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I am at a all time low. It’s that kind of low you feel when you are back to ground zero. It’s the entrepreneur low, to see what you had built, demolished into pieces by metallic bulldozers. It’s that low, people do not see in magazines or news. It’s that low, that most people feel everyday, when they think they are close to the moon, only to realise – they can’t touch the moon.
It’s that low, when people disappoint you. It’s that low, when p
eople misunderstand you. It’s low, low and low. Like a hole.
We are afraid to show we are at the low, the society only wants to see Ferraris and FHM, pinnacles of success dotting the city skyline.
The low is not a new sensation to me, it’s an everyday sensation, that sensation that eats you starting from within your stomach, crawling outwards like a hungry worm, eating up your intestines, followed by your liver, and to the lungs. It then coils around your heart, and squeezes it slowly, like a coiling snake. Your heart stops beating, and you are left with the silence. The silence. The limbo. The limbo state whereby you do not know if it is a never ending dream – or reality. It’s a state that can last forever, or it is just a blink of an eye in the real world.
You wake up from the limbo. Another bad dream. You look at your Ferrari and wife. You drink another whiskey or two. The day starts again, from blank zero. You fight, kill, and force your way to the top. And when you are at the top, you realise that you had did it all for nothing. All these do not mean anything to you. They are things you can’t take with you to the next world.
I am at the low now, till I figure out what is my high.
I know writing is my high.
I might be back.
by | | FlashFiction
You know, the feeling of wanting to cry but you just can’t cry, cuz you are just so empty inside that tears won’t flow.
The sensation of numbing pain, that won’t go away like an old ache, but this time, around the heart.
The sea of regrets that you are floating in, but you can get out of because there is no land. Just trapped in the middle of a vast never ending ocean.
I don’t know if time or the pain will end it all, but sometimes not waking up is better than living.
On nights like this…
I just want to sleep.
A long deep sleep.
A painless sleep.
A sleep where I am happy once more.
by | | FlashFiction
Once upon a time, there lived two sisters.
One was called Light, and the other Dark.
Dark liked everything black, shiny and fancy.
Light liked everything white, sincere and heartfelt.
Dark wanted to buy the world, so she became a career woman.
Light wanted to help others, so she joined the charity.
When Light was working in the charity, Dark would sabotage her efforts. Dark would steal Light’s clothes, food and funds that she had gathered for the poor.
Light found out that Dark had stolen, not once, but on many occasions, so she asked Dark why did she do it when she has all she needed.
Dark simply said, she wanted more.
Light realised there is no end to Dark’s greed.
Eventually Light killed Dark so she can take back all that she stole so she can finally donate them rightfully to charity.
Light lived happily ever after acquiring and donating all she earned.
THE END.
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Once you told me a story about a girl, her name was perfect ten.
She had a super model body, perfect academic scores, talented in the arts, and everything that you wanted in a girl.
She could get any job she wanted, her interviews were 10/10, there was nothing she failed in, even her family was well to do.
You fell in love with her so deep, yes you did, you compared all girls to her, and nothing was better then perfect ten.
Never did you know she had the ugliest personality of a witch and she cursed all around her, each day, she grew more powerful as she sucked the money and youth of men around her, absorbing all of whatever she could leech on from others to make her more beautiful, younger and richer.
She even had a daughter, whom she killed so that no one will know her real age.
That is the story of perfect ten, and yes, she is still alive hunting for fresh blood.
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No matter the future may be
Our souls are linked forever
It was just like we met yesterday
Our memories are locked in that moment
Nothing, can take that away from us.
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I tried to reach for you behind the veil in my dreams, as you fell deeper away into the abyss. I wake up to look into the mirror, only to see a template looking back at me. I couldn’t tell who is alive or dead, or maybe a part of me died that night you left this world, maybe there is another world out there.
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It hit him like a whirlwind, like a spell, like a curse… what was it about?
It HIT him like a baseball ball, knocking his logical senses out of his head.
