing me a poison, so potent

    You left right when I needed you,
    Kicked me down when I was at my lowest,
    So I don't know if I hate you,
    All I know is you are not my closest.

    I was a lone wolf, things were just fine,
    You said, "You can count on me, it'll be alright"
    Now I'm glad for everything that happened,
    Because you just proved that I was right

    Then you said you missed me,
    I wish I could say it too.
    You see it is a bit complicated,
    A part of me missed a part of you.

    The version of you I have in my head,
    That's the girl I miss.
    Our night out on that rainy day,
    And of course, the first kiss.

    The stupid conversations we used to have,
    Staying up and talking all night.
    Always late to the college,
    But who cares, travelling together was a delight.

    "You never text me!" you screamed,
    Honestly that sounded so cute.
    It reminded me of our silly fights,
    And me booping your little snoot

    I do wanna text you,
    I really wish I could.
    Our texts were the best,
    But don't know if I should.

    Unlike you, it was hard for me,
    To get you out of my mind.
    Now I don't wanna fall for you again,
    I don't wanna get blind.

    Then you asked, "Does it hurt,
    Everytime I call you or text?"
    Yes... Kind of... Maybe... I don't know,
    Don't ask such questions you know I get perplexed.

    Maybe one day it won't hurt,
    Maybe one day we will be fine,
    That day we'll sit and talk,
    Over a double cheese pizza and some wine.

    I used to care for you, you know,
    And I know you used to too.
    But we slaughtered our beautiful bond,
    We went from being one to two.

    So I don't know if I hate you,
    I don't love you that's for sure
    But I do care about you a lot,
    Nothing can change that, it's so pure

    And here's something you should remember,
    I promised you to be always there for you.
    Now maybe I'm a just fcking retard,
    But I aim to see that promise through.

    Because I know how it feels to have no one,
    And I don't want you to go through the same.
    I'll be here whenever you need me,
    Afterall doing good is in my nickname.

    ©pacific


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    Do you hate me?

    It was 1 at night
    You called me and said, "Hey!"
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  • pacific 9w

    This is be *Part III* of something, I'm not sure what to call it yet. Check out the first part before reading this. You can do so using #hallucinations
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    Listening to my rambling the Seagull got lost in its thoughts. After thinking for a while it said, “You touched my heart, you really did. But I can't just let you go... You look so delicious. Okay, I'll make you an offer.” It looked at the ocean and then back at me and said, “I'll count down from ten and if you reach the ocean before the time runs out... I'll let you go.”

    “Okay, I'll try”

    It lifted its leg off my shell. I was free.
    10, it started counting.

    As soon as I heard him, I lifted myself with my three tiny flippers and I knew this is the only chance I'll get.

    9...

    My blood was full of adrenaline at this point, my heart beating faster than ever. I started walking, tumbling, falling... Moving towards the ocean.

    8...

    But as I was running, I wondered, what's the point. There's nothing I'll be able to do. What will I do once I get there? Where will I go, I have no one you turn up to.

    7...

    Maybe I should have just stayed there and been Mr Seagull's snack. At least I would have filled its stomach.

    6...

    Why did it let me go? I don't think I deserve this. But it gave me a chance, I can't let it go to waste now.

    5...

    Yes, I can't let this opportunity slide by. I will do everything I can to make it to the ocean. There's so much I want to do. I was crazy to think that there's nothing left to live for.

    4...

    The sandy ocean floor, the colourful corals...

    3...

    So many weird species to befriend, the haunted trenches...

    2...

    Shrimps... Aah the shrimps, I want them so bad...

    1...

    I'm almost there, come on...

    Time's up...

    It was over... It was all over. I couldn't make it. All this for nothing, I really am good for nothing. I stood there hating myself... Ready to get devoured. “Maybe I really do deserve to die,” I said as I looked back towards the Seagull.

