Enigma Express: A Storyteller's Haven

  i stained this paper with my tears Of all the years Don't want to say i'm hopeless Coping with this mess It's not been easy No one said it would No told me this is how it feels- To be real i want out Now i'm tired, i tried It's this flesh Eating into my soul i remember the day very clearly i sold myself for a nose Why did i try to be like you? And in the long run- i'm still running chasing what is it-my dream? what done have to myself i? Once mankind but now in help.

  Chapter 3 Danny folded his news paper looking at the time. It had almost past 10 and he knew the congregation would be more than delighted for him to show up again-like always. He got up stretching. "Well, I think that's it for me." Danny but the paper aside. "Going to bed already?" "Yeah, my eyes were starting to read the same words over and over." "And it only took you what, three, four hours in that chair?" she lightly chuckled. "I'll leave to however you want to put it. All I know is staying here won't do my head any good tomorrow." "Goodnight then." Danny got closer and closer to the door frame but turned back to look at her. "You are not coming?" "I'll be with you shortly." "Goodnight to both of you then." he said, finally disappearing into darkness. Don on the other hand, had a different routine: getting up she picked up her knitting, closed the windows, pulled the curtain...

  Chapter 2 One cold evening, as the winds blew the dust and trash across the road, everywhere seemed to be wrapped in the serene stillness that blanketed the streets. Only the occasional hooting of the night owl could be heard (to those who found themselves awake), echoing softly on repeat. The stars twinkled above reflecting  its gentle glow on rooftops, while the moonlight, visible on faraway mountaintops. It was a time where the world seemed to have hit pause, allowing silent beauty to reign. This was the real Ashford Manor. In the centre of  their beloved town (at the time), a house, no- a home quite distinct for all the others, inside and out. Just by peeping through the window, you would see a dream- the birthplace of true happiness: the wall painted in calming shades of pink with artworks reflecting the elegancy of the people living in it. Beside a roaring fireplace, sat a rather dashing looking man , Danny sitting cross-legged in his favourite blue rocking chair....

He looks around, As the world drowns in a gilded flood: Yawning wide as if to taste the earth’s very marrow, The rivers, seas, lakes, every liquid shudders- their tongues  curl  inward, slow to a crawl yet disappearing- vanishing! Nothing left for the rest of us. Didn’t we bring this onto ourselves? The land gasped- thirsting for water, cracked and breathless. Once rich with life, now crumbles like ancient parchment.   The amber venom slithered through the field, lighting everything in its path. One by one, every flower, every petal Bows, begging for forsaken mercy Devouring what the gilded flood left behind. A merciless hunger. All he could do was pick up the ashes of near tomorrow And let the guilt slowly burn in his hands.

[A dimly lit bridge on a cold evening. Stars twinkle in the sky and the sound of water flowing can be heard beneath. DEMERTIS stands at the edge of the bridge, a cloak covered most of his face, staring straight ahead. He speaks softly to himself.] DEMERTIS: In such a night, shadows seemed to bend yet no light seems to escape from the moon. Just a man I am, with trembling hands and thoughts so deep, do I pour out my feelings for you to keep. Rather I stand here but sleep. Where is she oh where is she? [PEGULA enters and joins him on the bridge with a cloak which casts shadows on her face.] PEGULA: In such a night, the moon lays low on the horizon. DEMERTIS: In such a night, the moon seems nowhere to be found yet stands beside me in this very night. PEGULA: In such a night my lips are to betray me on something my heart desperately tried to break through but my mind had forbidden. DEMERTIS: In such a night, words can't scratch the surface of the demons inside. But I must try. [PEGULA ...

  "In a world overflowing with voices, I often find myself submerged in the echoes of others'." "I yearn for stories that resonate with my truth, yet, I encounter a sea of superficiality." "Why so complex to find words impacting on the emotions I crave to feel?" How I wonder... A haven where emotions you didn't know existed came to life. A space with a vary of texts that promotes the beauty and diversity of preferences. This blog is designed provoke thoughts and stir feelings, inviting you on a journey to explore the chamber of complexities your emotions lie in. Your journey awaits you! Picture a place that captures a blend of liveliness yet dullness, warmth yet frozen to the touch, welcoming yet intimidating, scary but intriguing. If this place could tell a story, what would it say? Comment your thoughts <3