An entry for a writing competition I recently participated in, with the theme “Tomorrow”. It’s an allusion to the conflict we currently face, so find out if you can do some poem analysis right there :D.
Tomorrow, aren’t I brave?
Tomorrow, please take me away.
Tomorrow reaches out a loving hand,
Just to snatch it away.
Continue readingSorry about the delay! I was swamped with assessments and was unable to find time to write during that frenzy. As a matter of fact, this post is inspired by an assessment topic.
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Continue readingFor those who haven’t read the prequel to this story, here is the link-(The Box In The Attic (Part 1) | Mili’s Mindscape (miliscape.com))
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A few days. A few hours. That’s how less it can take to completely change you. It’s almost amusing, when your life seems normal, you’re on your daily routine, grabbing a cup of coffee, running for the bus because you’ll be late to school or work, birthdays, Christmas, a happy, picturesque, maybe monotonous, sometimes boring, typical week. Restart. Repeat. Mondays, Tuesdays, Wednesdays, Sundays, stretching on and on and on. Nothing extraordinary or abnormal…right?
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The dark gray sky thundered with a menace and the clouds were an angry red. Lightning flashed across it and the heavens hurled rain down at Earth. Susie flinched, hearing the sharp sound of thunder. Downstairs, her brother Liam called to her. “Susie, are you talking to your imaginary friend again?”, he asked mockingly. Their mother sighed, although she knew Liam was right. This was the fifth time this week that Susie had been speaking to “someone” in her room, and her mother was extremely fed up with it. She had tried to rid the habit of this in her daughter, but her words seemed to fall on deaf ears.
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