What am I doing ? I haven't done anything big yet , I have promised my dad that they will be proud of me some day but maybe I am just a disappointment for all , I just write and write and write and suddenly it's a blank , a dead end ..
My hands were shaking constantly and I could felt the cold breeze inside of my hollow heart , it was a stupid decision to not bring any blankets out in the dark but some part of me wanted this ....
I wish my body drugs out and face becomes pale , My hairs would embrace the small crystal balls inside of them ... this atmosphere around me doesn't scares me at all instead it acts as an old friend the only difference is he hugs me so tightly that it almost felt like a mouse gasping for help to a snake .
There was plenty of time left .. when you're all alone in this much dark it felt like a whole new planet , I decided to take a little walk of the whole area because the darkness was slowly being diluted by the bright side ...
Every night the darkness embraces itself and the next day it dies out and every morning the bright side ponders it's gigantic hands of innocence and every night it dies along way . it's a delusion , everyone hates every bit of the both sides and no one really wants any one these twin brothers and still everyone Exhibits both sides of this dilemma, such a shithole
No one really knows that the birds in the morning are really singing or crying out due to the excess brightness fucking their eyes out and of all the other creatures for us....
It's the strengthening of muscles to face the extreme burden ....
No one was awake expect for few tiny creatures like myself .
Grabbing my things , I walked back home .. I had an extra Door keys hidden underneath the carpet .
I immediately rushed towards the washroom with barely making any sounds and hit some cold splash of water on my face , I can see the puffiness and laziness arising on the top of my eyes so I went for a shower . My head started moving in all directions , I didn't know if I was asleep or awake ... my eyes went wide shut somehow I managed to not fall on the floor , after cleansing off my whole day burden , I situated myself inside the bathtub filled with hot water and I tried to relax within . I wasn't aware of my sense .. I was looking upon myself as a dead corpse trying to sharpening his muscles , I slept inside the tub with my head lying on the very corner ... I didn't realized anything until Maria started banging the Door screaming my name
" I ... I am inside Ma-Maria " I said in a very dizzy voice
Before leaving I got myself together because I couldn't bear to hear the chick's ridiculous questions
" Ah .... Morning dowrn .. Morning Maria "
" Morning you look tired "
Yeah I do who gives a shit , " Hmm ... I think I'm gonna go to the Cafe shop "
" You want me to join ? " Maria asked
" Kid ... you can use the washroom now " I said heading outside slamming the front door and leaving and that was it . The following moment when I opened my eyes , I was already inside the Cafe . For some reason , I wanted to meet Linda again
" Here's your coffee sir "
" Hey , hi how you doing ? " Out of nowhere , this question spilled out of my mouth . I am too much tired to carry on this conversation
" Great what about you ... Mr. . Big time writer " Chuckles
" Oh , you know just running across sometimes here sometimes nowhere "
YOU ARE READING
A Machiavellian Writer : Part 1
Mystery / ThrillerJoseph, a struggling writer, battles the weight of failure and humiliation, haunted by his lack of recognition in a world where success feels out of reach. His only escape lies in his latest creation-a story about a fictional character named Joseph...
