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The Discovery

The pen is slipping from her hand and she is not able to write anything. The clock is ticking, ten minutes to go, and she is not yet done writing her exam. The examiner snatches her answer sheet. She is trembling with fear of failing the exam.

Suddenly, she is in an open field and running aimlessly with no destination in mind, losing sight of the world she left far behind, breathing heavily and finally mystically flying in the sky.

Hypnic jerk it was!, she realized, and woke up from this terrible dream. She took a sip of water from the bottle kept on the floor at the side of her bed. It was a hot night, with the fan on the ceiling of her room spinning at the speed as of Venus's about it axis!

Dawn broke and with a heavy heart she telephoned her parents once again. "This is the only thing you are supposed to do. You have spent 6 years in the medical school, and now you are refusing to pursue the profession?" yelled her dad. The misery she had been going through was the result of the conventional society norms of having a 'real profession'. They were having a daughter who was a doctor and she was having a life which would haunt her with the nightmares, like she had that night.

" We have made you a doctor. You will have all the respect in the society and good alliances for marriage have already started coming," they continued. They were not wrong, but it was hard for her to make them understand that not everyone was born to fit into the conventions of society. She was an exception and this belief was unacceptable to them. She had to choose: either her happiness or theirs. She decided to live and not just survive.

Today, happy faces are being captured by her camera professionally, stethoscope lying untouched in her closet, and 'Home' is just a contact name in her cell phone. A doctor had been made, a daughter had been lost, but the true self has been discovered.

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Written by Kaur_lovy in portal Publishing
The Discovery
The pen is slipping from her hand and she is not able to write anything. The clock is ticking, ten minutes to go, and she is not yet done writing her exam. The examiner snatches her answer sheet. She is trembling with fear of failing the exam.
Suddenly, she is in an open field and running aimlessly with no destination in mind, losing sight of the world she left far behind, breathing heavily and finally mystically flying in the sky.
Hypnic jerk it was!, she realized, and woke up from this terrible dream. She took a sip of water from the bottle kept on the floor at the side of her bed. It was a hot night, with the fan on the ceiling of her room spinning at the speed as of Venus's about it axis!
Dawn broke and with a heavy heart she telephoned her parents once again. "This is the only thing you are supposed to do. You have spent 6 years in the medical school, and now you are refusing to pursue the profession?" yelled her dad. The misery she had been going through was the result of the conventional society norms of having a 'real profession'. They were having a daughter who was a doctor and she was having a life which would haunt her with the nightmares, like she had that night.
" We have made you a doctor. You will have all the respect in the society and good alliances for marriage have already started coming," they continued. They were not wrong, but it was hard for her to make them understand that not everyone was born to fit into the conventions of society. She was an exception and this belief was unacceptable to them. She had to choose: either her happiness or theirs. She decided to live and not just survive.
Today, happy faces are being captured by her camera professionally, stethoscope lying untouched in her closet, and 'Home' is just a contact name in her cell phone. A doctor had been made, a daughter had been lost, but the true self has been discovered.
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Devin McClain-Ch 1

      It was all over the news. Summer City's golden boy was dead - the result of a car accident. Summer high had lost its most valuable player; the summer high football coach had lost his only son.  

"What are your thoughts? Do you really think it was an accident?" A local reporter had asked.

"What the hell do you mean what are my thoughts?" Arnold McClain exploded, never responding to the second question. Truth be told, he had his theories about Devin's death, including the possibility of murder. But he kept this little insight to himself. 

    

      The news of Devin's death had reached everyone's ears long before it had hit the papers - reactions varied. Some rejoiced - Devin had been a source of pain to several individuals and his death, to them, was a cause for celebration. But for most, this was no joyful event. He had led the football team to many victories, and had won over the hearts of many people. Two of these hearts happened to be those of Amber Wilks and Mckenzie 

Prince. Mckenzie Prince was Summer City's golden girl. Amber had always been the wannabe - she was always climbing the rope of popularity but never quite got to experience the sensation of getting all the way to the top. Perhaps that was a blessing in disguise. "Popularity isn't all it's cut out to be," Mckenzie always seemed to say "Amber's a fool if she thinks living this life is easy."   

    Still, Amber had won over Devin and stolen him from Mckenzie. And although they had been together for seven and a half months (having reached the half mark of the eighth month on the day of the accident) Devin's death never truly seemed to affect Amber in the way it affected Mckenzie. And perhaps this was because Devin had been Mckenzie's much longer than he had been anyone else's. 

