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I looked at her as she stood down the aisle. Her e 1663638414778952404
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I looked at her as she stood down the aisle. Her eyes suddenly met mine and in that moment, I was in love with her_"What's your favorite word, Mr. Writer?", she asked one night, caressing my hair_"Comet. Yours?"_She thought for a moment and realized she didn't have a favorite word. I stole glances of her while she was busy doing one thing or another and I wondered if comet was my favorite word or her name.When she left me, I was shattered for a while. Coffee tasted bitter, my body would start shivering thinking of her, my nights were empty and insomniac out of pain. She was like a fever that I knew I wouldn't be able to survive."I almost loved you.", she said one fine day.I met her after 8 months. She was with a new guy. He was everything I can never be. Sometimes I wonder if people want to end up with someone different, why do they choose us in the first place? Maybe we didn't work out. But if we didn't, why am I still in love with her? Someone told me there's so much more and that love is never enough. But anyway, my love was never enough for her and her lies were still everything to me.She should have entered my life like a good one night stand and take her clothes and leave me alone the next morning. But she stayed and said things she shouldn't have. And that has made all the difference.Her life was so full of almosts."I am sorry. I almost remembered your birthday but then... ""I almost called you." "I almost missed you that night.""We were almost together.""I almost loved you." .She was never sure of anything. I was her almost. I fought hard for months in order to become her perfect. But I was still an uncertainty in her life. That was all that I could ever be_"I have found your favorite word.", I said."Yeah? What is it? ", she asked."Almost."_"Oh! Yeah. Maybe it is.", she said with a frown.I looked at her and felt a little feverish again. How am I still so deeply into her and she isn't? Not even a bit? "You are something important", she added_"ALMOST– I am a word to you I wish you never said.... "______©Rae Pathak_#writogram#writersofinstagram#instawrite#wordgasm#wordsmith#writersofig#wordporn#writer

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The Storytellers

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I always thought maybe getting you back is getting back pieces of me. That telling your name million times would make me feel your presence. That breaking down feebly confessedemotions into words would infuse happiness in me.But, I never thought I would be so wrong.Getting you back wasn’t getting me back. It made me feel more scared of every moment. As if a distant voice always telling within me that it is all like a bubble, unaware when is it going to burst. I wasn’t me when I was around You. I loved you in darkness. Love wasn’t that one glance to me or that silent understanding. It was this mute insanity inside me which made my palms sweat and eyes blurred whenever you spelled the word. I was more distant of myself than I was from you.Telling your name million times only surfaced a feeling in me that I am getting better. I wasn’t. You had made me immune in ways that the only way I felt human,was pain. It wasn’t you but your memories that plagued me like spirits in my nightmare. A part of me was tired of even existing. Of falling for you. Was it worth it?Breaking down emotions into words made me more vulnerable. When I used to look at you, I didn’t see that speck of trust. Your hands were like the winter warmth making way through my fingers. We just breathe solitude into each other , not words. We let the silence grew till the shivers of us killed us within. And when I stopped around the corner, we felt each other just crumbling into our own spheres.I didn’t stop. Because I felt free . Maybe so did you.Ruchira@slaying_since97#thestorytellers#thestorytellers95#writersofinstagram#wordgasm#wordporn#wordsmith#writerscoloumn#writersnetwork#writogram

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"This world is a cage for me,A closed cage with no escape." Tears trickled down from the corner of his eyes.As the doctor pumped a few more drugs in his system and inserted a few more tubes inside his limp body;he cried out, "Hey you, one in the white coat,Free me off these chains,I wanna fly once more,I wanna feel the fresh air once more,Let me be a free bird,It's my last plea,My last request." "Just take this mask off,Just pull this needle out,Just take the plug out,Just switch the button off.I'll be gone in two,nobody will ever know!" He screamed inside his head for he knew no one could hear the guy who couldn't even move his lips. "I can't even begin to think how unbearable this life of your's is,I wish I could relieve this pain of your's,I wish I could talk to you,I wish I could hear you.I wish I could do something,I wish I could do anything."The newbie doctor wanted to say to the lifeless face lying in front of him. "Giving me peace will not hurt,Free me off this pain, this agony, this non-existent life!This doesn't qualify as 'life',I can't even Breathe ON MY OWN!"The old man tried in a desperate attempt. "As much as I want to,As much as I wish to,I can't free you sir.Saving life is my job,I can't take one sir."The young chap swallowed the lump and concealed a tear.Anshika Agarwal, The Storytellers@apollos__apprentice#thestorytellers#thestorytellers95#writersofinstagram#wordgasm#wordporn#wordsmith#writerscoloumn#writersnetwork#writogram

