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Some people …sink !

 

When I saw her for the first time, I was not sure if I liked her or not. Of course, I was fascinated by the way; she talked and handled conversations, as if she used to do it many times before. She was not afraid to talk to boys or ask where they are from. She had a noticeable power over her listeners.

We were all sitting around the pair of giant palm trees. I was observing the way she talked vividly of the things she knew; of the way, she described herself, and the way she laughed. She did not take a long time to notice my quietness. I was not ready to chat with her, though; I knew she would ask me something finally.

I did not want to be asked, instead, I wanted to keep watching.

I read in a book that “sometimes we tend to like the qualities that we do not have”. Her mesmerizing charisma had enchanted me. I knew what I wanted, I wanted to be friends with her, I wanted to win her, and she was the perfect combination of self-confident young woman and a compelling orator.

To me she was that right model that we have inside our minds, that we never speak or describe to anyone . Watching her was like observing a shining rainbow after a light rain, colors so faint and delicate, the more you gaze into the more you wonder where they come from and where they go.

As she stood to change her place and sat just right next to me, I noticed that she was taller than I was, with a long black curling hair,  dark eyebrows, round face, and sweet honey eyes. Her skin was like a faint brownie wheat that smelled fresh and  refreshing.

I didn’t here what she said when she sat, that  instant of time was a moment of transcendence …  when I woke the school bell was ringing , my friends were laughing at my foolishness

And She  already left…

 

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I was Blind to See

The dearest to see

Was always in front of me

Hand in hand we were free

To write our names on the ancient tree

We danced in the glee

The universe was about you and me

Your love was my ecstasy

And this is what we used to be

Today I am in agony

To let my heart for jealousy

To let my heart for bigotry

Now I know that your actions were made inadvertently

And I had interpreted them all wrongly

I had made them a certainty

To treat you indecently

Now I write my apology

And pleading repentantly

For all the hurt I made to thee.

The View

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The grey clouds colonizes the blue clear sky

And obscures the first morning rays

A thought has possessed my mind

And I don’t know the words to use

But, you will hear my muse

A sing that you can not defuse

the soft drops of rain glides on my  window room

And I light a cigarette

 In observing this godly scene

I lost my look of glare

And enchanted by the natural flair

I prolonged my stare …

Very soon drops shifts into little streams of water

And run down the gutter heading all to the sea.

Mystery Box

In response to the daily prompt Mystery box

You wake up one morning to find a beautifully wrapped package next to your bed. Attached to it is a note: “Open me, if you dare.” What’s inside the mystery box? Do you open it?

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I was in my bed when the very rambling voice penetrated my ears. I was up, and I had no idea how I got to sleep in the first place. The rays of the day were penetrating through the little breaks of the window. My mouth was dry, and I felt dizzy. Whether I had been drinking last night or not, I couldn’t remember…

I got up. Leaving the room, the voice squawked again “I don’t care “I said to myself, probably the voice was coming from outside.  My focus had soon shifted to the chair where a small box with a note “open me, if you dare “had tickled my manhood and twisted my mood.

With the box on my hand I leaned back on the bed.

I gazed and gazed, but a single thought

What wealth to me this box had brought?

I hated surprises and sudden events

”But I am a man and I dare”

I resolved to open the ribbons

The voice went again so vigorous and strong

My head was in pain

And  I couldn’t resist to hold my tears

stories from our memories

Ready, Set, Done

Our weekly free-write is back: take ten minutes — no pauses! — to write about anything, unfiltered and unedited. You can then publish the post as-is, or edit a bit first — your call.

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How much are we attached to our memories? the strong memories that stay attached to the small pieces of our minds, the memories that we remember with no remorse,no regret or any felling of guilt. it’s the uplifting joy , the recollection of the good times.

To let someone take a glimpse of the  memory that you once had is sometimes hard ,  and the hardest part is that we fear to ruin the rawness of that memory. At least this what I think about the intimate raw recollections that we keep to ourselves. I hope that I will find among your dear readers who share such a thought ? And, a friend the other time has given me the opportunity to take a journey into his mind, into his serendipity  that had occurred once, and that he wishes that may occur again, for life is Elusive and full of surprise. I am not disposed to tell you what my friend’s story or memory was about. However, I will say that sometimes we meet someone by chance or  coincidence and then he disappear also by chance or coincidence.

It is this idea which plants itself inside this stories from our memories that tell us ! you may live another day to see this person.