She lay there as the poison seeped through the blood
circulating inside her. She lay there numb to the pain and the slight burning
that she was supposed to feel. She lay dazed while her muscles and bones mashed
into one another, as she repeatedly hit her head against the brick wall. Immune
to the pain. She shifted her head, gazing at the blood stained pillow. Alarmed
she got up suddenly, only to realize that it was her own, yet she did not
bleed. It dribbled towards her, bubbling
vivid red with just a slight tinge of purple. Glowing. She was intimidated,
wanting to touch it, but holding back. She backed away, abruptly falling as the
room around her turned to a blur, however she never touched the ground, As if
the air had halted but she was still falling. There wasn’t blood anymore, but
water; pure and colorless. It fell all around her, everywhere, except on her. She
cringed away as a drop fell on her, scared. Out of the blue, she was knocked
down, falling into a garden, unscathed. As she rose she noticed the rain, which
came down heavy and bruised her skin. It turned red, burning red and felt like
pinching shards of glass on her skin. She started to run but fell too often,
while someone pulled her and her eyes twitched. She rose from her dream as she
dreamt on, as the poison seeped through and she slept on.
-Momina.
vivid and painful. a very nice post
ReplyDeleteA very nice read, even if it makes you shudder!
ReplyDeleteThank you Sam! Good to have you back! :)
Delete:O She died ?
ReplyDeleteWell, that depends on how you look at it, Lubnaina, I like to give my readers and myself the freedom of making up the ending. As much as I hate cliff-hangers,I like to come up with different endings, in this case yes, I think she dies. But you can always add in someone who saves her! :)
DeleteTrue that :D
DeleteIt could be twisted if Dobby comes in to save her B)
Haha, that would be quite a twist, yes!
DeleteWoah!
ReplyDeleteI think that this all the weird confusion and mysterious air is because she is in the shower.It must be causing all this haze and uncomfort,and the feeling when your hurt and don't feel a thing,that too is relatable.
Great post,when do you write?
After something happens or after a while?
Cuz,I tend to forget what I wanted to write if I lose my train of thought!
:D
P.s
How come do you know Lubaina?Are you two classmates at TCS?
Thank you, Ahmad. You have your preceptive like everyone else, so, as you want to see it.
DeleteI write all the time, and no most of my writing are fiction, but I tend to hang on to the idea when it pops into my mind, or I write it down immediately.
No, Lubaina I know one another as bloggers only.
Hey lubaina,if you are getting this then please go to my notes in my FB profile and take the poems from their for ur Mag.Most favourites of mine are "Prayer from the heart" n "Demonic Angel".
ReplyDeleteI haven't typed a lot of stories but I think that "The Legend" is scintillating!
:)
That was so deep and frightening! Awesome work!
ReplyDeleteThank you Anam!
DeleteYou keep coming back, okay? :D