Within My Mind?!

"How's my love doing today?"  I knocked on the door, holding a bouquet of roses. I know that shades of red, mainly burgundy and deep pink, are her favourite. Oh, I always add white ones, too, because they are my favourite. "Aww, you didn't have to buy such a lovely bouquet," she said, a soft smile tugging at her lips, "I have nothing prepared for you. I feel so awful now."  I chuckled, shaking my head. "You love these, and that’s enough for me. I was out earlier, and I just couldn't resist. You remember Matt, right? He's started selling bouquets in the morning. His garden is essentially a masterpiece now, and if you are ready, I will walk you there. Mind you, he now has a dog, so we have to be careful." "Happy Valentine's Day, my dear." She rushed into my arms, hugging me tightly before placing a quick kiss on my cheek. Then, stepping back, she twirled playfully. "See? I’m all ready and in white, too! I know you...

Dear I would love to take you to the mountains. By now, you must know how much they mean to me, how much I adore them. How could you not be enthralled by them? They are peaceful, majestic, endlessly beautiful, and rank at the top amongst the best things that nature has to offer. But I'm tired of going there alone. Tired of sending pictures and videos, trying to capture what they give me  — rarely can I call you to show what I appreciate, what calms the chaos, and what holds me together in my chosen lonely life. And yet, even in the mountains, where my heart feels most at home in this unknown place, I know where my gaze would rest  —  on you. The most beautiful face I have ever seen. It would be impossible not to look. If I had the freedom to do anything in this life without the weight of the world pressing in, it would be this: sitting beside you, lost in the depth of your eyes, the curve of your lips, the way your smile escapes without warning, and penning down all things within m...

We were the last two remaining. The past nine days had tested us beyond what words could capture. We had begun as a group of seven people - travelling through the deadliest forest known to man. Its reputation was well-earned. We encountered mud that would stick to our boots as a second skin  and swamps that would engulf us, leaving only our nostrils above the surface, gasping for air. Every time we emerged from these death traps, we were forced to confront every choice that had led us to this hell on Earth and to question whether any mission was worth this merciless torment. How exactly did we end up here? Multiple texts spoke of a potion crafted by an ancient civilization that could cure all diseases. It sounded promising, but there was no easy way to get it. Many teams had already tried and failed. We were told that over 500 people - skilled hunters and collectors, even their animals—had died trying to reach the Ruins of Malley. I suspect we were told a reduced reasonable number ...

It was an evening drenched in misery. Soulful music lingered in the background and amplified the emptiness. Will there be a better moment than this to pen down the weight of today? I doubt it. I know these lines seem heavy, but I'm helpless to make them lighter. Let us start with the music.  " Years May Go By " by Rickie Lee Jones began to play, and instantly, I was transported to the lacrosse field, where Dr. Gregory House was standing, wishing he could play and hoping he could walk without a cane. Last night, a vicious storm tore through the sky. The entire neighbourhood plunged into darkness as the power vanished. In my apartment, water seeped through the ceiling like a slow, relentless drip of despair. I had to unplug everything—refrigerator, TV, whatever else might be saved from the damp. The air was humid, with no breeze and no relief. I could hear people gathering outside, their voices faint but constant. I barely slept. And I needed to, desperately. I had to be at...

I was walking down a steep and heavily winding road. One has to be extremely cautious to avoid any misfortune. Unfortunately, I was not, and a vehicle was speeding down from behind at around 60 miles per hour. I realized it was too late to identify and move to a secure spot. So, I jumped out of the road only to land on the edge. Unfortunately, I slipped, but I could cling to the rocky edge. I didn’t know how long I could hold before my fingers, arm, or willpower gave up. I started wondering if there was a road at some depth below me and gave a quick glance downward. Yes, it was one of the worst ideas, and no, the road was not below me; instead, it continued in the opposite direction. So, if I would stop clinging, the most likely outcome would be death. The next thought was to try and push myself up, but I couldn’t achieve that. I started screaming at the top of my voice. Several cars passed, but no one stopped; I believe no one heard. Suddenly, I could hear footsteps coming towards me....

"Why are we here?" asked  Mr. Robert . "I got a wire  this morning. It precisely mentioned this location and that we would find additional information about  the Disappearance of Mr. Harry, " replied Detective Rhode . "If this is a false wire, then I would ensure…"    "I won't disappoint you," said a voice. Detective Rhode was cut short before he could complete his sentence. They had just entered the designated room. A distinctive figure was seated in the chair, but Detective Rhode could not see his face. "Who am I speaking to? What light can you shed upon the case?" asked the detective. "Take a seat, sir. And please do not interrupt when I'm speaking." Detective Rhode took a seat, and Mr. Robert stood near him. The guy in the chair began the tale. " Mr. Harry was running when he saw a guy jumping over the wall and approaching him from behind . From his behaviour, it could be concluded that Mr. Harry had identifie...