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coolkarniwrites · 11 months

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I want to tell the truth, but no matter how many times I try, the words won’t come out. I’m mute. No matter how hard I try, I can’t break the promise I made that day.

I was walking down the deserted street as part of my dare but I heard some screams deep inside the jungle. I went towards the noise. When I encountered a vicious crime, I was hell-bent on bringing justice to that innocent girl. They murdered and raped that immature girl in front of me.

They reeked of alcohol and the monsters I was witnessing were void of remorse. They didn't even know the girl in front of them was dead and they were stroking the corpse. The girl died with the horrifying screams that parched her throat and soul.

Suddenly, the twig beneath me twitched and they were on alert.

I hid behind the tree, my breathing heavy and my vision clouded with tears. They found me. I swear they had strong senses.

“You were not supposed to see that”-- one of them barked.

“Seems like we've one more meat to devour ”-- the other howled.

They wickedly cackled and smirked.

“Please, please leave me. I've done nothing to you. Please spare me”-- I begged.

Crying and begging those monsters to spare me was the toughest task.

I guess one of them recognized me, I don't know how.

I was in a wailing trance, wishing and hoping and praying for my life.

They told me if I keep my mouth shut and won't tell this to anybody they wouldn't touch me and would spare me.

Even in the haze, I hesitated to say yes because that would mean I'm saving these monsters.

They sensed the energy shift and one of them was coming towards me in the slow strides.

My whole life flashed before me. As I felt the presence of the monster approaching me, I knew I had to make a decision: to remain silent and save my own life, or to speak out and potentially risk it.

I knew that speaking out would be a risk, but at the same time, I was afraid of the consequences I would face if I stayed silent. In the end, I decided it was best to make a deal with the devil and hope that it would protect me from any harm.

In the end, I gave my word and said out loud, "MY LIPS ARE SEALED".

It can be difficult to cope with the guilt of not being able to live up to one's own expectations, especially when that person had been so motivated and determined in the past. The feeling of being trapped in a life that's no longer fulfilling can be overwhelming, and it can be hard to find a way out. It’s been 2 weeks since this happened and I already dreaded my choice and attempt to save myself. My death would have been easier than living up to this word. I wish for my speedy demise. I hate that I can't break those 4 words that destroyed me.

#coolkarnialization #coolkarni #writing prompts #aesthetic #scribbledstories #literature #writer #writinglife #amwriting #tumblr #tublr girls #artists on tumblr

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akareddy · 2 years

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A verse of feelings

When time passed with feelings suppressed, I let myself believe that it was just a myth.

But that one encounter changed everything.

I tried barring the doors and bolting the windows

but those feelings came crashing in like a tornado.

I couldn't betray myself anymore for I had been wronged.

Yet I couldn't tell you how I felt, for you're a good person and a good friend I would want to cherish till the very end.

#scribbledstories #friendship #love poetry #poetry #short poem

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sadiya933 · 2 years

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"Let's see who'll win the day today " the spectators argued.

The sun fireced stronger , The moon grinned wider , the stars twinkled brighter , the darkness got deeper, the galaxies gleamed vibrant nd

The competition was defeated by the unutterable contestants.

#writing prompt #poetry #poets corner #microtales #scribbledstories #prompts #poems on tumblr

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angelwithdevilsoul · 2 years

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hridyas · 3 years

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The school bus

Its been 9 years but still i remember the day i met you for the first time. We were in our seventh grade. That wednesday evening on my way back to home. I was playing with the kindergarden children in my bus and u were watching to playing crazily with them. The way you looked at me i broke out laughing and just to cope up with the awkwardness i asked ur name. And that was the begining... And today 3years after our break up i never thought that innocent smile would be the one to break my heart.

#scribbledstories #submission

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harshisposts · 3 years

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Those were the days I counted my smiles and stayed in pain,

I tried all the ways to be better.

to say fact, to be better away from you.

I know you didn't need me anymore, but I was in need of you more, when you were gone...

all I said to myself was, "you will be back" and.." you will love me again"

but the fact is, you will never come back and you will never love me.

I kept your every moment in my hand, to know about you just because, to accept the false that, you are so much better for me.

but... why are you not looking for me, when you said you loved me!

that question stuck in mind.

may be I didnt know that,

I should let you go, by taking care of my dog.

I should let you go, by falling in my hobbies.

I should let you go, by living my life.

I should let you go, by accepting truth!

but, after my work and chores are over

I fall on my bed and hold my pillow cry and cry by rememebering you.

I got to know that if there is a second left for me I would think about you.

