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The Nik Diaries episode 2
Suddenly Char Busla, the son of an influential business( in his words mind you ) got a call , so he got up to attend to it. He went a few yards away but Nik and Avan ( his other friend, a bloke actually ) could hear Chars soft cursing as he returned.
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shadownik
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Read MoreNik was chilling out with his friends from his university. They had just finished taking an exhausting class and were treating each other at a local cafe.
Suddenly Char Busla, the son of an influential business( in his words mind you ) got a call , so he got up to attend to it. He went a few yards away but Nik and Avan ( his other friend, a bloke actually ) could hear Chars soft cursing as he returned.
"What's the matter mate ?" Asked Avan as Nik wasn't one to bother. "Girl troubles bro.. she's asking me to spend more time with her"
"Ooooh.." exclaimed Avan.
" Why bother with such nonsense" added Nik.
"Cut it out guys, Avan' s an insensitive bloke so he's never gonna have a girl in his life and you Nik are such a sourpuss ...you sure you don't wanna try this love thing? "
" Ohh stop it Char, did I ever tell you that I hadn't experienced it in the past " chided Nik.
" what?? Damn it Nik I thought we were cut from the same cloth.. how could you betray me so? " cried Avan.
"Ah! Stop it you morons it was just a matter of a month.. I was attracted to her and I knew she was too, finally one fine afternoon she confessed and we spoke a few sweet words over the next few days.. one day I called her to the library where we shared our first kiss"
"What happened after that dude " asked Char.
"You ditched her right" added Avan which earned him a fierce glare from Char
"Hahahaah.. did you morons actually think that was true.. I should've looked at your damn faces"
Slowly Nik took out a book from his bag. On the book were the words "THEORIES ON THE NATURE OF THE UNIVERSE"
" open the chapter number 26 titled THE MANY WORLDS THEORY by Hugh Everett .. interestingly according to that theory the universe can have an unlimited number of alternate realities.. so you see if a number of people including me made a few different choices I would end up with a girlfriend .. so what I 've told you guys isn't entirely false ".
" Nik you devil .. I knew we were cut from the same cloth" whined Avan in joy.
"Damn it.. I should've known it. An incorrigible beast like you would never have experienced love.. but still, I advise you to experience it ".
" Oh stop it Char I already told you my clone in the other dimension already has one... And I don't need a crutch thank you.."
"You guys are demons I tell you .. fine just leave it at that" cursed Char.
©shadownik
Starting something new here, hope you'll like it
@writersnetwork @mirakee @odysseus @orotund @writersbay -
Waves of blue and white crashing onto the glowing shores
Drowning everything in their thunders and hisses
Let them sail you out of life's worries
As they suck you into the sea of oblivion
Even though you know it's a moment most transient
Cause what the sea takes in, it is sure to spit it out.
©shadownik -
"Someone once told me that diplomacy not only meant saying the right things at the right time, but also leaving unsaid the wrong things at the tempting moment".
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shadownik
3w
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An excerpt from a book I was reading
#lifetruths
@writersnetwork
@mirakee @mirakeeworld“The world doesn’t create furrows for the rivers,”.
“The water cuts its own path—through mountains, rock, and forests—not with sheer power, but perseverance" -
shadownik
4w
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Today a suicide victim breathed her last in our care.. I still don't understand why they would arrive at such a conclusion. Why do you think it's so hopeless...she wasn't even much older than me.
Don't you think as long There is life there is hope.
Please don't lose all hope in a moment of sadness. You may be alone but you won't be alone all your life right. Find people talk to them fight for your cause.
#suicideawareness
@writersnetwork @mirakee @odysseus @orotund @writersbay
#hope #valuelifeSailing in a sea of bitterness
Isn't it worthwhile for a single drop of happiness
A moment of weakness
In exchange for a lifetime of experience?
Look at the world, at the sea of human heads
Do you think they give so much as shreds
Don't you think that as long there is life there is hope
You may cope or you may elope
Though it's something everyone may deplore
Just don't go knockin' on heavens door
©shadownik -
These fleeting times, these greening meadows
Birds and bees adrift the warm cosy wind
Of children's rants,and of Juliet and Romeos
And days of drudging for the artistic kind
A rare moment of serenity, a conclusion forgone
Ohh.. What a great time for a good big yawn
©shadownik -
I know you feel hurt
And seeing you so makes me even more
I know you think me as heartless and curt
As I've put on the mask of the unheeding senor
But I know someone has to do it
And me, I've chosen to be the one to commit
©shadownik -
shadownik
5w
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Nik, the protagonist of our little tale to be was taking a session for a group of gradeschool kids ( social responsibilities and all) not that he felt like he should do it but it was more of a suggestion from the university where he slaved ( more like the dictator's order ).
