My World

"Yes you may," hissed Darkness, kindly. She was in love with Darkness, but sometimes she missed her homeland. So Darkness made a huge Keyhole for her and whenever she felt nostalgic, she would stand there like forever, looking at the evening sky. Rusty Oranges, Pearly Pinks, Sky Blues would fill the sky as cotton candy like clouds would slowly float past her eyes, the dying sun illuminating its lastest rays on her face.  "Time for dinner, My Sapphire," Darkness hissed out .  Smiling, she turned around, twirling to the black rectangular table to have their crescent-light dinner, surrounded by glittering stars. 

Jo scored another basket. Why couldn't his dad have brought his mum too? Why did he have to leave his Mum and come to Japan? It started to rain but he didn't care if he got soaked and sick in the end. He wanted to cry but his eyes were dry. He stood outside his house, wondering what school would be like.      "Jo! Let's go inside now!" said his Dad out of nowhere. How long had his Dad been standing outside? Was he keeping a watch on Jo this entire time? Was he doing this out of care or pity?      "Last basket!" said Jo, doing a lay-up.      "Sleep on time, you've got school tomorrow," said his Dad as he put the towel on Jo's head.      "Sleep tight," he whispered. Jo took his old black bag to school the next day. It was a good sunny day. He was in form C. He had heard rumors at his entry test day about his grade, 9C-The Cursed Grade. Why did I have to be put in a cursed class! he thought miserably. There w

Jupiter is under attack. Help is needed-what to do? Oh look, so many blondes! But they're dumb-that's all we need... Welcome to the Art of Novel Writing, where you create, where you give commands, where you rule! Your little self-created Queendom. And it's not even expensive-only a pile of papers and lots of pens and a comfy place to dissolve yourself and explore. The only hardship is that it is Time-Consuming. You always have to keep check or else it would either be your fantasies or your studies. Next, you have to find Spot(s) to do your writing in-you have to be wide-awake-let the ideas flow. Novel Writing gives you the Freedom of creating your own Language. A Freedom you can't have in Reality for it's only a Beautiful Lie. Freedom. But your little Queendom is at your mercy only.

Anahita shoved things in her bag. She put in all the necessary things, a comb, her mother's necklace, a mirror, and an extra pair of shoes. She was trembling as she shoved things in her bag. She could still hear painful screams outside her room. She grabbed the rope, attached it to her bed and climbed down the window. She took one look at her massacred house and then ran towards the walled garden. It wasn't a good escape plan but atleast it was safer and might allow her to live a bit longer in this unexplored, untouched, orderly, deep, wild garden. She put the necklace round her neck. It was a navigator.       "Run deep down into the garden if you ever feel troubled," her mother's words echoed through the green walled garden. She recognized the poison flowers. It was night time, the necklace shone, showing her the way. Suddenly, a strong wind blew in her direction and her long hair got caught in one of the trees. She could hear footsteps running towards h

It was a beautiful turn of events when I got the chance of touring Kalaam, the northern pride of Pakistan-Paradise on Earth. Our van got stuck in the traffic on the drive up the rocky mountain so we had to walk until the road was cleared. It was autumnly sunny. The gushing of the river on either sides had a sense of sweetness, a sign of welcoming guests. The city was surrounded by tall trees and cloud touching mountains. I would often take my backpack and explore the alive giant mountains of Kalaam. There were apple trees and tomato fields. The drizzling music and the honey sweet smell would automatically drive my legs towards the tempting, unseen nature. Upon reaching my destination, I would see water tumbling down hillsides in a series of mini water falls. The water would tinkle in a laughing sort of way and I would imagine that this was the sort of place fairies might live in. The grey rocks would be slippery as I would cross the stream. I had to be careful not to fall and wo

I think I was more excited about going on the trip than the students! The only problem we faced was 'where to go?' So we made a voting system and voila! Lake View Park! I expect the students to behave themselves while we are on our trip because last time it was literally hide-and-seek! I bring a mat with me and a few pillows for the trip. Right now, we are sitting in the bus, speeding to the park. Luckily, there is no traffic since it's a Monday. The students look very excited and full of energy and so does my friend Nurşen and so do I! It will be a one heaven of a day! The bus comes to a stop in front of a big black gate. I instruct the students to carefully step down the bus and quietly stand in a line. We decide to split in two groups as it is easier to control. We settle to meet at the big fountain-the final point. I take my group the opposite side of where Nurşen's group is going. The girls in my group tend to be more into their phones so I take them away.

