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Transient | Not really a fiction

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Not really a fiction. It’s raining →. September 1, 2014. It’s bringing your vision back to me just again, this track. We haven’t spent time in any manner where we sat by or listened to music. I don’t know of your taste in music or if your idea of it is synonymous to trance alone. Listening to this track, I feel a throe of passion engulfing my state of being. I feel tempted to reach out to you. Heart loves when heeled. You’ll someday soon. I would have moved on by then. View all posts by Olivia →. View Fu...

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Olivia | Not really a fiction

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Not really a fiction. Corporate worker, textile designer, writer. February 19, 2016. She was enjoying her day off work. Lying on bed watching the CFLs glow much after they were switched off, she was letting that sniff of cocoa body butter take her mind to the mountains. She closed her eyes. She … Continue reading →. February 17, 2016. February 8, 2016. January 31, 2016. January 24, 2016. January 21, 2016. She’d had a difficult day at work. She slogged for fourteen hours straight thinking of the...It’s th...

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Evermore | Not really a fiction

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Not really a fiction. The Garlic Shuttle →. October 15, 2012. Olivia had fallen for Char Baag the very first time she was taken to, by the faculty of BCL. She was thrilled to say the least! The green grass blades swayed in the light breeze that blew. Soon, she was drunk in that moisture of the hanging drizzle drops. Even those fluttering pigeons were no different in shade than the ones those raided her veranda sills. What do you plan to write Olivia? It may be Buddha , had said the first one again. All o...

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Momentary | Not really a fiction

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Not really a fiction. July 5, 2015. It’s that feel of cool breeze atop the mountains when sun kisses the snow with its first ray. Who says fire and ice don’t exist together? It’s that first call of the mate when the birds pair together for spring. How well they seem to know one another perhaps from another lifetime. That fleeting moment when he reaches out to touch her hand softly and looks up in anticipation… No words would be spoken and yet, all would be conveyed and heard. Anew and of you. You are com...

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Sundown | Not really a fiction

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Not really a fiction. October 15, 2014. Not long ago I was busy creating my world in your ideas. Desperately I awaited your shadow to create an illusion till you scratched its existence. Corporate worker, textile designer, writer. View all posts by Olivia →. This entry was posted in Fiction. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out.

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It’s raining | Not really a fiction

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Not really a fiction. October 10, 2014. Devil’s moaning in the wind. Twigs and trees float uprooted like thoughts in mind… strong yet fleeting. Baseless vision scorch through flying objects flashing back the light it’s catching, somehow the shapes remain undefined. One moment it’s there, then gone… even though you didn’t blink. PS: Cyclone like thunder storm has set in… It’s been brewing since y’de. Now in full swing. 8th October, 2014. Corporate worker, textile designer, writer. Enter your comment here.

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Unweave | Not really a fiction

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Not really a fiction. January 17, 2015. He sold dreams. Each one a shifting image made in vapor… purely simulated. Bound by the faux threads, it was a yarn of delusion. From a distance, the paradigm glinted like dew drops reflecting the first ray of sun. One never went close for the flash was blinding. It was her doing when all she wanted was a few threads of a new dream. To break the spell, she had to pull the thread and go on till she separated her life off that dream warp. Hoping, someday she does.

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The Final Destination | Not really a fiction

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Not really a fiction. October 29, 2012. Would he be able to make it till there? Would he survive inside the room till the gloom descended? Would he be able to make it out of there? Would the gloom descend ever? Naueid turned her head to left to grab her cellphone. The screen read 1 new text message . She pressed the centre jog dial key to open the message. Chirp crirp chirp went her doorbell. Chirp crirp chirp went the doorbell again. Naueid blinked. She was indeed surprised and pleasantly at that. Oh we...

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The Garlic Shuttle | Not really a fiction

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Not really a fiction. The Final Destination →. October 22, 2012. Being a Sunday morning, my domestic- Sonia wasn’t around. I had to ready the water for coffee on my own. Some noise had disturbed my sleep. It was only 8.30am. What an unearthly hour to wake up at! It’s summer already. Mornings are still somewhat bearable. Musing about the luxury of sipping a hot beverage in cold weather, I stepped out of my bedroom. More rattling more cracking more thuds. Get into the pod! I couldn’t believe that was happe...