From @PeaceOVent:
"Why should I hope? You can't live on hope."
"You can't. But it sustains you."
From @roshd: Today would be the date he’d propose to her. He looked at the long-stemmed rose in his hand. She loves me, Loves me not he muttered as he peeled off the petals.The last petal was peeled off to She loves me not. Ever the optimist, he broke the stem exclaiming triumphantly She loves me!
From @bassyc: He used to carry an extra baggage everywhere he goes. It was heavy, burdensome. Still he did. He still feels the void at the core. He still carries that baggage called hope. Even after knowing that she won't ever come back.
From @slokabs: Every morning, the old man woke up, bathed, wore a crisp white kurta-pyjama, combed his hair, wore his watch and finished breakfast. He spent the rest of his day in the lush gardens of the old age home –on a cane chair or wood bench – waiting for his son to come and fetch him home!
From @anjana_murali: Sharp from 5 in the morning, loudly calling out, she sells snacks throughout the day in the locals and makes a decent living. Years before when she was a victim of the flesh trade, she did not have an ounce of what people called ‘hope’. She fought back just once and won it.
From @minolajekar:
I have a dream, that politicians will do more good than bad.
I have a dream, that people will be judged on their achievements.
I have a dream, that people will be bias-free.
I have a dream, that humanity will supersede all other religions.
I have a dream that I can still continue to dream.
From @UnsocialShadow:
They were meeting again after a gap of endless months. She didn't know what to expect, and every second from her home to his door, her heart oscillated between hope - and dread. For what if his eyes didn't mirror her heart?
He opened the door.
She lost all hope.
From @writingchalk:
Sweat poured in buckets, down his forehead. It was as if someone held a shotgun to his forehead.
The pressure! What would the press say? How will he handle the questions?
“THIRTY-FORTY!” the umpire bellowed. His opponent was on match point. If he lost, then never again…
He served an ace! DEUCE! Maybe, just maybe…
From @vchatting: How could she have been so selfish to think of suicide? Who would bring up, her little one? His precious life,held promise. She couldn't afford to give in, to the ruins of her life, she resolved, unmindfully caressing his cold nose.His unintelligible drooling gurgle of joy, reaffirmed, she was, his 'only' hope.
From @TheScotchGirl:
She left without a notice.
He walked into an empty home.
The note lying on the floor, fluttering due to the wind.
Clock strikes 00.00HRS not a call or message.
No communication. Days go by.
He is practically living out of a suitcase because of work.
He comes back every 15th, the same date.
From @dimag_se_paidal: She felt her steps getting havier as she approached the airport lobby. With the hopes that the first world would treat her well, she stepped out of her father's 3rd world shoes, too heavy. She was made to believe that she was born to make it big, but her father never believed.
"Why should I hope? You can't live on hope."
"You can't. But it sustains you."
From @roshd: Today would be the date he’d propose to her. He looked at the long-stemmed rose in his hand. She loves me, Loves me not he muttered as he peeled off the petals.The last petal was peeled off to She loves me not. Ever the optimist, he broke the stem exclaiming triumphantly She loves me!
From @bassyc: He used to carry an extra baggage everywhere he goes. It was heavy, burdensome. Still he did. He still feels the void at the core. He still carries that baggage called hope. Even after knowing that she won't ever come back.
From @slokabs: Every morning, the old man woke up, bathed, wore a crisp white kurta-pyjama, combed his hair, wore his watch and finished breakfast. He spent the rest of his day in the lush gardens of the old age home –on a cane chair or wood bench – waiting for his son to come and fetch him home!
From @anjana_murali: Sharp from 5 in the morning, loudly calling out, she sells snacks throughout the day in the locals and makes a decent living. Years before when she was a victim of the flesh trade, she did not have an ounce of what people called ‘hope’. She fought back just once and won it.
From @minolajekar:
I have a dream, that politicians will do more good than bad.
I have a dream, that people will be judged on their achievements.
I have a dream, that people will be bias-free.
I have a dream, that humanity will supersede all other religions.
I have a dream that I can still continue to dream.
From @UnsocialShadow:
They were meeting again after a gap of endless months. She didn't know what to expect, and every second from her home to his door, her heart oscillated between hope - and dread. For what if his eyes didn't mirror her heart?
He opened the door.
She lost all hope.
From @writingchalk:
Sweat poured in buckets, down his forehead. It was as if someone held a shotgun to his forehead.
The pressure! What would the press say? How will he handle the questions?
“THIRTY-FORTY!” the umpire bellowed. His opponent was on match point. If he lost, then never again…
He served an ace! DEUCE! Maybe, just maybe…
From @vchatting: How could she have been so selfish to think of suicide? Who would bring up, her little one? His precious life,held promise. She couldn't afford to give in, to the ruins of her life, she resolved, unmindfully caressing his cold nose.His unintelligible drooling gurgle of joy, reaffirmed, she was, his 'only' hope.
From @TheScotchGirl:
She left without a notice.
He walked into an empty home.
The note lying on the floor, fluttering due to the wind.
Clock strikes 00.00HRS not a call or message.
No communication. Days go by.
He is practically living out of a suitcase because of work.
He comes back every 15th, the same date.
From @dimag_se_paidal: She felt her steps getting havier as she approached the airport lobby. With the hopes that the first world would treat her well, she stepped out of her father's 3rd world shoes, too heavy. She was made to believe that she was born to make it big, but her father never believed.
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