Writing about one's self can actually be pretty hard, no? I mean, are you being humble about yourself or just boasting about your achievements? People can be very judgmental so one has to be careful what or how they express themselves. Or maybe not! You only live once so takes risks. I could be a wandering soul lost in an endless abyss or just a wretched soul tortured by the negativities of this world. But since you are here, you would soon realize that I am a different character for everyone. Everyone knows a different side of me, never the same. Welcome to my little world where I have rules of my own, where all four seasons come together, where Darkness is more appreciated than Light, where questions are always answered, where villains get what they deserve, where lies are illusion and justice is religion, where everything is a magical dream-too good to come true. I think you would feel more comfortable if i start off with my appearance. I wonder if dark brown eyes are consi

Light and Life; Light is to Soul, Life is to Mind. I am a Drop of Cosmos, I am Part of this Universe. Night and Dusk; Night is to Mind, Dusk is to Soul. I am a Drop of Cosmos, I am Part of this Universe. Freedom and Cage; Freedom is to Night, Cage is to Dusk. I am a Drop of Cosmos, I am Part of this Universe. Keyhole and Prisoner; Keyhole is to Freedom, Prisoner is to Cage. I am Knowledge of Light and Wisdom of Life.

Humans, Learned, Foolish, Defying, Contradicting Loving, Highly Sentimental, Sometimes Emotionless, Devils.

When she was young, young, young, young, I would pull out my tongue, tongue, tongue, tongue. Then she would weep, weep, weep, weep. Till she went to sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep. Immortal is Time, I head to my empty house. "Mean boy!" she had said. Chuckling at the Memory, Hands and Feet bare, No gloves, No socks, No blankets, just hair. As Lovely as Night, Very Charming at Sight. I am Jack, Raven Black. There's always a Key, To click open the heart Free. Never run, Just follow your sun. Don't worry, what you leave behind, Everything shall be fine, for you are the Spirit of Wind. Oh boy! What a joy! Inside my heart, it's still dark, Outside my heart, i still gotta work. My Dreams have always been warm, She has never been a harm.

I was nine at the time. At the back of our house was a park. BTW our house had two gates. One at the front which opened to our street and the other at the back which led to the park. At the far end, to the left of the park was a SpookyStreet with broken stairs.    We were a group of three girls: My sister Khadijah, Our friend Laiba and I. One evening we decided to invade the SpookyStreet. There was a graveyard in front of our back-gate which connected to the SpookyStreet. Rumors were that a fat lady monster lived up there.   The BigBoys in the park were playing cricket so nobody bothered to stop three little girls making their way up the broken stairs to the monster’s den. We looked around for any sign of ghosts but there was nothing of the sort.      “There’s no monster here! It’s just trees!” I said and signaled to go back to our world.       “Wait! Look at that!” said Laiba, pointing at something.      “Is that a Swaaaaaaan!” I heard Khadijah’s surprised tone.

Ever heard of the phrase ‘Digging your own grave?’ Because that’s literally what I’m doing right now. I hope all this works out because this is where the zigzag circle is drawn. I’m supposed to bury this dead-man in this spot. I hope that I don’t get pushed in it. You might be wondering how I could be pushed when I’m all alone in this graveyard. Believe me, there’re stranger things going on in this world than you might think. A few hours ago, I had happily stepped in an ancient-looking bookstore at the corner of my street. The store was dimly lit and smelt like pepper-mint. I looked around, reading blurbs when an odd book caught my attention. I literally felt attracted towards it. I picked it up and felt its cover. It wasn’t only wooden but smelt like it too! The cover had zigzag patterns carved in it. But like I said, It was odd. It wouldn’t open. It had a lock in its center. The bookkeeper might have seen me looking curiously at the book because he came over and handed me

Death is what Defines me. Let me sing you a Lullaby to Death, Enough Evil in broad Daylight. You create Insulted Chaos everyday, Look up at the sky, Darkness Shines everywhere, everywhere Shines Darkness. Sky filled with stars, look! Everyday Chaos is insulted by you. Daylight springs Evil but enough is enough! Death shall be your Lullaby, So let Me sing you a Lullaby to Death.

Everytime when I, Remember things from, The past, It was a nice place, With some bitter memories. So then I step out, And feel life. All my sorrows dissolve, In this humid air. And when the seagulls fly over, It is so peaceful. And when the wind blows, All my tension is blown away. And as I walk on the wet sand, My shoulders feel light. And when I look at the calm waves, Musically moving up and down, All my problems seem, So far away. Doesn't life too, Plays musically up and down ? Only a bit unpredictable ! So why fret and worry yourself with stress and depression ? Look around you, Living examples, Of life everywhere. Hey, Look up at the sky ! See that sun ? It's shinin' even in the winters ! So Smile my Dear, Smile and Stay Happy !