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Word Stalk: The Muse's Farewell
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Where do they come from? Where do they go? Tuesday, December 14, 2010. Once upon a time there was a girl. She thought of too many things, dreamed of even more. She believed in a few things, hoped for even fewer. She questioned too much, but answered all by herself. She smiled too much, but never knew if she was happy. One evening, on a ceasing winter's day, she met her Hero. He called her his Muse. And she felt special to be his Muse. Was there any greater joy than to be an inspiration? It was as if she ...
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Word Stalk: Calling Home
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Where do they come from? Where do they go? Sunday, February 06, 2011. She had returned to unadorned walls. The medium-sized suitcase was plundered and its contents strewn around in an orderly manner. Discarded paper and other items lay on the floor. Her mirror was missing again. She didn't miss it, but she noticed its absence. That explained her barren looking walls. A lone lamenting voice coming out of a machine created disturbances in the air. The only kind she liked. Asked someone. She shook her h...
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Word Stalk: Oblivion
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Where do they come from? Where do they go? Monday, November 01, 2010. When I'd gone to sleep, one of the lights was still on. The music was still playing. There were people in the other room talking. I don't know how I woke up. It was the toffee wrappers and those shiny gift wrapping papers that crumpled and crinkled and made noises, like sharp nails clawing at your walls. Sleep still weighed heavy on my eyelids. But my ears refused to resort to selective hearing. You have to wake up", he said. He seemed...
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Word Stalk: The Salesman
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Where do they come from? Where do they go? Wednesday, December 08, 2010. This was written on 18th April 2010. I'm finally moving it from drafts to published in the hope that seeing it online will goad me to pick it up and finally complete it.). Good morning, Madam. I hope today would be a good day. Here, have some coffee." With that he nudged the door open and entered. So, have you thought about it? She shook her head distractedly. Exactly. What if there was no pain-killer that killed it?
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Word Stalk: February 2011
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Where do they come from? Where do they go? Wednesday, February 09, 2011. It seeks to escape with the favorite uncle, the wind. But that traitor of the gods, he will drop them the moment it hears the roaring of the thunder from Zeus. And thus wrote AM. 1 head(s) turned to say. Sunday, February 06, 2011. She had returned to unadorned walls. The medium-sized suitcase was plundered and its contents strewn around in an orderly manner. Discarded paper and other items lay on the floor. She looked at her overflo...
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Word Stalk: Interlude
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Where do they come from? Where do they go? Tuesday, May 04, 2010. On a wooden park bench, brown,. They sat since the sun fell and fled. Of Euripides and Aristophanes,. He spoke and she laughed. Languages rolled on a heavy tongue. Strangers from across three seas,. Strolled under a coy sky. Between. Fallen stars and shooting leaves. Blackbirds and woodpeckers,. Cold-blooded crickets and cicadas. Encore, one after another heard. Music memorized, like math. Blades of grass tickled the feet,.
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Word Stalk: Beholden
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Where do they come from? Where do they go? Monday, November 15, 2010. She doesn't know why she thinks of that day. She doesn't even remember his name. Not properly at least. She has been thinking of that day a lot lately. She tries to reconstruct the events leading up to it, she remembers most details. But not his name. It had happened when she was seven or eight, almost fifteen years back. She can't believe so many years have gone by and she recalls it only now. It was second period- History, in 3rd E2.
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Word Stalk: Tryst/Cinder
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Where do they come from? Where do they go? Saturday, March 06, 2010. He was standing outside in the cold. She came and stood next to him, uttered an unnecessary greeting in a voice that would be the result of five ice cubes being shoved down your throat. He turned his head, gave a reluctant smile and proceeded to study the huge statue of Venus in front of him. And thus wrote AM. Stashed under men and women. Wonder if he succumbed to temporary pleasure of it was the real thing. View my complete profile.
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