Some more snippets of my writing…

“There are truths and lies for everyone. Some are universal, meant for all, while there are some that are personal, that define how we are. We all have to make the decision of how we break the two apart. There can be no exceptions. No gray areas are allowed.

Now that I have chosen my truth, you seek to make it a lie. What wrong I have done that powers you to bring down everything I have ever known?”

*****

“When the end came for him, he didn’t cry or rejoice. He simply looked on, blank at its arrival. And like the countless others that had stood in its way, Death took him as well, impassive to his indifference.

It would be the indifference of the the two towards each other that made others wonder what semblance of life had the boy lived and whether or not Death was indifferent to us all. Because what was the point of it all when in the end, you were going to be just ignored?”

*****

“She smiled at me and I was blinded. But like countless others who had their own sources of such blindness, I didn’t resent it not when it happened and nor when it had faded away. And so when my vision returned, I eagerly sought yet another person who could blind me like that, preferably for the rest of my life.”

*****

“This is what this life of being a hero has brought me, reducing everything I have ever been to this single choice. I have always been selfless, sacrificing my personal pleasures for the good of the masses. I gave away my wealth, disrespected the gift of my life and rejected the companionships that I could have had, knowing that one day I might have to sacrifice myself for the public as well. But this? This I never signed up for.

I made it clear plenty of times that only I was what I had to offer to sacrifice. Then why does life bring me to this point? On the one side stands the selfish and ignorant world, never going to mend its way, unaware and uncaring of the sacrifices I make. And on the other side stands the light of my life. It’s the one person who has given me strength to go on when all else was meaningless, the one person who has cared more about me than I ever did about him. So when our love stands to lose if I try to attain the goal of the greater good, why should I be selfless? Because for him, I would let the world tear itself apart.

And I would do it gladly.”

Truth is wronger than lies?

It is a strange world we live in. And not because of the abnormalities (and what is normal anyway?) but because of how the passage of time has twisted simple notions that people once lived by, thus making us all twisted in the head. (Though not all really.)

Welcome to the 42nd post of Narrating The Dream, and the first post of the year 2015, that will be tackling the issue ‘Have the truths becomes more unreliable than lies?’ 

Story Idea: Broken Spirits

This one is actually two part story, since it will be considering both a male and a female protagonists with unrelated storylines.

#1:

“Life is so perfect for most of us. We are the entitled bunch, who never feel like something wrong can ever happen to us. Until it does.

And then, all that is left behind is a broken and damaged replica of your former self. You are consoled that you made it through the worst. That you are so strong for getting through the hardest part. But they don’t seem to realize that the hardest part isn’t the physical part. It’s getting over the mental trauma.

You lie. You cry. You try. You do everything you can come up with just to put this behind in your life. To have this nightmare of a chapter of your life be finally done with. But it isn’t that easy. Because no one understands you. Not really. They may have gone through their own journeys and succeeded but that is no guarantee that you will as well.To move on is like cutting away a part of yourself: So painful that it is nearly impossible.

So how do you heal, knowing that even healing won’t really change anything?”

#2:

“They say that crying is for sissies. That only people without a backbone are the one who cry. I was not one of them. I am now.

Everything has changed. Even I am not the same anymore.

These memories are eating away at my mind, making it see things and people who are no longer there. It feels like I have been separated from the world because while it walks ahead on its usual unaffected path, I am paralyzed and unable to join them all.

There is a strange fear within me, haunting my every thought and penetrating my every action with its poisonous influence. I am second-guessing things I was so proud of.

I feel broken, used and rejected. Others try but no one else understands truly. I can pretend to be alive but all I feel now is that what remains is the shell of what I used to be. I want to heal, but I don’t know how.

What do I do?”

The first is for the girl’s POV and the second is for boy’s POV. I am still working out some details but what do you think?