His holy words, not. Chapter one: Hunger

 

*** Chapter one: Hunger ***

Faith; is a way of salvation for some, and a way of deceiving for others, a pain for some, a relief for others, a portal to get closer to the truth, or an escape to get further from the unknown… only those who can distinguish, will know for certain that faith sometimes is just a personal perspective, which can be imperfect, and never immaculate.

The moon was full, hiding partially behind the cloud, maybe reflecting a caveat, or an upcoming goodness, and as it’s standing there firmly in the sky, those with empty tummies were waiting at the church’s gate, desperately for their meal.

Hundreds of people of all classes always attend that church, for events, prayers, performing rites, promoting a politician, not just to fulfill their faith, but to cherish the presence of “Mikal”, a young charismatic priest with massive knowledge as alleged by plenty. He gathers people all the time, not just occasionally, to preach among them, to influence them, to deliver them a message of his own, like a prophet, a God-sent.

Suggestions, The last chapter: I saw you in my dreams

 

Through my dreams you shall see, the pain that I lurked, the things that I’ve seen, and never survived, lots of thorns wrapped around the vines of my heart, letting no one in, hardly anyone, but you, amongst all, could access, could embrace how ugly I was, how ugly I might’ve became, you could witness the monster that I hid, deeper in the will where water dried and sounds echo.

Suggestions, Chapter four: Where peace lingers

 

Within time, we fathom that one of our permanent allies was forever a quiet nemesis, gloating at us in silence, loathing every breath we exhale,

and dragging us into the furthest depths, where no scream can shatter glass, but only able to shatter our hearts, it drags us deep into a void, where you no longer recognize yourself anymore, maybe, you should’ve given up that cursed friendship, maybe, it’s all your fault; the fault of becoming a maimed version of yourself, or… Maybe, you should try sticking to the walls where your sorrow sink, and climb up your veins until you reach the summit, on which you can see the bigger picture and finally, escape…

Fading ink, Chapter two: Nora's disclosure

 

 “Elif! Are you okay? I’m sorry, I really am, please, respond to me!”

The moon is my witness, Chapter two: the rebirth

 

All her dreams suddenly became true, the ravens sought for their queen as shall she pass by and giver her blessings over everyone in the cemetery; where dead souls and bodies unite, words are no longer uttered, and where life is proven as volatile, and betraying. The cemetery was her definite spot she pledges to inhabit, in spite of her trials of blooming, however, looms the cosmos a darker lilac sky with a blood moon ready to be presented at her plate, and no other fate was her choice, either to succumb to her addressed apocalypse or remain dystopian for the rest of her life.

The moon is my witness, Chapter one: the giver

 

It’s a bittersweet taste, a polarized feeling that could sink oneself into the darkest depth unconsciously,

what if I didn’t warn anyone on the launching ship about a shark coming closer to the port’s shore, what if I muffled that in my chest and accepted an unwanted fate, for some, but for me, it would be a blessing rather than a curse,

Theater, chapter two: Secrets

 

Under the surface of everything, shall lurk many screams and whispers, shall lurk treasures, corpses, faces and repressed wills and intentions, under the surface of a soil shall lurk a seed, growing a glow tree that never shines or blooms unless those who can see within things access around. Those who only have pure transparency.

She told me she's in trouble before, chapter II: birds on the battlefield

 

All the reports were cancelled because the family lives under threatens from the father and his family, he gave out few prayers and I left the building and my heart was shattered like a strong and thickened glass falling from a high building and causing a lot of noises…

She told me she's in trouble before, chapter I: the flight

 

Nothing was as weirdly beautiful as the way we both met, loathingly looking at each other at the train station, carrying our college books that aren’t well-sorted and heading back home. It was a sunny day, I looked at her eyes, described unfairly in words as following, wide, thick and long eye-lashed eyes hiding behind a lot of scenes witnessed either agonizing or cherishing calling me through my compulsive urge to translate people and somehow solve their problems if they deserve that.