The girl, in the black dress with a scarlet smile, smiling back at him
No, it can’t be love, it is infatuation, it is lust, it is just his testersotone.
But wait, it can’t be, it has to be something else…
Maybe it is his soul mate from his past lives, maybe they were secret lovers
Why, does her scarlet smile contain so much intrigue and mystery in one?
She was like a venus flytrap, and he… like a tiny insect, engulfed by her smell and beauty
lured seductively into her cave, before she closes him up in her… the last ecstasy before death.
Why her? Why does it has to be a woman, and not anything or anyone else.
She was a stranger, a cold blooded bat, a living, but unliving thing
Maybe it is all a fantasy, or his mind is just running wild, wild with his secret desires
He has to find her, he has to go back for her, he has to do everything in his power to be in her presence
The HIT
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“You are meant for bigger things.” she whispered in my ear before drifting away into the sea of consciousness, leaving me in fear of what is to come in the unknown future, as I tried to chase her silhouette relentlessly, I found myself falling deeper into a sinking hole, her voice echoes my name over and over and over, tormenting the core of my existence, I finally screamed and the world turned upside down as I found myself back in front of an oncoming car, before she pushed me away to the sidewalk as I fell bleeding on my knees.
As I felt the pain creeping up my spine, I felt a new aliveness like no other, a new way of experiencing life like a myriad murky pool of madness. I felt insanity boring through my sanity as I lost myself completely in my rebirth from being so close yet far from death itself.
As I watch time eating up my youth and vitality I could only pray I would complete the novel before the flames of my soul is snuffed out by the chaos and unpredictability of human nature.
Existence is temporal.
by | | FlashFiction
Mirrors of you, mirrors of me
Mirrors Mirrors
Everywhere we go
Empty spaces, empty seas
Earthquake of the mind
In a sea of strawberry jam
Happiness is such a farce
In your forlorn wolf like eyes
Your bright hopes diminishing
As your mirrors lose control
You told me there was no happy ever afters like fairy tales
As your mirrors broke and I saw you sink into the well
Mirrors of you, mirrors of me
Mirrors mirrors
Everywhere we go
I wish one day you will see, what I see in the mirror between you and me.
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All I wanted… was for you to see that happiness does exist, but in your paradigm, your concept of happiness no longer exist. As I looked into your mirror, and saw you lose control… I can only wish one day you will see what I seeMaybe that is when I can finally help you, my friend. The solutions are simple and straightforwardOne cannot give happiness unless one is happyIf only I can break your mirrors and let you see the truthBut by then it is too late as the damage has been doneIn your wolf like forlorn eyesI can only seeThe mirrors that trap you And hinder you From the truth
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To break it down further,
“Mirrors” are reflections of ourselves in others, mirrors are what we so to fit into society and groups, we mirror each other words and language to find similarities with each other “The earthquake of the mind” is the mental underlying issues that cloud judgement and the ability to discern reality and death. “Sea of strawberry jam” is the bloodshed in a morbid sweet tasting way, as I saw you lick the blood of the fallen enemies like “jam” that you had conquered The rest is self explanatory.
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In the chase of the wild dreams
You said, we can’t be together in this life
Only to meet in our next life.
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Sasha was apprehensive about tonight, well, it is the night. She picked up her ear rings from a jewellery box, looking at herself through the reflection of the mirror in her long velvet black dress, planting the metallic spiral rings into her ear holes.
She gave a grimace the moment the rings are inserted in.
It has been a long time since she wore ear rings.
She looks at the pair of heels at the doorway.
It has been a long time since she wore those too.
She hoped she would manage fine.
She was looking forward to see Josephine,
a friend that she has not seen for a long time.
……
“Sasha”, Josephine exclaimed! “You are back!” She gave me a hug.
