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Friday, 22 March 2013

Red Shadows



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.

20 comments:

  1. That was as it was supposed to be, dark, slightly disturbing, and something that sticks in your mind.

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  2. Dark and morbid

    I like ;)

    Blogrolling you

    Cheers
    CRD

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    1. Thank you! :)
      Drop by again, soon.

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  3. Woow I have goosebumps :)
    Keep writing

    Tay
    x
    http://yourlifebeingteen.blogspot.com/

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  4. I know everyone's saying it's all dark and morbid and stuff, but I kind of found it beautiful?

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    1. Well, I am glad you did. Thank you so much.

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  5. few words but thoroughly enjoyed!:)

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  6. I love your writing, it's profound.

    Except 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!

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    1. Difficult, I know, but it happens sometimes, when we are devoid of emotion that we are supposed to feel.

      Thank you.

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  7. Even thoug it is kinda evil it has a very nice ring to it.

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  8. though dark and depressing but the way you described it, it has it's own beauty!

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  9. I really love the way you spin around the imagery and maintain the its power till the end. A brilliant piece, Mo.
    P.S: I've no idea why do I always call you Mo. But it sounds really cool, isn't it? :3

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    1. Thank you, Hira@
      Hahah, that's okay I like it, I have a friend who calls me Mo. It's never really stuck though. :P

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