Bacterial Bulk

Wuthering towers of doomed castle and the fabric of night whipping terror, the footprints reproaching the door as it was slightly opened. She stepped in with dubious heartbeat. All the vision captured from the hallway was the webs and broken vases held captive but for some reason, she recognized it familiar. The lounge appeared after the dark hallow as if it breathes on its own. Broken chandeliers, ragged floor whispering the tales of debacle until she eyed on the shelf.

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The books with covers of dust and as she wiped them from trembling hands displayed the title ‘ Eman’! That is her name. Every book with various tints and fonts solemnly held under the same title. As she flipped the pages, she remained flummoxed to witness the reason of this familiarity she felt as walked in. Flower pressings between the pages and manuscripts locked all the things she held back in inner chambers. She sat down to skim them all for the last time , not to fall down in the labyrinths of past once again but to find the key for the way back, to flip the fabrics of dark and let shine enlighten her canvass. She was jumping between syllables to paragraphs to find the key, to shut down the outbreak of bacterial thoughts and let the doomed castle rest underneath the earth. As she read the name of the light, she once forgot in the rhythm of blowing bubbles of amped, the walls cracked. She received the signal and locked the door which was previously opened inviting fissures but as she got the key, she stepped out into the new horizons with the gypsy that will guide her out from the darks.

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Ayesha Musharaf

26-09-2020