Tag: fiction
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October 25, 2006 09:18 PM EDT --
I realized I was going blind for the first time when I started seeing things in the dark…. Things that couldn't have existed….. Like a figurine of love, a dead eagle on my window-sill and . . .
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October 09, 2006 10:17 AM EDT --
There was a house of many doors, in which each of the doors led to some other rooms.
He lived in that house. He was born there and had been there ever since. Alone.
There was no door to outside. There . . .
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September 09, 2006 08:12 PM EDT --
In my childhood I was told to write opposites. So, when I saw knowledge, I wrote ignorance. And when I saw remembering, I wrote forgetting. But then things changed so that when I saw knowledge, I wrote . . .
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September 21, 2006 09:17 PM EDT --
A storm had broken in somehow, into one of my childhood days.
It wasn't meant to be there. It should have been a clear evening in the park, like all evenings in the park are meant to be. There ought . . .
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October 02, 2006 01:38 AM EDT --
In the beginning there was a rain in the valley. A perpetual rain. It didn't stop for many years. People told that it was one of the driest rains that had ever been. It hadn't quenched the thirst . . .
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September 10, 2006 09:12 PM EDT --
"Must a risk always be dangerous?" - I remember one of my childhood friends had asked me once. I had found silence that day, for the first time, as an answer. The same silence had frightened . . .
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September 13, 2006 08:35 PM EDT --
I have two brains. They are paired to think in two separate terms. They often work simultaneously. But it really starts getting difficult when thoughts start jumbling up. These are times when I must surrender. . . .
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September 08, 2006 08:13 AM EDT --
I woke up and found myself inside a dream. It was my life.
Its been long since we put our imaginations in a colourful box and thrown them into a lake. We watched it sink deeper and deeper till . . .
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September 25, 2006 07:39 PM EDT --
There were splashing lights all over when the evening broke. But none noticed 'cause it had made no sound. My silent girl was infused in that evening. Forever.
It became the only evening she had spoke, . . .
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September 26, 2006 08:09 PM EDT --
A swing is a staircase of unending. It has no bottom, no crux.
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September 21, 2006 09:56 AM EDT --
Once, I wrote on a piece of paper. On one of its faces I scribbled the word - 'Reality', on the other - 'Imagination'. Then, I left it to the winds. It went and dropped into a river. One . . .
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September 24, 2006 07:56 PM EDT --
The trapeze is a moment of trespass. An extreme form of the swing.
I had came into the life of a silent girl. I had to take her hand and swing. Her tiny hands were cold most of the times. Her hands were . . .
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September 28, 2006 07:30 PM EDT --
I had seen the avalanche coming to cover her sacred nudity. Between that potentiality and actualization resided this tale. I had found it over there and tried to save it from being buried forever.
Me . . .
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December 06, 2006 10:45 PM EST --
She was photographing her shadow in the neon lights. Her shadow posed for her on the wall.
"My shadow's such a professional bitch. She lures you with her lusty frame."
She was jealous. . . .
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December 07, 2006 08:40 PM EST --
Inside her closed eyelids I had drawn a map. She could follow it when she slept. And return to the unknown places. Unknown faces. In stealing times, when she betrayed herself. Faces were imposed on the . . .
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April 28, 2007 07:39 PM EDT --
Alberto Banks had been saving all his life. He wanted to buy a river.
As a child, he had been given a ribbon by his father. A blue ribbon. His father was always this strange man who would scrutinize his . . .
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May 02, 2007 07:05 AM EDT --
He dreamt of a reincarnation on the exact day that he was to die. And it was exactly after he woke up from the dream, restless, that he realized that he was about to die. The only thing he couldn't . . .
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September 22, 2007 01:03 AM EDT --
So that she never meets him again, he was absconding from her sight when she became blind and started seeing him everywhere.
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March 01, 2009 08:49 AM EST --
Light
A few colorful lights are stuck in his eyes. He splashes a few wet tears in there. Lights linger. Their color disseminate from the edges. A transmutation of the glowing haze. . . .
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June 17, 2009 10:27 PM EDT --
Her blood rained, like droplets, on an unchanging spot. Beside her bed. Accumulated. Drop by drop. Every drop. Except the first one.
He closed his palm, felt the warmth of the first droplet with . . .
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