    The beach was empty. I looked up towards the dark clouds... Nothing. It had disappeared. I was in shock, my tiny eyes were wide open. The rain had stopped now. The clouds started to dissipate allowing the starry sky to come forward. The ocean calmed down.

    Was the Seagull even there?
    Was all of it even real?
    Was it all just a figment of my imagination?
    Was it all in my head the entire time?
    Were my thoughts holding me back?
    Were my thoughts my captor?

    I was confused yet relieved. I didn't know if it really happened or was it just a hallucination... But I learnt something important that day... Something that will stick with me forever.

    I went ahead and caught a wave which took me back into the ocean. Now I was free to eat as many shrimps as I could... Only to realize that I hated its taste.


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  • pacific 9w

    This is be *Part II* of something, I'm not sure what to call it yet. Check out the first part before reading this. You can do so using #hallucinations
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    As I turned around to check what had happened, the cloud lit up. A lightning appeared right behind the thing which had held me back. It was so bright that all I could see was its silhouette. But that was enough for me to realize that it was my Nemesis, the Grim Reaper, the Death himself... The Seagull. It had its left leg firmly embedded in the wet sand while holding me with its right leg. There was a stark contrast between its white fur and its black beady eyes sitting on either side of its pointy yellow beak. Its eyes were locked on my tiny head. The sight was so terrifying that I sucked myself back into my shell and curled up in horror.

    The clouds roared. As the sound settled down, it said, “Hey little buddy, where are you heading?”

    “Home,” I said in a quivering voice.

    “And where is that?” It asked boldly.

    “The ocean up there,” I said still hiding in the shell.

    It looked up towards the ocean then back at me and said, “That's quite a distance. And the way you are moving, it'll take you ages.”

    “I know Mr Seagull, but I think I'll manage,” I said trying to sound brave.

    “Come on my little biscuit, don't be so formal. We are friends, aren't we?” It said.

    “I guess,” I said.

    “Of course, we are,” it said. “Let me help you then. I'll pick you up with my beaks and drop off gently into the ocean. Are you ready?”

    “I appreciate your help, I really do. But I can do it on my own.” I said even though I didn't believe that.

    I started shaking myself. The shell was wet due to rain and I easily slipped from my captor's grip. I started making my way to the ocean as fast as I could. I heard flapping oh what sounded like a giant pair of wings and within seconds I was lying flat on the beach.

    “Aren't you naughty?” said the Seagull. “You really think you can reach the ocean on your own. Come on now, don't make me laugh.”

    I went back into my shell quickly and said, “I won't know until I try.”

    “I know you can't. I mean, look at yourself. You are so tiny, skinny and so weak. And those little things, you call them flippers? Huh, please! And where's your fourth one... You only have three of them.” It said.

    “Hey, it's not my fault that I'm like this,” I said defending myself.

    “Yes... Yes, it is. You are pathetic. You parents... They left you here on this stranded beach. You friends, they left you too. They all knew how worthless you are and left you. You are alone in this big dark world... You have no one to support you, to cheer you, to fall back on. You really think you can survive.”

    “I don't know if I can survive Mr Seagull... I don't know.” I said with tears in my eyes. “Yes, I know I'm worthless, I know I don't have anyone, I know everyone left me and will continue to leave me. I know I'm just a burden on everyone... I know!”

    “Exactly, you are just a burden which others have to carry. And that's why they abandon you. There's nothing left for you in this world. I don't know why you even bothered to come out of your egg.”

    “You are right. I never should have left my egg. But now I have and I don't know what to do. Maybe I should just kill myself. Yeah, that's right. That way I won't be a burden... I won't be pathetic.”

    “That's right. You know what if you are going to kill yourself, why not be of some use. I could really use a tasty treat right now. I mean there's nothing left for you to live for.”

    “I guess you are right,” I said as I was preparing myself to get eaten. I didn't know what to say. It was true, all of it. I was alone... I was pathetic. There was nothing left for me in this world.

