Her big kohl lined eyes peered from behind a pair of
rectangular frames which were slightly askew. Her eyes were dark and intent,
seemingly different and apart from the rest of her face which was distorted and
twisted in pain. She breathed heavily, her mouth slack as she tried to utter
words that were already lost. Her hand
clutched her side that was smeared with red, seeping through her pastel colored
clothes, turning them dark and ugly.
Fear flicked through her eyes, her breath coming in jagged
whispers. Hands gripped thin air _the wound forgotten_ splattering a few drops
of blood on her clear face. Her hand fell back, all motion sudden and then
halted, forever. Stillness and musk swayed in the air, pausing every movement
and silencing every noise; except for the blood, that continued to gush from
her side.
-Momina.
That was as it was supposed to be, dark, slightly disturbing, and something that sticks in your mind.
ReplyDeleteDark and morbid
ReplyDeleteI like ;)
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Thank you! :)
DeleteDrop by again, soon.
Woow I have goosebumps :)
ReplyDeleteKeep writing
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Glad you liked it. :)
DeleteI know everyone's saying it's all dark and morbid and stuff, but I kind of found it beautiful?
ReplyDeleteWell, I am glad you did. Thank you so much.
Deletefew words but thoroughly enjoyed!:)
ReplyDeleteGlad you did, Rafya! :D
DeleteI love your writing, it's profound.
ReplyDeleteExcept for this line, maybe: "Her eyes were dark and intent, seemingly different and apart from the rest of her face which was distorted and twisted in pain." Difficult to picture!
Difficult, I know, but it happens sometimes, when we are devoid of emotion that we are supposed to feel.
DeleteThank you.
Even thoug it is kinda evil it has a very nice ring to it.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Joy.
Deletethough dark and depressing but the way you described it, it has it's own beauty!
ReplyDeleteGlad you think so, Aqsa! :D
DeleteNice. Keep writing!
ReplyDeleteI really love the way you spin around the imagery and maintain the its power till the end. A brilliant piece, Mo.
ReplyDeleteP.S: I've no idea why do I always call you Mo. But it sounds really cool, isn't it? :3
Thank you, Hira@
DeleteHahah, that's okay I like it, I have a friend who calls me Mo. It's never really stuck though. :P