There was a middle aged woman probably in her thirties who frankly speaking looked quite pretty for her age. Anyways, she was their homeroom teacher and had just handed over the class to Nik and had asked him to provide an overview of what life in the present times meant..
Now I know this is a rather heavy topic for a grade schooler.. but it's already the 22nd century... What do you expect.
He asked the children what they thought life was..
A cute girl with brown beady eyes and jetblack pigtails answered smiling..
"Miss Rachel said life's a mix of all colors "
Nik asked, "Anyone with a different view ? "
Everyone shook their heads.. It looked like they had a lot of faith in their teacher.
"Okay.. Now take out your crayons, colour pencils or anything of that kind and mix em on a paper"
The children hurried.. muttering and chatting while completing their task
"What did you get ?" Nik asked
They held out their sheets for him to look at. On the sheets were what you would undeniably call ugly splotches of grey and black with a few dots of bright colours visible here and there..
"That there kids.. is my.. your.. your teacher Rachel's and pretty much everyone's life "
The next day.. At his university Nik submitted a report saying he had taught the children an important lesson...
Shadownik
#sarcasm #lifetruths
@writersnetwork @odysseus @orotund @mirakee @writersbay
Starting something new..Pilot
Starting a series I guess, hope for your love and support
I'm gonna call it NikVenktures.. forgive me if it sounds lame
©shadownik -
Every piece of knowledge conceivable, inconceivable he yearned to imbibe
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shadownik
5w
2021
Sigh.. one year closer to death
A cup of water from the river Lethe
To forget our worries
Amidst this year's snowy flurries
©shadownik
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The sky laughs in the colour blue,
as storms cry themselves into oblivion,
as thunder shouts itself hoarse,
birds get their voices back,
and as lighting blinds itself, the
sun finds itself again.
©artemiswrites -
love_whispererr
5w
Read Moreकिसी मंज़र पर मैं रुका नहीं
कभी खुद से भी मैं मिला नहीं...
Thank you so much @writersnetwork ❤️
#tranceT̶ ̶R̶ ̶A̶ ̶N̶ ̶C̶ ̶E̶
I write my name on the petals of a sunflower
but when it droops, it rubs out my existence forever
and I try to find myself inside those withered sepals.
I write my name on the sand of Colva beach
but when the flow tide arrives to ebb my fragrance
and I rewrite those letters with my tiny fingers.
I write my name on a paper boat and float in a tub
but when it sinks inside the tub to canoodle the nadir
I try to hold those wet papers & embrace my last essence.
I write my name on the shade of his warm love
but when the tears whirr as the hues of heartbreak
I try to clasp my runes near those forbidden scars.
I write my name on the lappet of my mother's saree
but she smiles and kisses my forehead with her red lips
and my esse never fades away from there, I sigh.
b i d y a -
Killington Snow
The snow fell today.
Covering the gentle
rolling hills.
A pastoral countryside
that time seemed to have
forgotten.
Unmarked by the thrust
of human advancement.
The only intrusions being
several birch trees.
Clumped together as if to
keep each other company
on those frigid Vermont
nights.
Where the wind howls
and fires crackle inside
homes built so long ago.
Around the time those
Ethan Allen boys chose
freedom over tyranny.
At whatever the cost;
not just for them,
but for those
they knew would farm this
land where the snow fell
this day.
As I watched the flakes
fall to the ground,
I smiled, walking alone,
my boots making a trail
in the virgin snow that
surrounded me.
Wishing you were holding my
hand, walking with me.
Through the snow and trees.
It is times like these I feel
I cannot breath.
For I love you so much,
that the absence of you,
even for a moment,
takes my breath away.
Yet I stay.
Walking in the new snow.
Smiling as I go, knowing
you will be home soon.
I stop for a moment.
Just to look at the mountains surrounding this tranquil
Killington valley.
My peaceful place.
With you...
You will be home soon.