Is this smile hurting me so much, but i really wanted smile now though it hurts

but one thing I kept in my mind... you will move on and I did by accepting truth

#scribbledstories #instagram

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livinedart · 3 years

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Lines Inspired by @juanitoalive #line #lines #scribbledstories (at Vaniampara) https://www.instagram.com/p/CPNpkeRhHoK/?utm_medium=tumblr

#line #lines #scribbledstories

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valiantgothcloudpony · 3 years

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To dear Hazel grace,

I really don't have words to express my love for you. You really owe a special space in my heart. You were not bothered about making a scar in the world before you leave, you were not afraid of being forgotten . You were afraid of hurting people you love. You always thought you will be a grenade to people you love. You thought your mom, dad, gus , all of them will be devastated after your death. You feared they will not live their life because of you. But in real you are not a grenade hazel, you are the purest soul i have ever met fictionally.

You were so different and the beautiful thing is that you accept yourself as it is. You are not bothered about other people's pitty sympathy on you. You already know your days are numbered, still you don't worry about your life. You know cancer is something growing within you and will eat you whole. You feared to love people because you thoughts made you believe you will blast on them and will kill them with the pain.

Hazel, you were so lucky to have such beautiful people like gus, your mom and dad in your life. You never made effort to narrate your love story to the world, you wanted them to yours and wanted to end with your lifes. When gus left you without a word, you found hope in your love for him, you were heartbroken still you hoped to do something for him. You always tried your best keep him alive with your love, with your life and he continued living with you in our hearts.

The important thing you taught me is that we don't have to be healthy to have a clear vision of your own life, and you don't have to live long to love someone unconditionally. You did everything perfectly as you could to help gus, your mom and dad. You always found happiness in people whom you love. And you successfully watered happiness in everyone's life, even in the life of peter van houten. And that's why i love you so much. I love how you accept the reality. I love how you do things to make people happy and the things you do for yourself.

And i am not sad for your death, because i know you lived your life to your best.

With lots of love

Vaidehi

@__.dazed

#positive thoughts #scribbledstories

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mrsveejimoh · 3 years

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...a message from a bathroom stall in the women’s bathroom. Swipe for the original message💖 How many of us have been in a bar or club and read a message like this one scribbled on a wall? I know I have. I wish I could thank the woman who wrote this because it was a message I needed to read. No one is as encouraging, giving, supportive, uplifting, complimentary, and inspiring than women. We all need reminders that we are fierce, loved, seen, heard, needed, and beautiful. Share this in your stories and tag your lady friends to inspire them just as the author of this post inspired me. Make it a goal to support and encourage women today for #pinkwednesday #onwednesdayswewearpink #herstory #whm #scribbledstories #womenhistorymonth #supportwomen #humpdayvibes #midweekmotivation #choosingjoy (at Hoptinger - Five Points) https://www.instagram.com/p/CMhTgSRllDU/?igshid=1ti8tobqsxmhz

#pinkwednesday #onwednesdayswewearpink #herstory #whm #scribbledstories #womenhistorymonth #supportwomen #humpdayvibes #midweekmotivation #choosingjoy

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saturningchaos · 3 years

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this is what scares me the most

#scribbledstories #on instagram #this feels too personal ugh

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shresth · 3 years

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Change brings uncomfortable situations which allows us to get to know and understand ourselves better,

Lately these circumstances arouse changes but with no one to admire

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Not even those who forged us to change

#musings #scribbledstories

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therabinscripts · 3 years

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❤️ #poetrylovers #englishlines #scribbledstories #ttt #scoopwhoop #evening #couples #loveislove #englishquotesnotes #lovequotesforher #rabinscript #writerscommunity #writerslife #writingcommunity#love #quotes #poetrycommunity #writersofinstagram #life #poem #pyaar #mohabbat #ishq #pyarkiyehekkahani (at Mumbai - The City of Dreams) https://www.instagram.com/p/CKscBw6lHVQ/?igshid=1tbxtisfmh8bh

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sadiya933 · 2 years

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"Please adopt this girl sir " she pushed the girl towards the couple.

"I'm sorry" but , we expect a boy . The man replied

The girl was exposed to the bitter truth of not being home yet.

#scribbledstories #submit #microtale

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04xxforlorn · 3 years

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That child :) @ttt_official @thescribbledstories @bhuvan.bam22 #poetrycommunity #poetry #musings #scribbledstories #terriblytinytales https://www.instagram.com/p/CKqz-n_gKt5/?igshid=wo8m9ot4kg15

#poetrycommunity #poetry #musings #scribbledstories #terriblytinytales

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angelwithdevilsoul · 3 years

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Me: Life filled with people sucks

Her: With people, you get to see every nature of human emotion that’s alive.

Me: *totally ignoring her* Life would have been perfect if people could only give birth to dogs instead of more humans.

I can bet on a million dollars or may be more (only if I had that much) that animals are truly way better than humans. Who’s with me on this?

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