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Substance abuse. How immune I once felt to it. I always considered myself to be one of the strongs, someone who was innately resistant to the temptations of the world. How wrong I was. Substances fill you, they inundate you. You’re complete, finally.
Why would a complete work seek to be incomplete once again?

» Posted By Batul On 07.03.2015 @ 6:13 pm


The horses dance, a dumb dance. A dance for the fools. The fools rejoice at the dancing horses. The hooves patter on the soft grass, the sky twinkles a diddly tune. The fools dance a foolish dance. m

» Posted By Batul On 07.02.2015 @ 9:55 pm

The horses dance, a dumb dance. A dance for the fools. The fools rejoice at the dancing horses. The hooves patter on the soft grass, the sky twinkles a diddly tune. The fools dance a foolish dance.

» Posted By Batul On 07.02.2015 @ 9:30 pm


I miss pushing my grandmother in her wheelchair.
I’d ride it so fast, she’d shriek. She was adorable.
I wish she’d stop passing away in my nightmares.

» Posted By Batul On 01.08.2014 @ 7:31 pm


Freeze her.
The freezer isn’t running.
The freezer is frozen.

» Posted By Batul On 01.08.2014 @ 3:33 am


Overwrought with apprehension, she looked up to see the ECG that was tracking her father’s heart activity. Her father, the man she had grown to love and hate over the years they had known each other. Her father, the man who had supported her dreams but also reprimanded her ceaselessly for her shortcomings.
Her father, the man who was so very sick, the man who was going to abandon her, just like her mother had a few years ago.
Enthralled, she gazed at the ECG monitor.
It was tracking her father’s heart activity. It was tracking when his life would end, it was tracking when her life would end.

» Posted By Batul On 01.06.2014 @ 10:42 pm


I’m listless.
My nails dig trenches into the pale skin of my wrists.
A buzz commences inside the labyrinths of the brain.
I lie flat on the bed. The ceiling above is white.
Like the noise I hear when I wake every morning
And the noise I hear when I try to fall asleep in the late hours of the night
Or rather, the early hours of morn.
Do I really want to cease breathing?

» Posted By Batul On 01.02.2014 @ 4:33 pm


In the brief hours between dawn and dark
An odious snarky chimera lurks
A bleating monster huffs and puffs
Mists of black powder, wanderlust
A sinister hound walks the turf
These are the creatures
Of the dark
They lark
They know exactly what you are
And they’re coming for you.

» Posted By Batul On 01.01.2014 @ 11:11 pm


Men moved about, panic was palpable in the air.
Some were positioning, some were dead.
Some were praying, some were crying.
Some were bold, some were smiling.
Fire, fury, cacophony
The crossfire had just begun.

» Posted By Batul On 12.30.2013 @ 10:56 am


Her eyes widened. What she saw shocked every fiber of her being. The green haired man had plunged an axe into her father’s head and was now dragging his bloody body around the living room, the wooden handle of the heavy ax firmly held in his blood soaked hands. She retched.
She shouldn’t have left….She shouldn’t have left daddy alone in this shady apartment, unguarded, to defend himself with his bony limbs.
But how could she have known beforehand?
Her eyes rolled and she fell to the floor.

» Posted By Batul On 12.24.2013 @ 3:02 pm


Her love for him leveled with his indifference to her.

» Posted By Batul On 12.24.2013 @ 10:39 am


Life is a quest. But it’s a farce.
You see, like those countless sailors and poor men who dedicated their lives, lost themselves in this world for a hidden treasure that would surely change their fate, we too lose ourselves, get lost in this labyrinth of madness for a hidden treasure.
But just like the poor men and soldiers, who don’t very often find their treasure, we rarely find ours too.
Simply because this treasure does not exist.
We think we’re heading somewhere, but we’re not. All this hard work, all those nights spent studying for a final exam, trying to gather as many snippets of information as possible before the rise of the sun, all those hot summer days spent working at a construction site, trying to make enough money for yourself and your family, for your kid’s future….
The future is our treasure. But this future never comes.
What comes is death.
And all that struggle, the agitations to make a future, to find the treasure of happiness, it’s a farce. It never happens.
You die. And you have nothing, nothing.

» Posted By Batul On 12.23.2013 @ 10:17 am

The Captain was on a treasure quest. He and his men had scanned the island several times, looked under every rock, uprooted every tree, but to no avail. This brought into light only two possibilities– either the map was a farce, or one of his men had duped him, found the treasure and kept it to himself. The Captain called Zouche, his only trusted man. The rest of the crew was alien to him, the Captain wasn’t a man who built relationships with those beneath him. ‘Search all of their rucksacks tonight, when everyone’s asleep,’ he whispered. Subserviently, such nodded and immediately left.

