Finish the story below. Tag your open letter 'storytime' so I (and others) can find it.
"It feels like I'm fading away, she said. If tomorrow was my last day here, nobody would even notice. She took another sip from her drink..."
"Something has got to change" she yells at him. "I can't take it anymore. It has gone too far. No more. NO MORE!! Babe we're walking tonight because you totalled our only car three days ago! Not only that but I almost lost you. How you walked out of that wreck without a scratch is a miracle. Well you know they say it's usually the drunk driver who survives the crash because their bodies aren't so stiff. I guess that's what happened to you. So no, I don't want to stop at the bar right now. We're going home sober".
By Kinky Eskimo
"Something has got to change," she yells at him. "I can't take it anymore. It has gone too far. No more. NO MORE!!....."
He looks at her. Sighs. "OK. Whatever. I'm off. I mean it." He feels tired for all the fights with her in couple of months. It has taken his energy too much. He quickly goes to the bedroom to pack his belonging.
"No. You can't just walk off like that." She followed him.
"What do you want now?" Now he yells at her.
She faintly smiles. "Let's have the last drink. A good goodbye."
He stands, looking to her eyes carefully. Her eyes are getting bigger. Strange excitement. She gives a sign to wait and within a minute she returns. Two glasses of champagne. The sme...
"Something has got to change, she yells at him. I can't take it anymore. It has gone too far. No more. NO MORE!!....." she screamed as it created a vivid, silencing echo across the room.
What happened next was a war of words between a clueless good girl and a head-strong, male chauvinistic boy.
She wanted to wring the male ego out of him.
Only time could decipher the impending conversation.
She said : you will probably never forget... that you are a historic-fool, senseless-jerk and a crazy dumb fool.
She was hell-bent on revealing his fate in front of his ,so called "the" girl friends.
His inevitable fate seemed to be written all over her face.
She smirked at his helplessness.
Barish ki bundain girti hi zameen par or bhiga deti hai dharti ke daaman ko....
Bundain barish ki zinda kar jati hai mitti ki sondhi si khushu ko....
zindgi shuru hoti hai mitti se or mil jati hai usi me hi kahin....
Bejaan to mitti bhi hoti hai par zindgi mil jati hai usay bundon se miltay hi....
" ehsaas zindgi ka is kadar bejaan hai pyar k bina or muquammal hai pyar k miltay hi "
😄Jaan hai mitti😘
😘 pyar hi barish ki bundain😍
"Something has got to change" she yells at him.
"I can't take it any more.It has gone too far.No more,No more!"
He wipes her brow with a cool cloth.
"It will be soon ,he reassures her ,one more big push ,you can do it".
The midwife reassures her she is doing well and if she can give one last push their baby will be born.
He holds her hand tight and counts as she pushes.
He sees a head covered in dark hair slide its way into the world.
Tears fill his eyes," you did it my darling,she's been born"
He kisses her softly,"I love you"
Não. Mais não. Não pode ser. Isto não pode continuar assim! Temos que nos encontrar como já nos encontrámos e entendemos!!temos que ser o que somos sem que pareçamos desconhecidos . A verdade irrefutável é que nos amamos, e a verdade mais terrível é saber que estamos a passar por uma má fase, em que mal conseguimos falar a mesma língua. Mas já andamos nas aulas e havemos de ser poliglotas para nos entendermos em qualquer altura, sempre; por tanto nos amarmos...
Something has got to change, she yells at him. I can't take it anymore. It has gone too far. No more.. No more. Each and every work of the house I have to do myself. Besides I have to bear the abuses of your Mom . You engaged no maid to help me. Our children are too like VIPs. You are coming late in a drunkard state. Using me like a machine. One thing you have to remember " I'm your wife, your concept of wife is wonderful instrument for enjoyment that I can't bear anymore ".
She yelled but to no avail.
He was busy with his laptop
She was thinking what is that
Which is holding her back from parting ways with him.
She took a long breathe & tears rolled down from her eyes.
She was remembering the memories of their marriage,
Those seven bows which he has promised to her.
The birth of their first child.
Everything was so different back then,
He was crazy for her
But now time has changed
So his priorties
She cried all night
&he realized what he want from his life
He bend upon his knees
& hold her hand to gave her the diamond ring
& proposed her with a smile
& hold his ears & promised
He will never over work & ignore his family
He loves her &their kids
Whatever he wa...
Finish this story below and tag your letter 'storytime'. Leave a comment below when you're done.
"Something has got to change, she yells at him. I can't take it anymore. It has gone too far. No more. NO MORE!!....."
Once upon a time, there lived a girl who loved the world.
But then she grew up and saw the horror of it all. She saw cruelty and violence--but most of all, she saw humans at their worst.
Now the little girl is no more. She dances in the moonlight and chants her melancholic songs. No matter how much pain she went through, she knows there's still beauty in the twilight. She takes refuge in knowing that she's the daughter of the moon.
