Monday, August 13, 2012

Theme 122 - Escape

From @TheScotchGirl: How could he get rid of this sinking feeling? They were together 7 years. 7 years my friend is no joke. Why did she have a change of heart, she did accept the ring no? He could not see her with anyone else. This was the ultimate escape, he thought staring down from his terrace.

From @swordfish19: It was a regular burial service. There was the grave, the coffin and the crying relatives. However, a few mourners nearer to the boundary of the crematorium were seen to be in high spirits and giggling. It had something to do with the tanker that had passed by, leaking nitrous oxide a.k.a “laughing gas”.

From @roshd: Dressed in a spotless white robe, Guruji addressed the throng of devotees gathered to listen to his discourse. His gentle voice, feel-good preaching was like balm to their weary souls.  At 9pm, after the last devotee had left, Guruji retired to his room with Angrezi scotch and Desi consort. They were his escape.

From @AskThePankazzzz: They could never understand as to why they were answerable to society for their sexual orientations. Not like they planted a bomb or something. They were trapped. Between love & revolt. Together, they escaped. To the terrace. 10th floor. They felt free. Together, they jumped off. They felt free-er. Together, they died. Happy & gay.

From @sinpinklove: Lets forget the world we live in and think about only 'us'.Lets smile a little more and explore each other like never before. Lets keep our blackberry's back and talk directly on the face.Lets hold each others hand and slowly walk a mile.Lets escape reality, only for a while.

From @haemlet: He held her hand and moved closer. She could feel his breath, and it made her heart race. He was smiling. She knew he had something planned.  Looking into her eyes, he said ‘I love you’, and suddenly, he was holding a ring. She was sweating. There was no escape now.

From @FateMarfatia:

She was born in a family that was the nouveau riche of the Island. Alas, the golden spoon became a mouth gag. What with a misogynist father and an ailing mother.

Every night, the towering mansion absorbed her ear-piercing cries. By the day, an obscure corner in the mansion provided enough sunlight for her to read.

From @ponderpuffman: He lights up a cigarette. He inhales slowly. The smoke reaches deep inside him and his every nook and corner. It unearths and unwraps: Father’s punches, mother’s hopes, bitter promises, pointed regrets, sleepy dreams and unpolished genius. One exhale at a time, the puff carries away these possessions.  He has become lighter. He has escaped.

From @karthikisthin: Two floors down, he felt free. Three later, freedom gave way to panic. He was immediately filled with regret and began yelling into the thick air. Five floors later, he tried to find balance amidst terror, the air now deafening. As he safely bounced into the thermocol heap, courtesy a passing truck, he breathed again.

From @slokabs: There was heavy knock on the door. “You are under arrest”, said the officer.3 months later. In court. “Your Highness, this proves that my client was not even in India when the murder happened.” As he walked passed the victim’s brother, Dhaval gave him a sly toothy smile. The wily always find a way!

From @Pscripturient: A 16x16 obstacle cell. Beat myself at this maze yesterday even. Seven seconds has been my best. I will reach Finish with eyes closed today. Why do they make me do it daily? I don’t get extra cheese for running maze. Maybe I am doing it to find the secret door that lets me escape.

From @CruciFire:

“...sorry for not being able to be a good husband and a good father. I failed as a son so I guess this was bound to happen. You've always doubted my prowess as a software engineer so here is my final piece of code.”


The wall adjoining the PC is splattered with blood.

From @PeaceOVent:

The father yelled obscenities at the mother. The elder brother was indifferent. The younger sister was crying. She was the calm one. Her trick was to hear but not listen. Every time their parents fought, she would play The Beatles in her head.

"All you need is Love"

"Let it be"

It was her oblivion, her only escape.

From @flirtingshadows: She was tired of being disciplined, of being told to behave, of being docile. She longed for a vent. One that wouldn’t reprimand or tell her to shut up or lower her voice. One that would simply let her be. One that would let her celebrate her mistakes and imperfections. She longed for an escape.

From @vchatting:

"You know, this is not working, right? I mean , our relationship..?
"We need to talk it out. When you're sober , which is hardly ever, you clamp up, or you are drinking 'our life' away..."
"Say something. Anything. Talk. It's our 'life', definitely 'my life', at stake!"
Aloof, he turned,to pour himself a drink!

From @NumbYaar: They were totally different people stuck together. They shared a weird love-hate relation as they had to bear with each other day in and day out. They ran into each other, screamed for help and got restless. The one thing they desperately needed was a way out. Alas, they hated being voices in a head.

From @Ophelia_sDream: The door slammed on her face as she fell back in shock, flummoxed at the recent developments in her life. She could hear him rush down the stairs.The looming black clouds outside the window seemed to reflect her current state and the only though that engulfed her mind was that there is no escape.

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