Ashley Finally Finds Her

Ashley had been living in the new world for a while now. He had gotten used to being alone. Work kept him busy and so did his friends. In fact, he did not even care for the girl he had once written an entire post for. He smiled to himself wondering how things can be so traumatizing at one point but actually not matter at another. The cliched line ‘Time heals everything’ was actually true.

Just when he taught that he would never fall for anyone again, he saw her. She was stunning, it was like the sun hit him in all its glory. Her flaming golden-red hair, her deep intense brown eyes, her fragile yet beautiful body, an amalgamation of perfection in a single human being.

He just kept looking at her as she stood with her group of friends, he had no idea who she was but he definitely wanted to know her.

His past experiences kept him at bay, but then one day she just walks up to him and introduces herself. As a defence mechanism, Ashley cockily mentioned that he knew who she was. All she said was ‘Oh’, then she gives him the brightest smile and walks away.

At that moment, he knew, she was the one…

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Poop is the secret to a Healthy Relationship

What is the secret to a great and healthy relationship? Well, there are many answers out there, some will tell you its communication and transparency, others will say that if you’re honest with each other, that is a sign of a long-lasting relationship, but I say the answer is simple. If you can talk about poop with your significant other, then you know your relationship is awesome.

There are no secrets about this ‘shitty’ topic. Imagine you discussing what a fine shit you had with your partner, the texture of your shit, was it a surprise and it came out with a guttering spluttering splosh and plosh sound, or was it one of those perfect shits – perfectly moist to which you can play opera music in the background. It’s a rare event to find someone you can discuss your shits with, but I guarantee it that those type of relationships never end. They are here to stay.

So don’t aim for deeply intense, lovey-dovey conversations – Nay, aim for those shit talks that will give you the relief that you feel when you put your leg up and let one loose.

Day 1: The Core

It always starts from the core. Somewhere between your stomach and your chest.

You start thinking about the old memories, the person you wanted to be with, you had plans with, fights with, but always resolutions in end…. but that person does not exist anymore.

Even if you could fix things, it’s too late, that person has gone, faded away in the sands of time.

I always act oblivious even though I know all that is happening around. I do this so as to not put the other person in a situation where their most evilest actions will get unveiled.

Day 1 is always the hardest. It is the day when you finally decide to let go.

But my observations are always on point, even to the body. Emotion hits the core first. How I wish I had a off switch. But then, I wouldn’t learn from my experiences.

The Battle of the Wooden Draw

He had known for a while now. They were breeding, growing and corrupting at an extremely high rate.

He kept putting it off and the corruption kept spreading, until there was a point where he could ignore it no longer.

He had to attack swifty. He found their secret camping base and removed it with all his might.

The draw was laid down on the floor and he saw them scuttle around his things. Things that were dear to him. Things that had sentimental value had been corrupted.

Over turning all of his contents he unleashed the whole power of his slippers.

Splat spalt, one buy one he took out the main generals. Those Mother Cockroaches went out first. They were too slow, and too fat.

But more were left. The runners went fleeing as fast as they could but he was swift himself.

You can’t escape a giant.

With precise aim he threw his slippers and cornered them. Splash, they were dead.

Killing almost every known creature in his draw gave him satisfaction that he didn’t know of.

But when he looked at his draw again, he was horrified to see, eggs in thousands, all over the place.

He had no option, he had to use his secret weapon.

This ingenious invention had not been used for more than 20 years, but now he had to unleash the full force of it.

Holding the spray in one hand and a lighter in the other, he aimed from above.

The lighter whisked a light flame, and as soon as he pressed the cans button, Boom, a spray of fire hit all those eggs as if a dragon was spraying terror from above.

A thousand cockroach eggs were burnt that day, but the war wasn’t over.

More lurked out there in the shadows. The battle had ended but the war had just begun.

That is how I ended up cleaning my draw when I was bored

Ashlyns Decision

He knew this day would come. That is why he was so hesitant in the start. His mind always worked on overdrive.

He could see every little possibility before it happened.

The slightest change in the tone of her voice or the way she looked at him, he could always guess what she wanted. That is possibly the reason why she liked him so much.

And when she persisted, he always refused to receprocate her feelings.

She wondered why, she even told him once, that you keep denying me and it’s affecting my self confidence.

His heart melted when she said that and he relented besides his reservations.

They went out and things were great. She was happy and so was he.

He loved taking care of her but he foresaw something.

It was her nature. She easily liked things and just as easily got bored of things.

He, on the other hand, liked to work on relationships even if the spark wore off.

She was young and when he started noticing the little changes in her behaviour, the tone of her voice, the way she suddenly refused to even put her head on his shoulders, he understood she was losing interest.

He could see the future and he asked her straight if she was bored, but she denied it.

She should know that he can’t be lied to. He wanted her to be free even though he liked her and cared for her, the little fragile thing that she was, he wanted her to be free.

She was in Love. She was in Love with her ego. And he knew that there would never be any place for anyone in her heart until she let go of her ego.

And with a heavy heart, he left the country. He let her go. He found out that she did not care, and his doubts as always became a reality.

However, he also knew that someday she would understand and grow up to be a strong woman.

Someday she would let her ego go so that she can make place for someone special. At least he hoped.

Love and the Sinking Island

SEA

*Note: This isn’t written by me. I found this story on an eBook and I thought of sharing it here because it was worth it

Once upon a time, there was an island where all the feelings lived: Happiness, Sadness, Knowledge, and all of the others, including Love.

One day it was announced to the feelings that the island would sink, so all constructed boats and left. Except for Love.

Love was the only one who stayed. Love wanted to hold out until the last possible moment. When the island had almost sunk, Love decided to ask for help.

Richness was passing by Love in a grand boat. Love said, “Richness, can you take me with you?” Richness answered, “No, I can’t. There is a lot of gold and silver in my boat. There is no place here for you.”

Love decided to ask Vanity who was also passing by in a beautiful vessel. “Vanity, please help me!” “I can’t help you, Love.

You are all wet and might damage my boat,” Vanity answered.

Sadness was close by so Love asked, “Sadness, let me go with you.” “Oh . . . Love, I am so sad that I need to be by myself!”

Happiness passed by Love, too, but she was so happy that she did not even hear when Love called her.

Suddenly, there was a voice, “Come, Love, I will take you.” It was an elder. So blessed and overjoyed, Love even forgot to ask the elder where they were going. When they arrived at dry land, the elder went his own way.

Realizing how much was owed the elder, Love asked Knowledge, another elder, “Who Helped me?”

“It was Time,” Knowledge answered.

“Time?” asked Love. “But why did Time help me?” Knowledge smiled with deep wisdom and answered, “Because only Time is capable of understanding how valuable Love is.”