Creatures Of Dusk

of the woods at a blurred pace, shoved her head harshly against the wall resulting in the splash of scarlet fluid on the marble floor. But it was not e

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dding sound. My eyes frantically searched for the source of the voice and my gaze fell upon the dwarf librarian standing on the o

er face which was currently turned into several shades of beet red an

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and not only a mouth! I thoug

rease my pace. This was a routine now– me being too engrossed in reading and connecting myself with fictional characters of the novel to even realise the unfolding reality around me but I couldn't complain! I didn't regret

e sadness enveloped me. No human would ever have wanted to be associated with any of these words in his entire life. I too wi

s a faded shadow of events or rather events excluding everyone

dies type nor I could remember my childhood being filled with watc

f loneliness. And drooping eyes in wild nights amidst unintelligible shadows creeping the lifeless walls. All I had experienced in my twenty years of life was a repulsive lifestyle. The childhood whose I have n

ing the reason of 'to protect you' every time in my outstretched questioning palm. Each time intentionally or unintentionally

h the moisture of fresh aroma of after rain overlapped across my sweat beaded body, coursing a tickling sensation down the pit of my stomach. My ga

d woodsy sweat of passing strangers. The sweet, inviting aroma of steaming food and beeping sounds of crawling automobile

andy store with wide eyes, each time I found myself standing in the shadows of those streets. With a small smile tugging at the corner of

y, occasionally humming a new tune when suddenly a strangely familiar feelin

back to my senses as a result of shock upon finding myself standing in the middle of the deep jumbled branches of the tangled fo

ized the

place where I felt I belonged. . .

fantasies to cherish as well as

g of my heart that rang through my ears. The similar feeling of something pulling towards itself crushed my body, paralyzing me on

ter of

load of something buried within my heart, gnawing on the inner walls, waiting to sprout out. My mind was still processing a way to escape but fate worked in its own way as

o rip away my heart. Yet, nothing was unfamiliar. After being crushed inside this unbelievable strange aura of mysticism for the past few months, nothing

n at bay, the pain multiplied, constricting my lungs, knocking out t

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