A dilapidated house sat in the middle of nowhere, the walls have deteriorated through years of neglect, the roof was damaged by elements of lies and deception. It was a four-walled dungeon hidden behind the guilty eyes of the damned fools who tried to salvage its existence.
As the howling of birds succumbed into the darkness, a soft cry permeated through the algid atmosphere, it was a woman. Her sobs pervaded the desolated prison, she felt helpless, she felt alone and misunderstood.
Chained and fettered in hell, immured within a deceptive hedge, she cried as her life crumbled in front of her, not being able to choose the path to freedom, constrained into a life of endless pretense, driven by guilt and sympathy.
She was a prisoner.
She was alone.
No one cared. No one listened. She wanted to get out, but she was trapped in her own mind.
As she helplessly tried to get up, a warm unfamiliar touch embraced her eluding heart, a touch beyond the realm of right and wrong, a touch she could never resist. It felt like home for a moment, it tasted like freedom. It was the love her heart has always yearned for. She closed her eyes, she let it melt her away. She let the fire consume her.
She closed the door behind her.
I have to say this story made me think as I read it. I feel sorry for her being in such despair. Though the end made me smile she found love again.
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This is actually the second part of The Blueberry Scandal. In her perspective. This is her true feelings, why she did what she did.
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She seemed lost for awhile in such terrible conditions. You write in such a way as to make us feel her sadness and happiness.
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Thank you, dear. I’d like to share her pain. 😦
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I appreciated how you brought this out Ragazza !
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Wow😍
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Thank you, Zeina. 🙂
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Beautiful
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Hey, how are you?
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I’m fine dear how are you?
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I feel this…
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Thank you, Amber. 🙂
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Welcome sweetheart
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The situatuion appears desperate,don’t you.
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Yes, it does. Desperate. The right word for it.
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This is really amazingly Richa 😍
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Richa? Hehe.
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Oops 😬 sorry xxxx
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But still thought it was amazing 😉 xxx
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This is beautiful.
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Hey, Sunil. Nice to hear that. 🙂
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A brilliant piece. Loved the aura you created and the final liberation
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Thank you Shantanu. This is the second part of the Blueberry Scandal. 😂
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Oh cool. Will check out the other part as well
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Beautifully written!
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Hey, warren. How are you?
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Wonderful, nice to have you back! Be blessed!
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So beautiful ❤️
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Aww. Thank you, dear. 😉😉😉
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Welcome 🙃
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Sometimes one feel that’s their only escape and that’s to bad, but that sense of freedom is relief in their mind. And if they are willing to become one with that feeling, they made that choice long ago. You wrote this so well and put the right emotions and perfect descriptions into it.!🌹🌹
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Aw. Thank you Joker. I’ve put too much emotion into this piece and I am glad that people can feel it through my words.
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You are something else with all you do, and the emotion and feeling you put into your writing is just another notch in the talent pole you have lovely. My pleasure reading your work.🌹🌹
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Thank you, Joker. I guess we all feel the same way, we all have the same drive and passion, that’s what makes us different from everyone else.
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Very true beautiful and those differences are what makes us unique, but sharing a common drive puts us all in a similar category just different standards.
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I LOVE how you write!!! ❤️❤️
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Aw. I love your comment. Thank you so much. How are you?
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Beautifully Written.
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Hey. I appreciate the comment. How are you doing?
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Beautiful 💜
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Hey. Thank you dear. How’s everything?
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Reblogged this on The Loving Poet and commented:
I love this x I am the lemon x
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Awww. You can relate to this? He he.
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