Story of a Fallen Angel

He embraced her with all her wickedness. He loved her unconditionally. He gave her a name and a home. Her cunning games pierced through his heart, he still didn’t leave her side. Cause he knew, she would have no home, no name, no place to go.  He couldn’t live his lifetime, her evil play ate him in the end. She lives on, still plays her scheming games, still piercing through peoples’ hearts, she still lives on.

Write a story

“Write a story”
“Uh! Don’t start again”
“I know you can write it, so go now, write a story”
“I am tired. I can’t”
“Write a story sweetie, you have to do it”
“Hmm tomorrow”

And then the tomorrow never comes. I have been having these silent conversations with myself for a long long time and still tomorrow never comes.

I have a story in mind and the characters clearly etched out. I have also thought of the cast if I were to make a movie of this story. But, tomorrow never comes.

I will some day – write this story…