filled the air.
Not a word,
through her body,
inside her head,
crushed a dozen bones,
and gouged out,
He observed from afar,
Choosing to remain,
The centrum of the Simrishamn city was crowded today. I was hoping on getting some me time and not be troubled by the terrible music that filled the arena. Everyone seemed to be enjoying the Swedish singer’s moaning, but I had to get away. The jazz was slowly killing my buzz.
You may think that I am total moron for saying that, but I believe that a writer’s volcano of creativity erupts depending upon the setting and music. Sadly, my taste in music is fickle and I can never decide what I like the most.
I was determined to find the quietest coffee-shop that did not have an adjoining bar. Yes, that is what happens when you decide to drink coffee in Europe. There is always that bar that comes along with the deal. I am not a huge fan of bars or anything remotely related to it.
My legs were begging me to find that perfect spot in this amazingly cozy corner to start my new novel. Maybe God had different plans for me today and I had to cramp myself in the common table with an extremely hot guy one side and a potentially lesbian female on the other. Not that I am against gayness or anything, I am an uncomfortable person and I always love to stay away from people, generally.
I opened my brand new copy of the Maze Runner and smiled at the mere perfection of it. I rummaged through my knapsack to find my pouch and as I yanked the zip open, I found two blue gel pens and a broken pencil. Neither of which could be used to inscribe my name and the date of purchase on the front page. It was a trying day, indeed.
She stood at the entrance of the unlit room, blood pumped through her rattled veins as the darkness engulfed her as its own. Her sweaty hands groping for the light switches as her heart thumped ridiculously in her chest.
Life surged into her as the room became ablaze with the few lamps that adorned the side-wall, she was not supposed to be there, especially not at this untimely hour.
She delved her hand into one of her deepest pockets and fished out a pen-drive device, sweat beads began decorating her forehead, what she was about to do could change the course of her future and the company’s too.
But she convinced herself that everyone makes rabid decisions when one’s career is at stake, this was her last shot at rising from the ashes and she wasn’t about chicken out in the last minute.
Meticulously, she plugged the device into Coulson’s Macbook, hacking into his computer was child’s play, his password turned out to be romylovescoulson after three obvious attempts! She couldn’t help but giggle when she scooted into the system and copied the files from the folder – Fury’s Cube.
This post is also for Three Word Wednesday & Five Sentence Fiction (Lillie McFerrin)
I don’t believe in new beginnings, especially at the birth of a new year. Why should I change myself or list out resolutions once we shift from one year to another? The notion seems ridiculous to me. Although January was a special month for me as I count back an incident that happened years ago. (Now rejuvenated with the Hobbit Movies) It was when I was in my eighth grade and completely in love with Orlando Bloom. (He played the character of Legolas the Elf) That was the time when my friends and I were OBSESSED WITH THE LORD OF THE RINGS movie series. And obsessed does not even begin to encompass the insanity.
Coincidentally, Orlando’s birthday fell on January the thirteenth. We used to celebrate it with all the sweet goodies and a good old marathon of the LOTR trilogy. It surprises me when I recall that journey which used to be a crucial part of my life. Not that I don’t obsess over shows or movies now, but it was a whole other level back then.
And now I sit behind a laptop, clad in my comfy jeans, typing away this ludicrous episode, telling the world that I am not intimidated by the New Year. Nothing is going to stop what is about to come or what we are fated to face. Treat it like any other year, numbers should not matter anymore.
"Not that a story needs to be long, but it will take a long while to make it short." Henry David Thoreau
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