Unwillingly silent rather than being beheaded, chapter II: the notebook of Ava

Quick recap: Carmen boarding school witnessed a brutal incident a day before, seeing a student whose smiles were definitely hiding secrets behind cut and leaking blood into a plastic bag, while the students were frightened to death hence happened to have intense and quite irritating nightmares by night, Rita was the one thirsty for more and thrived to take the notebook of Ava where she let all details repressed out. The words are now on ventilation before Rita’s naked eyes, reading them and learning more riddles that could lead to solid evidences transiting to a case of protection surrounding the students and an avenging of a murderer who once killed an innocent spirit, but, do you think she’s innocent as well? 

The potion, Chapter II: The healer

 

We once were fetuses inside of our mothers, a flesh growing until it comes out to the world, breathing, crying and seeing for the first time. once we’re born, we get named, and we get to be unknowingly attached to destinies that no normal mortal can anticipate, only sensitive people with sensitive spirits are fully eligible to see within you and detect your special ability.

Sarah is one of them. Since the family just got updated about that serial killer she pointed out for the police that night, they started doubting

The potion, chapter one: The captivator

The grounds were heating up gradually meanwhile the sun is rising over the horizon, the seas’ mists were warm, all life beings were submitting to the nature, dead plants rotted and became fertilizers for the soils, hence, helped another seeds to give out their internals and bloom referring to a resuscitation of poetic elements, where people can seek hope and life through, the sweat drop fallen over the disk whereas Sarah is studying, feeling hot in that unbearable global warming event hitting the entire world, that sweat drop is such another submission, implying that even though you might have means to escape the consequences it still find ways to access you and pull down the lever, once it happens, your eyes become wide open, ultimately seeing things no one else witnesses, at that moment you just become sure that nature is very strong, and has in it, a lot of hidden treasures you might not be aware of. You just have to be prepared.

Empty shoes, chapter one: temples

Some people wish to fly to the moon metaphorically and some seriously want such an event to occur into reality. Martha became not fond of any of these two mentioned above, she just wanted her reality to be as good as she wants because since she was disappointed severally she stopped lucid dreaming and focused more on what’s happening in here and now. But what exactly does she want to have to make her satisfied?

Daria, Chapter one: Back to December

 

Chapter one: back to December

 

“Remember that voids dwelling you, will never possibly fade away, they will keep consuming you till no end”

 

Winter is her favorite season, when the climate is cold, cold enough to cool down her chest burns, her darkest thoughts, as well as her fingertips…

The narcissist and the pitiful

 

It ended with remorse...
As if I was born accustomed to agony...

Hereby I'm sitting amongst the prisoners, who were accused of murdering, robbing and harrassing...

Gazing long at their tattooed shoulders and long dirty nails that look like animals claws, even animal claws are way better than this disgusting sight!

Anti-suffrage

 

and while i was googling about feminism movement in 20th century

 i found that women are sometimes the main enemy of themselves 

The chase

 

The chase

“You have no obligations towards people who command you to do what they want you to do, not what you entirely desire.”

Time was running out; they were getting me ready to an unacceptable wedding party, taking me to a mall, buying me a dress like if I were their doll, a doll has no single right to say ‘yes’ or ‘no’…

Reincartaned Leo

 

Nothing lures me more than the sight of the ocean at night,

Whereas the moon is right pulled up onto the horizon,

 

Ready to show up as a discreet company for whom wants to share a secret,

To warn you sometimes of a becoming danger...

Reincarnated Leo

The basket baller

 

If I would choose a line or a slogan for my life it wouldn't be otherwise transparency.

No one actually sees me or insinuate a positive intention towards me... everyone is skipping my name during hangouts and my name is totally ignored except for sports timing...

Cadaver 2020 movie analysis

 

This article is specifically classified for mystery lovers, for whom prefers indirect messages, puzzles, oddness and dark climates.

Therefore, "Cadaver 2020" is not a regular movie to pose, as the rate of visual food lies there according to the tense is beyond glory, quite similar to dream interactions over you.