©wanowak -
rimshaxrif
7w
BPD
I'm spiralling into this feeling again
Through the highs I'm crashing to the lows
It feels scary, yet calm
Like a roller coaster, as the wind blows
My heart starts pounding
Hands start shivering
My head gets heavy
I feel like I'm floating
I look back at you
The moments of warmth and wrath
The black and white of you
The grey never existed, for me
I try to reach out for the last time
But the fear of black
Had me let you go
Now all i know is blue
And I'll keep flying till I'll fall again
This feeling will be gone, i know
But it keeps coming back again
I wish i could tell you
©rimshaxrif -
odysseus
6w
Read MoreA huge empire... far beneath the waves ... somewhere in the midst of mountains, canyons, plains and valleys
A powerful tribe of aquatic creatures... their heads and upper bodies resembling those of humans,
their tails and lower bodies similar to the tail of a fish
HER team won the annual sports contest
The emperor asked her what she wanted
She wished to visit the surface of the ocean
Only the males in the tribe did that once in a while and that too, as part of their security duty
However, the emperor would never dishonour his commitment
He kept his word and her team was permitted to go
They left in a capsule similar to a small submarine, carrying provisions
It had always been their dream to visit the ocean surface and now it was coming true
They reached a shallow spot and the capsule was securely anchored
The females - mermaids - as we call them - were allowed to go out and enjoy the waves
The males would stay back
The mermaids began to play with the waves
It was fun...
And then.... a high and mighty wave swept HER away ...
She was stranded on the shore... all alone...
She looked around and didn't find any of her friends...
But she found a strange creature whose upper body was similar to that of the males of her own tribe though he had no tail...
He saw her and came closer...
Communicating with him wasn't easy but they used signs...
His house was nearby
Thankfully she could breathe on the surface, but walking was clearly beyond her purview
He carried her to his house...
She got accustomed to the conditions
Everyday he would carry her to the shore
They would take his small boat and look for her capsule
Slowly, he taught her his language and she taught him her language...
He was a loner and once a week he would visit the nearby town to buy whatever he needed, and he rarely had any visitors...
And a few weeks later, she located her capsule...
The guards - the males of her tribe saw her invariably at the same time...
They carried her back to the capsule and... he was their guest of honour...
They were warm, hospitable hosts
He enjoyed the meal, it was sumptuous
There were numerous dishes whose contents were all supplied by the ocean
Then they showed him around...
The strange engine room, the provisions store and finally ...their treasure
Ohh.. Goodness...!!! gold and silver,
Opal, sapphire, emerald, aquamarines, ruby, amazonstone, amethyst, pearls, rose quarts...
you name it and it was there... actually heaps of them...
Their glint and glitter blinded his vision and his conscience...
The commander of the capsule gave him a bagful of stones as a token of appreciation...
That would have been enough to make him a multimillionaire
But he had other ideas...
He told them that he wanted to give them a treat and they gladly accepted
He visited the nearby town that evening and bought what he needed
Next day, he prepared lavish meals in his own house and carried the containers to the capsule... along with his own separate tiffin
The food was delicious, the magnanimous creatures loved it and praised it ... and then... all of them fell unconscious ...even the mermaid...
He rose and checked everybody... he had to be sure that the drug had done its job...
It was a powerful anaesthetic, the quantity added was large, and there was no way any of them could have survived...
He went over to the treasure room, took out half a dozen gunny bags from his haversack and began to fill them with gems, crystals, gold and silver
He filled the bags and closed their mouths
They were heavy and with great difficulty he managed to carry them to the main hatch
...
He tried to open the hatch but his attempts failed
He kicked, knocked and banged hard...
A veteran sailor, he knew a lot about hatches and doors
He tried every possible trick... but the hatch remained closed...
He began to suffocate...
And then he heard a voice...
It was my fault...I'm the culprit... I never thought a visit to the surface would have such disastrous consequences...
The mermaid had regained consciousness, but she barely spoke a few words and stopped breathing...
No one was going to rescue him from the capsule...
He had killed over a dozen innocent souls...
And now it was his turn to die
He would die... with those bags full of precious stones, gold and silver in his lap...
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Song Of The Nightingale
Once was a time
I was young enough,
to know and feel the truth
But the years laid claim
to my memory,
and the seeds to every fruit
Today is but folly,
tomorrow a fool,
the past like fine wine ages true
Where a nightingale sings
in my dreams unrestrained
—that song of myself ever new
(The New Room: November, 2020) -
eurusgrey
9w
Read MoreI wish to write something beautiful but it feels as if i've run out of all hues of hope. So tell me, what should i do?
