The Inner Workings of My twisted Mind...

it's been a while since i started speculating on writing a story. There seem to be too many idea crowding my mind, but with a pen in my hand and a blank paper facing me , thoughts evade and ideas vanish ... This is something i penned down a long time back, as part of a bigger story (which remains incomplete!). But well, something to start with. Have a read. Comments are more than welcome. Forgive this amateur for the abstract style of writing. The Daughter The last five minutes of the exam were always the worst. you suddenly remembered everything that you were trying to, for the last three hours. All the answers were flooding her. She felt lost. How could one write at the speed of thought. One really must invent a device to write down everything one thinks. That would make exams easier. She would tell Sophie about it.  As she sat speculating all the possibilities of this unbelievable invention, the clock struck twelve and there was a deafening roar of the school bell. "p...

DARK THINGS There are things in her head things she's done and said, things to be proud of, things she'll never forget things that she hides deep down inside things that seem dark and strange. These things exist you'll never know when you look at her just another woman a bit different or the same as the others by day she's jovial, she laughs and she talks but by night, her, these things will stalk. What are these things? little things, big things. things that make her but, if you were to know it could break her She's not the only one with deep dark secrets everyone has them, their personal nightmares Nightmares suppressed forgotten by dawn fears forgotten when a new day is born But as the light recedes and the sun has gone down the nightmares return and the shadows fall What are these things? I do not know but, we all hold them hiding, lurking in the dark corners of the heart Inno...