“Still the last bell is yet to ring! Still the last breadth is yet to come! Still the door for you is open. However, oh my beloved I am truly running out of time, I cannot fight with the ‘supreme’ to snatch some more time for you. So my love, myself for the first time do beg to you please do step in before it is too late?”
Mr. Das, an old man of 65, once again writing the same old letter for his imaginary love life, throwing the same from the window like always, with a hope that the passing wind will help to deliver these letter’s to that woman whose existence to this real world is as true as the mirage in the desert, poor Das.
You must be asking this question as to who am I to say all this?
Simple, “I am the soul of this fool, who is in constant effort, even in these last few hours, to make him understand that he has got no one nor even a scratch to offer love except me, but who cares!”
Doctor, enquired by Mr. Das “Do tell me frankly how much time do I have? Will I be able to meet her“?
A few minute silences, then I spoke “your time is up, and then I will be a free bird. Ha ha ha , I laughed loudly but none could here, except Mr. Das who still thinks that on account of my negativity his love life..........” again silence
“I am not responsible for the loss in life,” I screamed perhaps for the first time.
Mr. Das remained unmoved by my scream. However, I continued with my statement.
“I have repeatedly requested you not to change your career thirty years ago, remember? However, who cares, if that day you listened to my request then today you might have been lying on bed of a million dollar hospital instead of this roadside, countryside health centre.”
Mr. Das slowly turned his head towards me and softly uttered
“Relax, she will come” adding onto this he stammered, “at least…
The fighter and the raiser. He would spend his days fighting, she would split it between fighting and nurturing. When the two come together, they complete each other. He helps her be herself, and she helps him get out of trouble.
Manuela has just discovered her love for Serafin who has been pretending to be the famed pirate, Mack the Black Macoco, in an attempt to woo her. The towns people and Manuela's fiancee, the town's mayer, Don Pedro, think he is holding her hostage in his home and carries out a rescue mission which would end in certain death for Serafin. This alternate scene I've written takes place just before Serafin is captured and after Manuela sings a ballad of love to him.
Claire couldn't believe her luck when she finally met William Strack face-to-face. He was handsome, charming, and confident; he even held the door for her. The only problem: it's hard falling for a guy who's out to kill you.
"William", a dark romance.
The world has changed, nothing is as it was. At least, that's what it seems like. People are still just as terrible as they were, if not worse. Morals have been just as abandoned as the buildings and streets. The majority of people are gone now, and sadly, it seems like only the bad people are alive. Cade has much experience with the bad people. Cade's only getting worse and worse. He questions living, and questions himself. The only thing keeping him sane is his husband Joe, but even he might not be there much longer. How much longer until the world falls apart again?
Warning: very triggering events, such as rape, flashbacks, etc.