Words don't rhyme with my pain to create poetries about sanguinity anymore, and as I trace the soft metaphors my fingers shake and a feeling of helplessness takes over, that i wont ever be able to let my feelings out, that they will choke me inside while everyone sees the beguiling smile.
-incompleteAn ocean
full of sharks,
sinister and forbidding;
waves that
keep pulling me
towards an abyss
and hurricanes,
merciless;
i float,
i swim,
i fight;
but tonight
maybe i'm drowning
so will you
lend me a hand
and be the breath
of fresh air
that saves me?
I walk through hell,
barefeet,
hair flowing wildly;
the demons,
vile and wicked,
keep chasing me
till they can't
anymore;
but tonight
i stumbled,
i'm burning,
so will you
be the angel
and take me away?
The galaxies,
the stars,
the moon,
don't hear me anymore,
so will you
be my poetry
and flow
through my words?
©eurus -
zohiii
12w
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He was Reynard with blood dripping from his jaws. She was a wicked vixen birthed out of nightmares and heartbreaks, and I was a fool to assume she was someone who smoked the same cigarettes as him. I saw their dark eyes, cold-blooded mannerisms, a venomous upbringing by demons and witches that possessed them still. They were hollow shells of skin and bone and where there was supposed to be a heart was vengeance and callousness. Drenched in colognes of bitter betrayals, they would glide their claw-like, sharp fingers tracing the contours of their drunk faces with a thirst to draw blood. They were cold, and not the sort of cold that settles on you but the one with malice that pierces right in. A thousand treacheries birthed and desires bit themselves to sleep, when they exchanged words of love with their cursed lips. Death longed for escape, seeing the devilish smiles carved on them, because life had left them long ago.
It wasn't love in its fair name. Rivers of mockery flowed whenever I heard "I love you." from either of them, every word was a contradiction of itself. Never, never an honest prayer. The breaths that lingered on the couches of their disgust and scorn reeked of rotten wine. They'd slide their clothes back on themselves like broken armours and then smile, and laugh, and giggle and chuckle and leap back into their wars. He was religious and his scriptures taught him utterly to be a saint of his woes, to practice insolence for salvation. She never cared about his manipulation. In her side of the story, she'd always wake up and she'd let him win. I always saw them drunk, shrouded in smoke. But I was the one with the hangover of their banality, I'd never know who was an instrument of pleasure for whom. And the worst part of it is that you'd call me insane because, from the outside, they looked what you'd call an "ideal couple" but you'd have to have nerves of steel to bear the sight. On times when it came down to picking a side, I concluded falling from a cliff was more preferable.
And when they finally decided to fall out, it was unsaid. No texts. No calls. Nothing. It ended as if it never happened. The son of satan thought his sadistic vows were fulfilled yet again as for him she ceased to exist; he smoked like he'd become the sheep again and embarked on another hunt. Devil's daughter considered his primal manipulation as business to which she raised an empire; she clenched onto the darkness and shadows from her dark, drunk nights and walked away unheeded. With callousness, insanity and deception and whatnot weapons still stuck in their flesh, they forgot each other, is that what moving on means?
He was fire, she was ice. And I stood in between. I have burns, I have frostbites.
And now I sleep trapped, as the mist and ashes of their collision flutter in my gaze, wondering if their next victims would assume their attention to be love.
©zohiii
• The title is the renowned work of George R. R. Martin.
• This is a third person perspective, read the male and female perspectives on #fbc
@veloc1ty_ @barasiya__ *sighs* ;_;
@jewelskhan7 thanks for the idea!
@thousand_splendid_thoughts ;-;.
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shalupar
17w
New beginnings
She skipped beside him,
Devouring her velvet flavoured ice cream,
Blabbering about nothing in particular.
They were coming back from a late night stroll after a busy university day.
As they strode forward,
He pulled her gently inside the side lane,
Such that he was walking at the side where cars were zooming past.
She took notice but didn’t comment.
The traffic was heavy that day as
The pair came to a halt near the junction where they had to cross the main road.
He started moving forward,
Assuming she will be beside him.
But as he glanced at her,
She was hesitating near the pavement.
Her feet shuffling
And her hands fidgeting.
