#TweetAStory : Part II

Like I say, a pinch of reality, mixed in a bowl of fiction. Round two of #TweetAStory. Keep the comments coming in. 

1] She pulled her hair back into a neat bun. Picked up her bag, wore her heels and set out to face another day. Another day of not being herself.

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2] She looked into the mirror; tried to search for herself. Behind the cheerful, vibrant mask, there was a timid, naive her. Lost, somewhere.

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3] The irking ray of the sun woke her up, her eyes hurt. She had cried herself to sleep. She felt hungover, sore. She hid in her blanket; safe & warm.

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4] Her first day at work, a whole new world; excited & nervous. Her eyes full of dreams; oblivious, that the leech will suck out all the innocence.

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5] His heart raced everytime he saw her. She looked pretty even on her worst hair days. To her, he was a buddy. To him, she was just a dream.

 ~C

#TweetAStory

140 characters, shortest stories ever. Feedback will be appreciated.


1] He looked at her through the corner of his eye. And then he noticed her wedding ring. One piece of accessory, too many invisible walls.

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2] Her favourite corner of the room. She spent all her lonely moments there. For everyone else, it was just a corner, for her, a companion.

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3] She went back to the pages of her diary.The ink had smudged, the words, unclear. She remembered crying. She read everything but felt, nothing.

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4] She smiled & said, 'I'm cool'. Everyone got back to what they were doing. Her heart cried, for the first time, she hated being around people.

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5] His eyes spoke a thousand words.His silence, a million.This was the hardest unspoken conversation they had ever had. It ended, with a goodbye.

~C