I looked at her deep set eyes dearly, and touched her cheek, removing the streaks of long black hair on her face. In a swift move, I pulled her chin towards me and planted a kiss on her lips. She returned my affections with equal care, touching my waist and going closer towards me. I bit her lip and breathed in her essence. She gave a little moan and inserted her tongue deeper into my throat, almost gagging me. I moved backwards, and she came full on, bending me backwards while choking me with her deep, thick tongue. I escaped her advances by moving sidewards and started breathing heavily, from the lack of oxygen, almost losing my footing on my high heels. She gave a smirk and folded her arms, a silent victory.
The bystanders cheered in excitement, urging us on to continue our passionate french kissing outside the club.
“We need to drink. Lets go in.” She pulled my arm like a doll, and went into the club. I looked around us, and realised that almost everyone outside was watching us. I felt embarrassed and pointed my head downwards as I followed her lead.
“These are my friends, let me introduce you to Judas, Severin and Alexander.”
“Nice to meet you all, my name is Sasha.” I greeted them obediently.
Severin stood up and greeted me immediately.
“Hi Sasha, nice to meet you. I’m Severin” He sized me up while grabbing my hand tightly.
At the moment I shook Severin’s hand, I felt the chemistry running through us, our hearts connected in the instant that our hands joined. This was a new feeling. I shook my head, “Grab a hold of yourself. I know it has been years since you got laid. Relax!” My alter ego speaks out. I pretended to smile, a cracked smile, and sat down on the leather high back chair. I noticed the interior of the club was a reminiscent of a gothic castle in medieval times, with black chandeliers and a dungeon caged feel. The guests, instead of wearing masks in a masquerade party, are wearing branded clothes and make up. Looking at my new friends with agendas on their faces, shivers went down my spine. I realised, that I am an innocent lamb for the killing.
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“Sasha… you are good.” Severin turned over the bedside and looked at my pale white body. The room was dark, with a tickle of moonlight filtering through the curtains, landing on his naked flesh, lighting up his skin from the shadows.
“You are good as well, Severin.” I kissed him once more, this time going on top of his muscular body, and sucking his mouth dry.
“Oooo… you just make me feel so good.” He turned me around and kissed my fingers.
“Do you believe, we are two star crossed lovers, only to meet in this life?” I looked up passionately at his eyes.
“No, I don’t.” He replied. “Maybe in our next life” He looked away and changed into his clothes. “We have agreed it is a one night affair.”
Maybe… I thought, it is Lust disguised as an Angel.
“Goodbye.” I packed my belongings and walked out of the hotel room.
“Sasha..” his voice trailed after me.
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Why does my heart cry?
(Roxanne)
Feelings I can’t fight
You’re free to leave me, but just don’t deceive me
And please, believe me when I say I love you
Moulin Rouge – Roxanne.
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Sasha Journal – Day 300
After that night, a curse was planted in my heart.
The curse of a love that will never return.
My days changed from light to darkness
There is nothing to look forward to, except him
Severin continued his wayward ways of sleeping around and driving drunkenly
While I, worked myself numb to a certain death, a certain meaningless
No one else held the same magical connection as we did on that night.
I tried sleeping randomly, dating randomly, cutting myself randomly.
Whatever it takes, to lift the curse from my heart.
I am killing myself, slowly inside…
Help.
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“Josephine. I can’t take this anymore.” I hugged her tightly while she pat my back and comforted me like a little child.
“It is ok, love hurts. It is how love is. Sometimes it just does not come back.”
“I guess…”
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Day 600
“Sasha… Severin is dead.” Josephine whispered over the phone.
“He died in a car crash. He had too much drinks, and he drove home.” She breathed in heavily. “His flesh is mangled with the metal.”
My heart sank. I dropped the phone on the floor.
I felt a part of my heart die that instant…
We have not met for years… yet… the feeling is constant.
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Say you never, ever leave me
If you do, I will leave… with you.
I attended his funeral,
in a Victorian gothic black dress,
along with the crowd, in a sea of black and grey.
They lowered his coffin into the pit, along with my heart.
I took a tiny bottle of poison from my clutch bag, and drank it while watching his end.
Maybe.. we can be together in our next life.