As if scared to move forward.
As she glanced up at him,
Her eyes pleading him.
He understood without her saying a word.
Without any hesitance,
He wrapped his hands
Tightly and securely around hers.
And lead her forward
Crossing the road safely.
Even after being safely on the other side,
He didn’t let go of her hand
And neither did she.
She gave him a shy smile which he mirrored.
They continued their late night stroll,
With her jubilant voice echoing the streets
As he chuckled occasionally
To her quirky antics.
That night,
The luminescent moon bore witness
To the beginning of a beautiful new future
©shalupar -
shalupar
17w
Waiting for him
She watched,
Standing among hundreds of other families that were
Crying,
Hugging,
Bidding anguished goodbyes
To their sons, brothers, partners, husbands, fathers
Who were boarding the train to serve the army.
She kept her gaze on only one man
Who in return was already looking ather.
I will be back, his eyes were saying fiercely
I will be waiting, her eyes echoed back.
As the train slowly pulled out of the station.
The lump that formed in her throat was difficult to swallow, yet she did.
Her hands felt laden
And her feet felt embedded into the cement floor below.
She wanted to rage at the world,
She wanted to beg him to stay,
She wanted to pull him out of the train that is most probably taking him to his very own death.
Yet she didn’t.
She wanted to be strong for him.
So she held her tears at bay.
And stood bravely, giving him the courage to face his journey.
He looked out the train one last time,
His face full of longing and sorrow,
For he knew this might possibly be the last time he sees her.
All she could manage was a wobbly smile in return,
As she watched the train became a distant speck
And then nothing.
The hours turned into days
The days into weeks
The weeks into months.
She laughed,
She smiled,
She went about her day,
Thriving in her life.
Yet,
Every single day was a nightmare,
Drowning in fear
For him.
Every single day,
She wakes up with a pit in her stomach,
Wondering whether he ate or not,
Whether he slept or not,
Whether someone was there to take care of him
Worst,
Whether he was alive or not.
She couldn’t wait for the weekends to come.
She lived for the weekends,
Because that was the only time he calls.
That was her only lifeline for her,
Her only safety jacket that keeps her from drowning in a pool of fear.
She goes to bed,
Praying to all gods and beyond,
To keep him safe
And bring him back to her whole again.
She watches other couples around her,
Going to dinners and dates.
She envies them,
To be able to hold their loved one whenever they wish so.
She continues tackling life as it comes,
Crying when she needs to and
Laughing when she feels like.
And finally,
Everything seems worth it,
When she waits in the same train station a year after,
Watching the train slowly strolling in.
She searches and searches,
Among the hoard of hundreds of men.
Her heart thumping loudly in anticipation,
As excitement racks her body.
She could barely stand still,
Her head buzzing with pumped up adrenaline.
She waited for three hundred and sixty five days.
And yet,
It was agonising to wait for the next few seconds.
And then finally!
Finally air whooshed into her air deprived lungs,
As her gaze found his.
He looked different yet the same.
His beard were thicker
His face looker rougher
His body looked tougher
He looked as if he aged so much than just a year.
His stride was confident as he ate up the distance between them quickly.
His eyes held the look of a tortured man
But as it landed on her,
It softened considerably.
The intense love reflecting in his eyes
And the way his arms surrounded her preciously was the same.
She then knew
He might have changed physically, but deep down he is still the boy she fell in love irrevocably.
She realized, she hasn’t lost her man to the ugly side of war.
Time came to stand still as,
His arms wrapped
Tightly and fiercely around her,
Hauling her as close as much as possible
As if he was trying to mesh their body and soul into one single being.
He buried his head in her hair,
Dragging lungful’s of her unique smell, as if a man starved for ages.
She in turn, was clinging to him tightly,
Afraid if she lets go, it will all be a dream and he will disappear.
They stood,
Clutching each other,
Not caring of time or place.
Minutes or hours would have past, they didn’t care.
They stared at each other,
Tears freely running down their face,
Yet broadly smiling,
Their hearts bursting with unyielding joy and happiness.
For after a year,
They felt they were whole again.
As if a missing part of their wandering soul had finally returned home.
She knew,
That he will leave again but,
She didn’t care.
She didn’t regret any of it.
She would do all this, all over again,
Waiting for him,
As long as she finds herself in the arms of the only man she has and will ever love
©shalupar
