House and Home

A picture of my dream house — the house in my dreams rather.

Last night, I dream that I’m in a building of black and white. It seems familiar that I wander around the corridor and move casually as if it’s mine. About a minute or so, I recognized that it’s a fully furnished house .

Oh my! This is cleary a trespassing !  I panicked with that thought in my head.

I frantically ran out of the house then I heard someone calling me.

“Hey! Where are you going?”

I turned my head to her and suddenly I feel at home .

“Honey..” I heard myself said.

She smiled. “Yes , honey?”

Then before I could say anything, I was drag back to reality . I woke up.

   

  
Three days after, she’s talking about getting a house for us.

What a coincidence  , right?

I can’t help it but smile ’cause i know, it will be a home rather than just a house when I’m with her.

   

  
©Eclipse Stories °Sun


Born with nothing

We are all born with nothing.

No memories of the past that will keep us haunting every night.
No religion to teach the creed and way of life.

No nation or flag that we need to preserve.

No name and reputation  to be kept and protected.

We are all born naked with nothing just our skin on us.

We are all born equal and the same until we decided

to have things to call our own ;

to protect things we don’t really have;

to have our own nightmares and forget where we came from.

We ended up killing each other to “protect” ..

My only question is, why??


© Eclipse Stories °Sun

I stop writing.

“Do you write??”  I jolted as my friend ask this question.

“Damn! Heira ! I said don’t touch anything!” I ran to her and I saw her holding my old notebook.

“Woah! Oh! You write poem too!” She exclaimed .” You write pretty well although your handwriting is a bit of a mess..but they are good read, Kate.” She said looking amazed.

Did she just compliment my writings? Oh! That was first! It feels good and I think I just blushed.

“So, you wrote these?”

“A-ahh.. Yes, but I already stop writing. This is from way back then.” I answered , reaching out my old notebook in Heira’s hands.

“Why?”

“What do you mean “why?”, I need to stop .” I sarcastically said.

“Why?”

“Because I’m supposed to do something else. Something that is more important than this.”

“I don’t get it. You’re a writer , r-right? How can you just ..stop?”

“Well, that’s life.” I sigh. “I just need to stop to focus on my future.”

“You can do both.” She said as if she’s suggesting me to write while studying Math.

“Hmm..who would dare to be call a ‘writer’ when day and night she holds a calculator on her right hand and a survival table on her left? Tell me.” I challenge her.

“ME!” She chuckled.

I frown a bit and smile thinking that she’s just joking around.

“I’m serious.”

“Yeah right!”

“Come here! I’ll show you..”

After an hour or so..

“So, would you like to do a collab?” Heira asked.

“Hmm..Let me pick a good usernane first.” I said totally forgetting the pain of the past.

 After all, writing is my first and forever love. It was painful to write at first but that how love is..maybe there’s a pain but it will all be worth it in the end.




©Eclipse Stories °Sun

Cheesy Garlic Herb Crack Bread

Moonnnnn! Please .. I want this ! Hehe. Thanks!

Menu Duet

Cheesy Garlic Herb Crack Bread
Credit: Handle The Heat

1 Sourdough Loaf
1/2 cup Butter, Melted
2 Garlic Cloves, Minced
1/2 tsp Salt
1 tbsp Parsley, Chopped
2 tsp Rosemary, Minced
2 tsp Thyme, Minced
3/4 cup Mozzarella

• Preheat oven to 350 C
• Grate Mozzarella cheese, put to the side.
• Take Sourdough Loaf, and with a bread knife, cut horizontally, then vertically throughout the loaf, leaving the bread with almost little diamond shapes.
*Careful not to cut all the way through the loaf.*
• Combine Melted Butter, Garlic, Salt, Parsley, Rosemary, and Thyme in a small bowl. Mix together.
• Using your hands, pull apart sections of the sourdough bread, drizzling a tsp worth of butter mixture in each crack, and adding some grated mozzarella cheese. Go through the whole sourdough bread doing this.
• Wrap sourdough loaf in tin foil, place on a cookie sheet and…

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Yes I Was Raped.

Reblogging this to raise awareness to everyone.

Midnight Scribbles

Dying.. It looks so easy in the movies. A person just dies due to sickness and yet it’s been two years since the night that the fatal sickness crippled under my skin, stained my heart jet black and my clothes blood red and I’m still breathing. I wonder how my heart and lungs are still working knowing that..

….To the world I am just a worthless insect that everyone wants to crush.

To the world I am a caged animal, they point fingers at me.

To the world, I am a chewing gum under the seat that they accidentally come in contact with and are disgusted to their guts.

To the world, I am a rotten wound that heals slowly but leaves a mark as a reminder.

To the world, I’m a timebomb. They need to learn that everything with a clock doesn’t blow up.

To the world, I…

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Take me

Kneeling down I said ,”Stop! Don’t beat her. Take me instead.”

I was scared . I was trembling in fear. At my young age, I knew that it was the right thing to do so I exclaimed to him . “Take me!! Take me for whatever. Just don’t beat my mom!”

He then took me and gave me to a stranger —a very old stranger.

Since that night, I live with that stranger. He call me his wife . I call him darling in public but I shout to him –

Demon! Demon! 

For the devil he is!

©Eclipse Stories °Sun

Apology

Give me an apology I deserve.

No matter how long it takes.

Just say ,”sorry.”

It is still relevant to my broken heart.

It can still bring closure to my senses.

It can help me mend my soul.


©Eclipse Stories °Sun

Love me back…again…

It reminds me of someone..

Sreeblogs

As I added white to the canvas, it mixed with red and created a pinkish concoction; I added a bit of yellow to give it some orange linings and finally sprinkled the canvas with a blend of black and brown; “Ah, perfect…” I exclaimed.

tltweek66 photo by Adi Ulici via Unsplash

“It’s beautiful…however I can’t fathom why you painted a face as if it were sky…” someone asked during the exhibition.

“Because the dusk sky reminds me of someone…his left eye is my source of survival like the Sun, and the right one sheds light on the dark like the Moon…he is my universe…” there was no better way for me to admit my love in public, than expressing it through art and wishing someday he’d realize the same.

– Chirasree, a dreamer.

Written for – Three Line Tales, Week 66

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