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Excerpt_"Hm. Missed me?",he asks._I look at his face, filled with curiosity and excitement which would turn into a burst of happiness,pride and fake sympathy when I would say yes._"You know what,I often trod on the paths we took and think how we used to sit in one corner and laugh and talk stupidly.Some days when I am on a date with some guy, I find myself sitting on the chairs where we once sat and blushed looking at each other. I will always remember the first time when I realised I love you.I was standing some 5 feet away from you and you stood there looking at me. And for a moment, I felt like I am so alone. I felt like I am incomplete. So I raced and hugged you tightly. And at that particular moment, my universe felt complete. At that particular moment I felt like there was no hole in my heart, not anymore. I knew I loved you. But do you know how it is now? I remember the places I go and think about you sometimes. But I never find myself mumbling your name. I never find myself imagining you when I am with someone else. Listening to our song- "You're beautiful" that you used to sing for me doesn't hurt me anymore. I don't wake up remembering about you and neither I fall asleep dreaming about you. I don't read our chats anymore and I don't feel like the need to. And today when I saw you standing and singing there, I didn't feel incomplete anymore, although there's a hole in my heart. But now when you are sitting beside me, I don't feel like that hole is filled. I feel like that hole is growing more when I see you. You don't fulfill me anymore. You empty me._So when I trod on the paths and think about you, I often find myself forcing our memories on my mind. I find myself opening the closet and searching for pieces from my past. I come back home and sit under the stars and think,_When these nights are long,And I remember how the hour of darkness passed like seconds talking to you.I wonder if you are my habit or my intention.I wonder if I really miss you or is it something I am trying to? "_He looks at me and smiles. And at that moment,slowly the hole stopped growing anymore and I knew I don't miss him, not anymore._©Rae Pathak#writogram

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When I was alone, you kept me company ‘til my tears went dry.When I was helpless, you extended your hand and lifted me high.When I was lost, you held my hand and led me to the right way,and when I got blinded by all my success, you pulled me down and put my feet on the ground once again.Indeed you helped me keep my sanity;you’re the one who can make me smile despite all my tears.With you by my side I know nothing can be against me,with you by my side, I need no more romantic sceneries –for a friend like you can suffice, and can fill the voids I try to hide inside,for our friendship is better and deeper, than any relationships I had – combined.But one day it all shattered,"Why?" is my question that 'til now is unanswered.You said you got tired,and not a therapist I hired ---I never realized how toxic our friendship wasto you,and now I can do nothing but say, "I miss you." It breaks me to see tomorrow without you by my side, but we just have to let life do its course. Some people stay, there are some who don’t, was it really inevitable to do the latter?_Cho, The Storytellers@chonamaee#thestorytellers#thestorytellers95#wordgasm#writersofinstagram#wordgasm#wordporn#wordsmith#writerscoloumn#writersnetwork#writogram

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What's worse? To love unrequitedly or to give yourself another chance?What if both can be done together?These are the thoughts running in my head now. When I'm lying under the sheets with you, getting all cozy. I look up into your eyes and, for some reason, I can't focus on them. Everything is hazy. Is it because of the smoke I'm puffing out? Maybe. Or maybe because I don't really know who you are. I don't really care.Like I wondered earlier, what if both can be done together? Unrequited love and a second chance for myself? Yes, that sounds satisfying. In that way, I lose nothing. Instead, I relish the feeling that I'm with you as long as I keep my eyes closed. And I'm giving myself another chance.He's gone. But that doesn't mean that I let him go. Virtually at least.You bow low and replace the cigarette between my lips with your mouth.As you dip your tongue to touch mine,I taste him.As you run your fingers down my naked back,I feel his touch.As your warm, sweaty form clings to mine,I imagine his taut body against me.As you move over me, devouring me entirely,I envisage him taking possession of me in every way.You think it's all about you.But, babe, I'm only using you to get over him. ©Samantha@high_maintenance_96#writer#writersofinstagram#wordgasm#wordporn#wordsmith#writerscoloumn#writersnetwork#writogram#thestorytellers#thestorytellers95

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They told me I would find pain while walking down the path of love,But I don't know why but I felt like playing with fire,I could have fought the whole damned world for you,But tell me, what can I do when I have to fight you?I have never been able to forget,That white dress,Those black boots,That red lipstick,Remember that hairband you once forgot at my place?I still carry it around with me everywhere I go.I do not have a single picture of you,But look at my fate, I do not need any picture to see you in every new face I meet.You were the most weird kind of storm,The one I was hoping would finally carry me to the shore,The one I trusted enough to finally let my sails down,Was I a fool to do that?Because what the world could not accomplish in years,You, my dear, did it in just one moment.You broke me apart in just one moment. —Rishabh Naresh Goel, The Storytellers@rishabhnareshgoel#writer#writersofinstagram#wordgasm#wordporn#wordsmith#writerscoloumn#writersnetwork#writogram#thestorytellers#thestorytellers95

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These knots felt good. Perfect. For the first time, threads and knots didn't scare her, they felt almost... beautiful.As she tied the last one, she was reminded of all the others in her life.The knot she was tied to and by at the age of 17. Her innocent dreams turned into scary nightmares. Her pale body covered in bruises. The knot became tighter with each passing day, so much so that her insides were broken and she was shattered, so much so that she decided to tie another one. This time around her neck. She didn't know how she survived that day. The noose was too loose and her brother saw it in time. He held her by the feet while others cut the cloth around her neck. She felt numb, numb and lost. That day she decided to break the ties and cut open the knots. Fought a divorce case and won her pride back. "Dr. Dhara, there's a call for you." Her thoughts were interrupted as she heard someone call her name.She saw the beautiful clean stitches she'd given her patient. Knots didn't suffocate her anymore. -Anshika, TST@apollos__apprentice#thestorytellers#thestorytellers95#wordgasm#wordporn#wordsmith#writerscoloumn#writersnetwork#writogram