Let me spill out my story. Part by part it's mangled Let me affix it all . It's written in different Colors of camouflage. Let me be in its dupe too. Let me spill out my story "Let me wail out too". #yqbaba #spillout #letme #mystory #mangled #affix #camouflage #infinity

#yqbaba #spillout #letme #mystory #Mangled #Affix #camouflage #infinity

Let me spill out my story.
Part by part it's mangled
Let me affix it all .
It's written in different
Colors of camouflage.
Let me be in its dupe too.
Let me spill out my story

"Let me wail out too". #yqbaba #spillout #letme #mystory #mangled #affix #camouflage #infinity

Sherlock Doyle

If the monster comes for you tonight, there's a gun under your pillow. There's only one bullet in the gun, so remember to aim at your head, just to be sure. Breaking News: A badly mangled body was discovered today with a gun and a single bullet. #monster #kill #gun #undead #sure #suicide #deat

Breaking News: A badly mangled body was discovered today with a gun and a single bullet. #monster #kill #gun #Undead #sure #Suicide deat #Death #escape

If the monster comes for you tonight, there's a gun under your pillow.

There's only one bullet in the gun, so remember to aim at your head, just to be sure.
Breaking News: A badly mangled body was discovered today with a gun and a single bullet.

#monster #kill #gun #undead #sure #suicide #deat

Adam W Rodriguez

100APC#11 Eleven rhymes with heaven, so many kinds to choose from. Like Valhalla. A great Norseman's paradise where the greatest warriors f

100APC11 Eleven rhymes with heaven, so many kinds to choose from. Like Valhalla. A great Norseman's paradise where the greatest warriors f #Art

Komal Sharma Gupta

A Bystander. "Do it." Short story below. A Random Text Story. Hi! Who is this? A bystander.

A Random Text Story. Hi! Who is this? A bystander. #ShortStory #yqbaba #yostowrimo #RandomTextStory #tejaswiniaura

A Bystander.

"Do it."

Short story below.

A Random Text Story.

Hi!

Who is this?

A bystander.

Diwa

I saw endless, brutal strife where old friends Turned into sudden, callous foes And every passage was sealed up Against these former comrades, posthaste. Then, as the enemies tried to decimate Our hurriedly-constructed blockages, A violent fight between two brothers Came to a startling boil. Blood, splattered blood, dripped Without mercy down the unforgiving floor While enemies, inveigling to paralyze us, Were duly ignored. I could hear the anguished plea of a sibling-- Pleading for a bit of compassion, Yelling for a tendril of breath-- His bleeding head, mangled and grubby. I let my eyes roam all over the room-- Searching for a glimmer of receding hope; Then, I realized that my father Was in deep, oblivious slumber While a show of ruthless destruction Continued to take place; And so, I shouted and I implored-- In a tortured voice, I beseeched, "Father! Father, please help us! Father, please!" I heard myself screaming for his succor As the vicious chaos slowly encroached And vanquished each terrorized soul. Then, I grabbed my rosary and started to pray-- Tears garbling my words, clogging up my throat. "Nightmare" I saw endless, brutal strife where old friends Turned into sudden, callous foes And every passage was sealed up Against these

"Nightmare" I saw endless, brutal strife where old friends Turned into sudden, callous foes And every passage was sealed up Against these #yqbaba #diwa

I saw endless, brutal strife where old friends
Turned into sudden, callous foes
And every passage was sealed up
Against these former comrades, posthaste.
Then, as the enemies tried to decimate
Our hurriedly-constructed blockages,
A violent fight between two brothers
Came to a startling boil.
Blood, splattered blood, dripped
Without mercy down the unforgiving floor
While enemies, inveigling to paralyze us,
Were duly ignored.
I could hear the anguished plea of a sibling--
Pleading for a bit of compassion,
Yelling for a tendril of breath--
His bleeding head, mangled and grubby.
I let my eyes roam all over the room--
Searching for a glimmer of receding hope;
Then, I realized that my father
Was in deep, oblivious slumber
While a show of ruthless destruction
Continued to take place;
And so, I shouted and I implored--
In a tortured voice, I beseeched,
"Father! Father, please help us! Father, please!"
I heard myself screaming for his succor
As the vicious chaos slowly encroached
And vanquished each terrorized soul.
Then, I grabbed my rosary and started to pray--
Tears garbling my words, clogging up my throat. "Nightmare"

