The clock struck 7am, and the alarm clock played a song called Boulevard of broken dreams, the music of which makes you feel as if you are up for a trial in Dante’s inferno. Shayan woke up against his desire. He realized that he survived again. He stared at the roof non-stop. He took out his right hand from blanket to check the cut on his wrist. It was …
“Another nightmare,” he said to himself. He pushed away the sheets to get up and get ready for the day. He struggled to reach the bathroom. Emotional trauma inflicts more damage than physical. Shayan turned on the shower and stood below it, putting his hands against the wall. Water began to travel down his worn-out face; Images from past began to flash across his mind.
After an hour, he dressed up and left the house for another ordeal.
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5 comments:
nice dude... u remember 21st september!!!!...
good 1! something soo realistic!
so the suspense arrives into the story..... nice buildup :)
neah ... i didnt njoy reading it .. dude whers the content ???
its really slow .!
y sadness evrywhere.........
revitalization....
revival...
somthng missing....
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