Log kehte hai dil toot kar juda nahi karta....
par logo ko usi se khelne me maza kyu ata hai....
:( :'( :( :_(
Khuda tune ye dil banaya hi kyu gar tuje todna hi tha....
naseeb me likha na jaane kya tunay jo juda ussay hona hi tha....
darshk banke dekhte reh gaye hum or dil fisal k gir gaya....
tukde bhi hue itne ki dil bhi ab dil na raha....
socha ki koshish karte hai jod de isko....
par tukde hue itne ki koshish koshish hi bn gai....
hath lagaya tukde ko to zakhm hi usne de diya....
khafa bhi kya hotay hum ussay dil bhi naadan apna hi tha....
💓 Dil samhal ja zara, phir mohobbat karne chala hai tu 😘
💕 love is a most beautiful feel in this wor...
Whilst he was feeling better something was still giving him anxiety.
He couldn't understand what it was until he opened that book.
Something fell out and as he picked it up from the ground he felt tears prick his eyes.
It was a photograph of all the team.
It was signed with personal messages for him.
As he read them he felt something shift inside him.
He had cut them out of his life,not returned their calls when they left messages.
He hadn't wanted them to see him as he was and he had been frightened they would feel sorry for them and he did not want their pity.
A feeling of sadness washed over him ,it was tinged with shame.
His team mates were not like that,they would not pity him,...
While he was feeling better.. Something was still giving him anxiety. He couldn't understand what it was until he opened that book. Something fell out and as he picked it up from the ground. Turning it towards the other side he saw the roughly folded envelope which still had that letter. A smile lighted up his face as his wrinkled face changed it's expressions. He slowly looked at the photo frame that rested over the wall. Her smile again brought him a few tears as he opened the old piece of paper, adoring every fold it had. Carefully he placed it over the book and read it for the umpteenth time,
It's hard to spend these remaining days without you. The more I look at you photo th...
While he was feeling better.Something was still giving him anxiety. He couldn't understand what it was until he opened that book. Something fell out and as he picked it up from the ground, his hands began to tremble. It was the last letter written by Radha to him that she was going to Bombay with Raju.
He thought ' How soon our love story met it's end. Everything was well until Raju entered between us. By somehow he trapped her. I wouldn't curse you Radha but surely pray for you. Be happy wherever you are! That's only I wish "
He didn't want to read the letter again as more than thousand times he read that letter already. He put it back in the book while tears rolled ...
While he was feeling better.. Something was still giving him anxiety. He couldn't understand what it was until he opened that book. Something fell out and as he picked it up from the ground. He felt a twinge in his gut. This was the very book she gave him during their last meet. Could this be.... even before he could finish his thought. He knew the answer for what was bothering him.
Something had ached in him for days now, but at this moment his pain seared. He wanted to scream loud, throw a punch, he desperately wanted to let it out, but his body refused. Just like she refused to give him a choice. She had made up her mind, she had said her goodbye in her letter. A choice she took to ease...
"While he was feeling better... Something was still giving him anxiety. He couldn't understand what it was until he opened that book. Something fell out and as he picked it up from the ground..."
It was an old Polaroid photo. It depicted what appeared to be a scene taken from the window of a house. Behind the glass was an old dusty road, with a large tree with bare branches. In the background behind the road was a landscape of dry cracked dirt, and in the distance the visage of one or two other houses could be seen. Framing this bleak landscape was the window frame - chipped white paint, steaks of dust. He noticed the bottom part of the frame had dozens of nails hammered in.
...E ele apanhou do chão um papel amarrotado, a cheirar a bolor mas com um ligeiro trago a alecrim. Era um recado. Um recado para ele vindo dos céus. Um recado miraculoso que acabou por lhe extinguir a ansiedade que lhe latejava no peito.
Ele estava de luto e não deixava de estar de luto em constante luta com ansiedade. Aquele recado ou aquele recado vieram trazer-lhe de volta a liberdade de raciocinar credível e pacientemente e lembrar-se de que há uma vida toda pela frente, mesmo que o luto exista e mesmo que se esteja de luto por dentro (quiçá para sempre); no entanto o luto é para que lutemos também por nós !
E assim dizia o bilhete:
Quando for não irei. Estarei sempre por...
Prompt by Martha - Story Time
While he was feeling better.. Something was still giving him anxiety. He couldn't understand what it was until he opened that book. Something fell out and as he picked it up from the ground, he could look into her eyes as if she was present right in front of him.
He started a conversation, he narrated all the past stories and laughed, cried, danced and fell flat to the ground lost and numb. It was her photograph. She was the one who gave him strength in all walks of his life. It's been 10 years.
Finish the story for me please? ;]
Tag your letter 'storytime'.
"While he was feeling better.. Something was still giving him anxiety. He couldn't understand what it was until he opened that book. Something fell out and as he picked it up from the ground...