I saw endless, brutal strife where old friends
Turned into sudden, callous foes
And every passage was sealed up
Against these

Haseena Dudekula

Was a metallic copper blue lady's Avon bicycle.It had a seat behind and was a little too high for me.My legs hardly reached the peddle but I managed because of my footwear which were always heeled. My dad bought it for me in the ninth grade and it was with me through my graduation.It was my constant companion and I thoroughly enjoyed running errands for my mom,picking up her vegetable basket from the market or going to the shops to get grocery items. I also met with an accident at the beginning itself when I collided with a bike in which my front wheel got totally mangled. I was shell shocked ,I abandoned the bicycle right there in the middle of the road running all the way home sobbing inconsolably. I was heart broken,but dad got it back in shape and all was well. I and my bestie often went cycling on the beautiful roads of Ordnance Factory Estate, chatting away nonstop. I attended tutions and also took my kid sister to school alongwith our huge school bags on my sturdy Avon.My sister began using it after I left town to pursue BEd at Hyd. I carry the fondest memories of my first and only bicycle.Thankyou Aji❤️ Was a metallic copper blue lady's Avon bicycle.It had a seat behind and was a little too high for me.My legs hardly reached the peddle but I

Was a metallic copper blue lady's Avon bicycle.It had a seat behind and was a little too high for me.My legs hardly reached the peddle but I #YourQuoteAndMine #remembertowrite #myfirstbicycle #MeMoWriMo

Was a metallic copper blue lady's Avon bicycle.It had a seat behind and was a little too high for me.My legs hardly reached the peddle but I managed because of my footwear which were always heeled. My dad bought it for me in the ninth grade and it was with me through my graduation.It was my constant companion and I thoroughly enjoyed running errands for my mom,picking up her vegetable basket from the market or going to the shops to get grocery items. I also met with an accident at the beginning itself when I collided with a bike in which my front wheel got totally mangled. I was shell shocked ,I abandoned the bicycle right there in the middle of the road running all the way home sobbing inconsolably. I was heart broken,but dad got it back in shape and all was well. I and my bestie often went cycling on the beautiful roads of Ordnance Factory Estate, chatting away nonstop. I attended tutions and also took my kid sister to school alongwith our huge school bags on my sturdy Avon.My sister began using it after I left town to pursue BEd at Hyd. I carry the fondest memories of my first and only bicycle.Thankyou Aji❤️ Was a metallic copper blue lady's Avon bicycle.It had a seat behind and was a little too high for me.My legs hardly reached the peddle but I

Aady

Your blue moon... //caption// We can sit by a windowsill reflecting the light of a blue moon on our creme brulee. We can listen to our mangled thoughts and shush them wit

We can sit by a windowsill reflecting the light of a blue moon on our creme brulee. We can listen to our mangled thoughts and shush them wit #letThemGo #imthereforyou #savinggrace #itsonlyme #thecare #thecarer

Your blue moon...

//caption// We can sit by a windowsill reflecting the light of a blue moon on our creme brulee.
We can listen to our mangled thoughts and shush them wit

Sweta

Why aren't shoes a shape shifter, dad And why isn't this t-shirt shrinking! //caption Turning into my Dad Why aren't these shoes a shape shifter, dad! I used to ask as a six year old For how bad I wanted to fit in his shoes A

Turning into my Dad Why aren't these shoes a shape shifter, dad! I used to ask as a six year old For how bad I wanted to fit in his shoes A #father #yqbaba #putthetryinpoetry #wcminimal #rzmp289

Why aren't shoes a shape shifter, dad
And why isn't this t-shirt shrinking!

//caption Turning into my Dad

Why aren't these shoes a shape shifter, dad!
I used to ask as a six year old
For how bad I wanted to fit in his shoes
A

Ashu

He drew the circle of humanity around her but the needle (people) choked it. //In the caption. Everyday she used to get late so she decided to go early today. She entered the room. There was only one of her classmate. He proposed her b

Everyday she used to get late so she decided to go early today. She entered the room. There was only one of her classmate. He proposed her b #HUmanity #wordoftheday #rzwotm #rzwotm_oct #cwobservee #myfaveng_ashu #ashu_rzoct #wclegislation

He drew the circle of humanity around her but the needle (people) choked it.

//In the caption. Everyday she used to get late so she decided to go early today. She entered the room. There was only one of her classmate. He proposed her b

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