» Posted By Batul On 12.22.2013 @ 7:43 pm


IF. Hey, that’s a simple word.
Then why must my mind go so completely blank?
Ah, I know why. The infinite options that present itself. A part of me wants to talk about what would happen IF things hadn’t gone the way they had and Joshua and I were still together, or what IF I never moved to Canada, what would I be today? What would I be doing at this exact moment?
Well, not this, definitely.
Then there’s a part of me that wants to talk about something completely preposterous. Like, what IF time travel were possible? Or head the theological path and ask myself, what IF God really existed? Or maybe even the philosophical, what IF everything I saw was only a creation of my own mind? Does anything even exist?
IF only my words didn’t dry up so quickly… IF only I was like a lake in a cold rainy town, IF only I had any talent whatsoever; then maybe I would have made better garments with the enormous cloth I’ve received…

» Posted By Batul On 12.21.2013 @ 10:52 am


The baby was hideous. Ruth was mortified, she was trying not to retch. What an ugly child she, she thought to herself. Fat and dark, flat wide nose, saliva dripping out of the half open mouth, dripping from the purple and think lower lip.
So truly ugly.
The little beauty nature had commissioned had been in the eyes. But turns out, now the child had a sty.
Begrudgingly, Ruth smiled at the mother and picked the baby from the floor. ‘What a beautfiful baby’, she said, not believeing her own voice. ‘I’m so glad to be working for you Mrs.Fisher, Timothy is the cutest baby I’ve every come across.’
She tries not to retch.

» Posted By Batul On 12.16.2013 @ 12:35 pm


The wreath lay on the doorstep, just a few steps from where Rose was standing. It was rather odd, this wreath. Instead of the merry Christmas colors, the wreath was adorned with black roses. Or were they only withered flowers? Rose bent down to take a closer look. Suddenly, she felt a dull pain in her skull. A large thud, she wasn’t sure if it came from the external world, or if something inside her had all of a sudden plummeted, crashed to the ground in surrender, shattering itself like shards of ice. The wreath, the macabre wreath, was what she saw before she fell face down on the cold ice coated ground.

» Posted By Batul On 12.16.2013 @ 1:45 am


Ombre. She had heard the word before, but only had a vague recollection. She sighed. She looked up at the teacher. He had a blank look on his face. Begrudgingly, she looked back down at the test paper lying on her desk and gave the next question a try.

» Posted By Batul On 12.13.2013 @ 6:46 pm


Colonel Black was livid. The man was supposed to be there at 5. It was 5.05 now, and there was no sign of anyone. Suddenly, he spotted a black silhouette in the distance. It wasn’t even a man, it was like a black smudge. Like a black mark on an otherwise blank canvas. The silhouette grew closer.

» Posted By Batul On 12.11.2013 @ 6:15 pm


She could smell the lilies. Her brown eyes widened. A gust of wind blew through the open windows, chilling her to the bone. For a second, all her body mechanisms froze. She froze. Time froze.

» Posted By Batul On 12.09.2013 @ 3:49 pm


Ray was working in the garden. In the distance, he could hear the chatter of the children. Sandra, meanwhile, was watering the flower pots on the kitchen windowsill. Ray turned to look at her. She was always a beautiful sight to look at, an oasis in the middle of an arid brutal desert.

» Posted By Batul On 12.08.2013 @ 6:37 pm


I have chosen to give up. No, it’s not giving up. This is something else. This is something that requires strength, it requires one to break away from their human shinanigans, their fear.

» Posted By Batul On 12.07.2013 @ 3:53 pm

After years of debating, Ruth had finally chosen to leave. She did not worry about where she would go. But she knew she had to leave, it was the right thing. For her, as well as Mark. She had chosen to leave, and she would, no matter what got in her way.

» Posted By Batul On 12.07.2013 @ 11:44 am

After years of debate, Ruth had finally made her decision. She knew what she wanted, she knew what would bring her closer to what she wanted, what her heart yearned for every single moment of every single day. She had chosen to leave. It wasn’t an easy decision, but she had chosen to leave, and she knew there was no turning back now.

» Posted By Batul On 12.07.2013 @ 11:35 am


The aperture of her vision expanded. All of a sudden, buildings were falling, cars were crashing. Mayhem, she thought to herself. Mayhem, just how it was always supposed to be. The aperture of her vision restored to its regular radius, for now, the girl had seen the world for what it really was, and would no longer need assistance from the commands of the brain.
Now, she understood. Now, she was part of the world.

» Posted By Batul On 12.12.2013 @ 12:31 pm

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