Saturday, July 21, 2012

Theme 99 - Death

From @TheScotchGirl:

He is neither your enemy nor your friend, but always around the corner.
It’s your shadow, which you never ever notice, though always Omni-present.
When on a break, it’s becoming someone else’s foe or friend?
How to react to him? You embrace him with open wide arms. Well, you got nowhere to run no?

From @roshd: "Look at the bright side, your sister always hated him, the divorce will help her move on. Let's party and get her drunk. That's all she'll be getting for sometime now haha." I was feeling wicked. I just didn't get the long silence that followed. It's not like someone died.

From @zushk:

“I need to go on a vacation. A long one.”

“You know you cannot do that!”

“Why not? I’m tired. And bored.”

“Earth is too crowded already. If you take off, don’t you know what will happen there?”

“Yes, I do. But I don’t care. No one ever thinks about me.”

From @pallavipinakin: As he was born into death, he glimpsed an ancient mouth, speaking his transformation. Later, he asked Death about it. “The words are needed to validate the end of life,” said Death. “If they hadn’t been spoken, it wouldn’t have happened. Like me. I was created because of your songs, your poetry, your prayers.”

From @nabilazaidi:

Her skin looked like softly folded sheets, collecting raindrops between the gaps. The body felt firm, like she tightened every muscle out of fear.

Those pale lips, were they ever kissed?

She stared at me with an open mouth, looking shocked and unprepared. As if she died without writing the end of an untold story.

From @TazeenZafar: Today, his family was to receive the dead body of his father. None of the family members had shed a single tear, because they knew this was not it. 'He isn’t dead, he is a martyr; death cannot even come close to him' Just then the doorbell rang. Army men stood outside with the coffin.

From @JeeveSobs: Bright yellow lights. Loud music playing. People dancing away. Walls painted with sparkling hues of red,blue and green. The Devil with a shining orange cape. Things changed in hell when a hipster came along and convinced them all that being gloomy over death is too mainstream.

From @karthikisthin:

"Where’s your god now?" the soldier yelled; the shrapnel in his throat barely allowed a wheeze.
"Tell me father..." He rolled his wheelchair closer to the altar.
"Have faith, son."
The soldier shed a solitary tear. His revolver had the word ‘faith’ inscribed on it. He offered the priest some before taking a healing dose.

From @MinolAjekar:

Yamraj, Grim Repaer, Hades, Anubis, Santa Muerte, different names same job description. The supposed light at the end of the tunnel, the guide to the ‘other side’.

A story we tell to placate ourselves maybe? But form or formless, real or myth it is how things will end.

Death- inevitable, inescapable, ineluctable, unavoidable reality.

From @vchatting:

That night, he felt a little discomfort in his chest. Died quietly, by the morning.
They'd recently bought a flat  with their savings for which  the monthly instalments needed to be paid.
Their three year old, bawling, by the bedside, for his morning milk ......the wife, laughing hysterically, at this cruel joke of fate!

From @kunalbaidmehta:

Meera and Sameer exchanged their vows and said “Till death do us apart” amidst friends and family. Theirs was a love marriage after three years of courtship.

Meera’s bad dream turned out to be her premonition when Sameer met with an accident.

The words that rang in her head were: “Till death do us apart”

From @writingchalk:

"We therefore commit his body to the ground; earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust; in the sure and certain hope of the Resurrection to eternal life."

The entire contingent walked away from the funeral. A little boy tugged at his father’s shirt, “Daddy, a hand came out of the grave…”

Resurrection already?

From @maruwahna:

228.25 Newtons sir ! Anisha shouted , even before prof. Bhatia completed .

IIT candidates should be like this , prof lectured .

Two years later , rank :  14076 . Prof called Anisha a disgrace , mom refused to talk to Anisha , friends
smirked at Anisha .

Anisha said hello to a rope . Atleast Anisha knew 228.25 Newtons would crush her neck .

From @FlirtingKaapi:

"Beta... get 1 rasgulla for me."

Rahim darted to the kitchen and obeyed his grandfather, covertly.

 "See that pipe near my hips? I’ll give you a prize if you cut it." He smiled, savouring each bite.

 As Abdul wheezed his last, the gathered realised they’d waited all this time for naught. The will was final.

From @NumbYaar: Vikram lay on his deathbed counting his last days. The past three months had been harsh on him. Bad health was taking its toll, and so was loneliness. His savings and fame were totally pointless, no one turned up at the hospital. He died for them the day he killed the child in him.

From @AskThePankazzzz: They were two people. Poles apart. The exact acronyms. She chased 'it' like some beautiful 'Disney' dream. He ran from 'it' like some 'Exorcist' nightmare. They met, life happened. And love, like death, spared neither of them.

From @AlienatedWind: She turned around one last time to the house never to return again. Year after year, marks of severe brutality had been added to her corpse. And for her child, she remained quite. Until one day, the wrath of violence was unleashed on her child. Alive again she was. Death of darkness. Rise of Justice.

From @CruciFire:

A dark, hooded figure stood staring at me as his scythe glistened in the moonlight.

“Is it time?”

“Yes, but not your soul.”


“Your desires and expectations.”


“Society. Loved ones. Yourself.”


“You’ve been a good boy. You need to be set free.”

I wake up the happiest person on earth.

From @PratikAgrwal: Eyes were red as if in those two hours of torturous sleep, he had butchered many. And indeed he did. It was the last art he crafted by killing his desires and the end was the final crescendo. His self's death. An art not for any audience but the applause thundered the abyss, came from his corpse.

From @vagabondinact: Companion I was since the day you were born. I was with you, taking those baby steps, riding those automobiles, climbing those mountains and trenches, fighting  the wars with you, for you. It hadn't been the time then. It is now time, I unite with you. Go-forth, take that plunge out of living, Death ordered.

From @ScribblingOn: Clad in pristine white, the color of eternal peace, she lends her slender hand to me as I stood on the edge. "Come, I'll take you to Immortality", she whispered, luring me further as I succumb to her beauty & charm. She is Lady Death, friend of Liberation & After-life. Imminent & relentless as ever.

From @bitchwanti: She smiled at her grandmother's funeral. In her child's heart, she saw end to the suffering. In her head, she saw her in a happy place, body and soul rid of pain. "See how pretty she looks, mother! So sweet in her in her sleep."

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