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Devin McClain-Ch 1
      It was all over the news. Summer City's golden boy was dead - the result of a car accident. Summer high had lost its most valuable player; the summer high football coach had lost his only son.  

"What are your thoughts? Do you really think it was an accident?" A local reporter had asked.

"What the hell do you mean what are my thoughts?" Arnold McClain exploded, never responding to the second question. Truth be told, he had his theories about Devin's death, including the possibility of murder. But he kept this little insight to himself. 

    
      The news of Devin's death had reached everyone's ears long before it had hit the papers - reactions varied. Some rejoiced - Devin had been a source of pain to several individuals and his death, to them, was a cause for celebration. But for most, this was no joyful event. He had led the football team to many victories, and had won over the hearts of many people. Two of these hearts happened to be those of Amber Wilks and Mckenzie 
Prince. Mckenzie Prince was Summer City's golden girl. Amber had always been the wannabe - she was always climbing the rope of popularity but never quite got to experience the sensation of getting all the way to the top. Perhaps that was a blessing in disguise. "Popularity isn't all it's cut out to be," Mckenzie always seemed to say "Amber's a fool if she thinks living this life is easy."   
    Still, Amber had won over Devin and stolen him from Mckenzie. And although they had been together for seven and a half months (having reached the half mark of the eighth month on the day of the accident) Devin's death never truly seemed to affect Amber in the way it affected Mckenzie. And perhaps this was because Devin had been Mckenzie's much longer than he had been anyone else's. 

#fiction  #mystery  #story  #murder 
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From Love, To You

Hello Prose. I haven't written in a while because I was busy having my heart broken, repaired, and broken again. Since then I've stitched it up enough to squeeze this piece out. This is a letter I wrote to myself, from Love.

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Dear Blue,

Hello. This is Love speaking, from beyond the hallowed veil. I know your mind is leaking, so I'm here to tell a tale. Our hero is- well, that's a secret, but I'm sure you already know. Anyone else can see it, but you think that he's your foe.

Maybe he was lost in thought, but he saw an angel fall from heaven. This guy had always felt so lost, until that day, at half past seven. They shared false words for just a second, and empty words after that. By the time that it was 12:11, love came at him fast. The angel's smile burned an image, of happiness, within him. The thought of seeing her again gave him a glowing grin.

Days later, they shared more words, and he sank even deeper. As his heart flew up like a bird, he asked God, "Can I keep her? Could I have just this one love?" And then, as Fall turned into Winter, crickets chirped from up above. Their distance then began to grow, and then on January 12th, he fell from love and straight to sorrow, and saw the trap he set himself.

The angel was just a pretty girl, and his life fell all at once. The thought of love was just a lure, he realized in the passing month. In the wreck he found himself, and what he told himself was true: "You fell in love with love, you dope."

And you should know, because he's you.

With regards,

Love

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From Love, To You
Hello Prose. I haven't written in a while because I was busy having my heart broken, repaired, and broken again. Since then I've stitched it up enough to squeeze this piece out. This is a letter I wrote to myself, from Love.

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Dear Blue,

Hello. This is Love speaking, from beyond the hallowed veil. I know your mind is leaking, so I'm here to tell a tale. Our hero is- well, that's a secret, but I'm sure you already know. Anyone else can see it, but you think that he's your foe.

Maybe he was lost in thought, but he saw an angel fall from heaven. This guy had always felt so lost, until that day, at half past seven. They shared false words for just a second, and empty words after that. By the time that it was 12:11, love came at him fast. The angel's smile burned an image, of happiness, within him. The thought of seeing her again gave him a glowing grin.

Days later, they shared more words, and he sank even deeper. As his heart flew up like a bird, he asked God, "Can I keep her? Could I have just this one love?" And then, as Fall turned into Winter, crickets chirped from up above. Their distance then began to grow, and then on January 12th, he fell from love and straight to sorrow, and saw the trap he set himself.

The angel was just a pretty girl, and his life fell all at once. The thought of love was just a lure, he realized in the passing month. In the wreck he found himself, and what he told himself was true: "You fell in love with love, you dope."

And you should know, because he's you.