    “You know Mr Seagull, there were so many things I wanted to do. I had planned so many things while I was in my egg,” I said.

    “Really?” It asked curiously. “What were your plans?”

    “I wanted to learn many things. While I was in my egg, I heard others talk about how beautiful the ocean is. I wanted to see it. Did you know there are deep trenches all over the ocean floor? They say it's haunted. I wanted to visit them too. I wanted to taste shrimps. They say it's delicious.”

    Listening to my talk the Seagull got lost in its thoughts. After thinking for a while it said, “You touched my heart, you really did. But I can't just let you go... You look so delicious. Okay, I'll make you an offer.” It looked at the ocean and then back at me and said, “I'll count down from ten and if you reach the ocean before the time runs out... I'll let you go.”

    “Okay, I'll try”

    It lifted its leg off my shell. I was free.
    10, it started counting.

    9...

    8...


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  • pacific 10w

    This will be *Part I* of something, I'm not sure what to call it yet. Recently I was high... On meds not drugs... same thing technically and I was hallucinating... dreaming... I don't know. I hope you like it.
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    It was dark. I could hear the ocean buzzing with its enormous strength. The waves, crawling gently but steadily towards the shore and then crashing down with all its might. It was raining. The ice-cold water droplets from heaven, sent vibrations throughout my whole body as they splashed onto my exterior body shell. I could feel, on my soft underbelly, the coarse grains of sand giving me belly scratches. It felt good. I could smell the raindrops, making tiny craters in the sand, quenching its thirst, releasing the hidden earthy fragrance, the petrichor... mixed with the salty air. It reminded me of home. The ocean, it was calling me... I wanted to fly around its deep calm ocean floors... Swim rapidly through the gaps between the corals, more colourful than the rainbow... Enter the large schools of fishes, disturbing their synchronized dance. I wanted to flap my flippers... feel the salty water rushing past my face. I wanted to go home.

    I wish life were that simple. Amongst the melodious soothing sounds of the waves on the sand and the chilly peaceful rain, there was something else. A sound so cacophonic, so scary, it sent a chill down my spine. It was a Seagull. I could hear it flapping its wing amidst the rain. It had its eyes locked on me just like a missile locked on its target. Its gaze, so sharp and penetrating that it pierced my outer shell and reached my inner soft squishy body. Its claws, ready to snatch me off the beach. Its beak, ready to break my hard exterior, just to get to the tasty meat inside. It was an absolute predator and I... was its prey.

    There was only one thing which I could have done to survive this imminent death. I had to reach the ocean before killer swooped in. I was scared. I gathered all my guts and took my head out of the shell to check up on the situation. I felt the raindrops tracing the curves of my face. The sky was dark, covered with grey clouds. But behind that grey canopy, there was a white sphere floating high up in the sky peeking through holes, little windows in those clouds… it was the moon. The ocean had a huge streak of light, a reflection of the moon which danced according to the waves underneath. It was serene.

    But something was disturbing this peaceful atmosphere. It was flying in circles right above me... Its eyes were fixated on me, gawking at me. It was prepared to dive in and fulfil its hunger. I, on the other hand, was not ready for that. I had dreams, ambitions, goals I wanted to achieve, things I wanted to see, places I wanted to visit and of course, fishes I wanted to eat. I had to survive... I had to escape this... I had to reach the ocean. But there was a great distance between me and the shoreline. I was tired. I had just broken the cage where I was trapped in for months... I had just come out of my egg. But there was no other option, I had to complete this daunting task… I had to go home.

    I took my flippers... which I only had three of, out of my protective shell and placed it firmly on the beach. The grains of sand were pricking my delicate flippers like tiny shards of glass. I was ready to run. But as I shifted my body weight, the ground underneath me slipped. I used my other flipper to balance myself, but it slipped again. It kept happening and in no time, I was moving. It was less of a run and more of a waddle, but I was definitely closing in the gap.

