Short stories, poems, and basically literature from the recesses of my head, and the depth of my heart. Trying to reach out to you with my literature through a screen and give you a hug.
It's a cold world, and we all need a hug every now and then.
I hope the emotions I transfer through my keyboard, touches a special spot in your heart.
......walking fast,.....sweating profusely,& breathing heavily,......he knocks over a trash can, and briefly glimpses back to see what it was that he knocked down.
"oh, just a dirty trash can,i will.........."
oh, *Ouch*, my head hurts,......its throbbing & banging really hard, feels like av got a time bomb ticking in my head, & the banging synchronising with the tick of the huge white clock, that contrasts the dark room, & that provided the only source of illumnation in this room, with its illuminated back drop.
put my right hand over my banging head, .....n i can now feel where the "koko" (swelling) was,....on the left side on my head. *Ahh......* the headache is terrible,.....feels like my head's gonna fall off,.....i gotta steady my head. i try to bring my left hand up to support my aching head, then i notice the cold feeling around my left wrist, i've been cuffed to the chair. i look around, & i'm totally alien to this environment.
i have been kidnapped, & now i have to face the reality of the situation. i have got to think out of this maze, & its even made more difficult to do that through this MAD headache. the more i try to think, the more the head aches increase in "pound rate".
now my heart rate is increasing,......cos i can hear footsteps, & voices,......& the closer they come, the more my heart races faster.
footsteps, voices, pounding headaches, trying to think, hand cuffed to the chair, where am i....?,