With regards,
Love
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graze

it was raining that night, pouring at night away from the city

the streetlamp illuminated the docks faintly, but the rain seemed to capture it in it's aquatic atmosphere

the docks seemed like they were destined to break, but frailly held up the pace of the pain. the wood was tired and creaky, still barely alive from its years

that's what it felt like out on the docks.

there were two people on the docks that night, one was a boy and the other. the other was another person.

the boy was laying face-down, barely moving and alive. there was a cut on his face and the right side of his shirt had a crude hole in it, where blood rimmed around it. his eyes were pained but relaxed

blood was washed out everywhere and it resonated with the dull radiance of the streetlight, as it were a niagara falls of some sort. it was mixed uneasily with the abundant rainwater on its surface and collecting into the ocean below

at least the side wound was bandaged

leaning on the boathouse was the other person, wounded on the side but also in the leg rashly. the culprit, a knife, was isolated along the surface of the docks. it was already infected with uncleanliness but the steel culminated the drops onto its slick surface

the other person was a girl. you probably knew that didn't you? it was obvious from the start

she enjoyed the pain, she lived for it. it was the one event that tethered the fragile human creature from the clutches of death and his scythe. it was a guilty pleasure, a violent thrill, a sadistic habit

it's almost like she couldn't stop. but the boy didn't mind, he only wanted to see her happy

he didn't care if it meant noticeable, wrenching pain or if his intestines ruptured

he got up, winced at the pain and clutched the wounded side of his body. he was taller than the girl, about a three or four inch difference from her. he kicked the knife, right by his foot, off the side of the docks

he walked slowly towards her, continuing to wince at the pain from his side. he stopped the moment he came face-to-face with her, his eyes stared down at hers

then he offered her a hand, to her bewilderment. one would usually think of outright rejection or the killing of the latter in the aftermath. but his was a kind soul that would accept the wound, no matter what they say

after a moment or two, she lowered her hand onto his. he pulled her off of the side, her left arm over his left shoulder and his right on her right shoulder. they walked to the car that was being bombed with the rain. thank goodness for the towels

once inside, he twisted the key. the car groaned then started with the lights turned on. it only takes a few moments for the heater to activate

she said that she was sorry for everything that happened. first an argument then the knife, but when push came to shove, she disabled him and plunged it in three times exactly. then he countered her and injured her as well. none of them were the innocent

he acquired her repented statement, he said sorry as well. then he closed his eyes and planted a kiss on her forehead. her eyes showed her processing what happened at that moment

the car then reversed out of the lot and drove away

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graze
it was raining that night, pouring at night away from the city
the streetlamp illuminated the docks faintly, but the rain seemed to capture it in it's aquatic atmosphere
the docks seemed like they were destined to break, but frailly held up the pace of the pain. the wood was tired and creaky, still barely alive from its years
that's what it felt like out on the docks.

there were two people on the docks that night, one was a boy and the other. the other was another person.
the boy was laying face-down, barely moving and alive. there was a cut on his face and the right side of his shirt had a crude hole in it, where blood rimmed around it. his eyes were pained but relaxed
blood was washed out everywhere and it resonated with the dull radiance of the streetlight, as it were a niagara falls of some sort. it was mixed uneasily with the abundant rainwater on its surface and collecting into the ocean below
at least the side wound was bandaged

leaning on the boathouse was the other person, wounded on the side but also in the leg rashly. the culprit, a knife, was isolated along the surface of the docks. it was already infected with uncleanliness but the steel culminated the drops onto its slick surface
the other person was a girl. you probably knew that didn't you? it was obvious from the start
she enjoyed the pain, she lived for it. it was the one event that tethered the fragile human creature from the clutches of death and his scythe. it was a guilty pleasure, a violent thrill, a sadistic habit
it's almost like she couldn't stop. but the boy didn't mind, he only wanted to see her happy
he didn't care if it meant noticeable, wrenching pain or if his intestines ruptured

he got up, winced at the pain and clutched the wounded side of his body. he was taller than the girl, about a three or four inch difference from her. he kicked the knife, right by his foot, off the side of the docks
he walked slowly towards her, continuing to wince at the pain from his side. he stopped the moment he came face-to-face with her, his eyes stared down at hers
then he offered her a hand, to her bewilderment. one would usually think of outright rejection or the killing of the latter in the aftermath. but his was a kind soul that would accept the wound, no matter what they say
after a moment or two, she lowered her hand onto his. he pulled her off of the side, her left arm over his left shoulder and his right on her right shoulder. they walked to the car that was being bombed with the rain. thank goodness for the towels

once inside, he twisted the key. the car groaned then started with the lights turned on. it only takes a few moments for the heater to activate
she said that she was sorry for everything that happened. first an argument then the knife, but when push came to shove, she disabled him and plunged it in three times exactly. then he countered her and injured her as well. none of them were the innocent
he acquired her repented statement, he said sorry as well. then he closed his eyes and planted a kiss on her forehead. her eyes showed her processing what happened at that moment
the car then reversed out of the lot and drove away
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