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#ShortStory
The other day at a story writing club somebody asked me this question, “Think of a weird, uncomfortable memory from your childhood. If it’s some kind of experience, make it sound fun.” I didn’t have to think for too long because this one in particular is the strongest memory that I have from my school days and this is the story that I told them:
Continue reading “Tell Me a Childhood Story”Red pillows lay at his feet,
Drenched with the blood of his enemies.
He picked up the controller,
For another round of massacre.
If only we all could live in a happy bubble.
Where innocence, simplicity,
Laughter, frolic, and love
Were the only elements known to humanity.
Gazing absently outside the window.
Dreaming of friendly company.
To share this slow day with me.
How wonderful it would be,
To discuss about music, movies, and bumblebees,
While munching away on cookies,
Along with lots of pots of tea.
A walk towards you,
I close my eyes.
Let myself go,
Get lost in your world.
We belong with one another.
We fit just right.
I realize with a smile,
You light up my life.
You fill it with laughter and joy.
Childlike fantasy,
You and me, we are meant to be.
Nuraine Sadaf 