    So, with all my might, I pushed harder and started to move faster. I was halfway there and I heard a loud thud... I was flat on the ground. I flapped my flippers but I couldn't move. It was as if someone kept a heavy weight on my shell... As if something was holding me back. My heart was beating fast... Faster than a kid running from a stray dog, a horse running in a derby or an antelope running from a cheetah. I could feel the heart beats in my shell, reflecting back and forth from the sandy beach.

    As I turned around to check what had happened, the cloud lit up. A lightning appeared right behind the thing which had held me back. It was so bright that all I could see was its silhouette. But that was enough for me to realize that it was my Nemesis, the Grim Reaper, the Death himself... The Seagull. It had its left leg firmly embedded in the wet sand while holding me with its right leg. There was a stark contrast between its white fur and its black beady eyes sitting on either side of its pointy yellow beak. Its eyes were locked on my tiny head. The sight was so terrifying that I sucked myself back into my shell and curled up in horror.


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  • pacific 12w

    The sun is up,
    The birds rejoice,
    My phone, it rings,
    I hear your voice.

    Was feeling a bit low,
    Had a frown on my face,
    But when I heard your voice,
    My heart started to race.

    The melody in your voice,
    It just melts my heart.
    Sweetie, let me tell you,
    You are a work of art.

    When I hear your voice,
    God, it's so sweet.
    I smile like a fool,
    My heart skips a beat.

    The sound of your voice,
    It's like a sweet candy.
    Everytime I hear it,
    It's like getting drunk on Brandy.

    Your voice, it's the music,
    Which touches my soul.
    When it reaches my ear,
    I lose all control.

    Your voice, it's so beautiful,
    It seems unreal,
    If heard by people,
    Their wounds, it'll heal.

    I think I'm in love,
    What else can I say,
    Your voice my darling,
    I want to hear it everyday.

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    Your Voice

    The melody in your voice,
    It just melts my heart.
    Sweetie, let me tell you,
    You are a work of art.
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  • pacific 13w

    Not sure about this one... Might delete later. Writing it on a special demand !!


    She lived in a castle, tall and mighty,
    In the middle of nowhere, surrounded by poison ivy.
    Wasn't allowed to go out, she was held as a captive,
    She would roam around the garden and the castle so massive.
    She would look outside the window, all day and night,
    Waiting for her hero, her silver plated Knight.
    Many heroes came and many heroes went,
    The forest around the castle was a difficult ascent.
    And to make matters worse, as if that wasn't enough,
    There was a dragon making it tough.
    It would shower it's wrath and spit hot fire,
    On anyone, to enter the castle, would desire.
    One day came a Knight, with his sword and his shield,
    Back off and let him pass, to the dragon he appealed.
    But the dragon stood there as it has just one job,
    To protect the princess and every Knight to stop.
    The princess stood at the window and looked at them in awe,
    As the two fought, sword against the claw.
    The fight went on and it was getting tiring,
    As if that wasn't enough, the rain started pouring.
    Both fighters were damaged, with claw marks on steel and sword marks on flesh,
    After a long pause, few deep breaths, they started the fight afresh.
    Watching his will power and guts in his heart,
    The dragon realized he wasn't some ordinary Knight, but worlds apart.
    The dragon took a step back, revealing the way,
    As the bridge lowered, the rainy clouds drifted away.
    The Knight ran up the stairs, towards his love,
    While she waited by the window, in her white dress, as beautiful as a dove.
    She ran towards him and he took her in his arms,
    He promised her, he'll protect her from harms.
    The embrace was sweet, warm and long,
    She felt at peace as the birds sang their song.
    Then he kissed her like there's no tommorow,
    His touch, it made her forget all her sorrow.
    They walked towards the forest, all one could hear was their laughter,
    And then they lived happily ever after.

    ©pacific

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    Whole world is out there with all its beauty and secrets,
    All you have to do is open the gates and take the first step.
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