CHAPTER 2 The mother and the daughter sat by the bank of the river. The daughter desperately playing with her fingers, thinking what her mother wanted to tell. “Are you Scared about the War mom?” sixteen year old princess finally broke the silence. “What made you think that Rebekah?” The queen asked. “Well because you want it to stop so badly.” “I couldn’t have been able to build this big empire if mere fear of death would have clasped my conscience. I want this battle to stop because there are a few reasons of my own.” “Mom you were going to tell me something, some story.” “Yes Rebekah, but this isn’t the time. Whatever I am going to tell you, you need to just not listen it but try to understand it. It starts off with your father. Haven’t you ever wondered Rebekah that where your father was?” “I did. I always did wonder where my father was. Watching all the other girls play with their fathers always made me cry, because I never had any of it. A father’s love, se
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CHAPTER 1 “The life that we live in is just like a book, filled with beautiful moments, dark secrets and bittersweet tragedies. There are chapters that are ravished with happy moments of our life and there are those chapters that bring out the darkness. We want to read the chapters that we love, which let us loose ourselves in the memories that bring smile to our face yet we keep reading those chapters that moisten our eyes.” A ravishing thirty six years old queen Camilla adjusted her golden locks tied in a high pony tail as her sixteen year old daughter sat beside her and untied her training buckles. Both mother and daughter were gleaming in the golden sunlight as the drops of sweat rolled all over their bodies. Both were taking deep breaths as they lay their swords down and watched the sun starting to make its way up the mountains, lighting the dawn sky in bright golden orange. The older woman was already seated on the soft green grass, still wet due to the morning dew. The
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A WALK DOWN THE MEMORY LANE. "Sometimes a walk down the memory lane is all that you need to discover hidden secrets." PROLOGUE The spring sun was shimmering over the beautiful mountains covering every inch of land. Two figures lay on their backs, staring at the clear blue sky and the white clouds changing shape with their thoughts. The two female figures were completely different from each other. One was fresh and beautiful as the dawn, with thick, long, golden locks, creamy complexion, soft blue eyes which exposed the innocence in her heart, pink lips as soft as rose petals and a slight and slender frame. The other was quite opposite though. The thick strands of jet black hair hung over her right eye and the entire head was covered with the dome of jet black hair cut short like those of princes. Her sharp black eyes contrasted with her porcelain skin tone. Her lips were pink but hard with a tiny scar just beside the upper lip. Her frame was sl
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Hello everyone, I am Siddhi Pathak. As you all know that I had decided to keep this blog only for poetry, but recently, i have published a book named "A walk down the memory lane." on Amazon but since not everyone is able to purchase it and read and as my main motive is for people to get to know my writing, I decided to post the story on my blog chapter wise. So please read it and let me know your thoughts in the comment section. Bye! Love you all!!
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THE LEGEND That girl who let go of everything her love, her family, her name, now had no regret even if in the eyes of her family she had no fame. Now she is sixty years old with wrinkled skin and trembling feet, sat at the bank of the same river with heart full of glee. She was no lonnger a sixteen year old with broken heart and wings trying to flap, she had fought her battle and was happily watching the sun die. She knew she was happy for she was the hero of her own story, she had fought every battle on her own and now her empire was the sign of her victory. She was satisfied that she fough and followed the path her dream made, otherwise her story would be another wish that was never said. She talked, she fought, she loved, she hated but in the end she did what her heart said, she ruled the world on her terms and now she was ready to end her book. She was the fire, she was a star she so fragile and yet so strong her
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IN HAPPINESS SHE DROWNED She watched her reflection as if it had been forever, the reflection smiled back it felt as if it had been forever. She got undressed from her skin which was no longer her own, it was ruined and burned with all the efforts of finding her soul. The fight had been eternal and pain had been unbearable, a sixteen year old body and mind took in cuts and bruises innumerable. But all had been worthwhile even the blood that she lost, for she had won her battle and like a warrior she fought. Now she stood at the bank of the same river which had beheld her every fight, her childhood had melted here that flame was no longer bright. There she stood so calm and serene, her naked mind glowed from within. Clutching her dreams tight on her face this time was not a frown, but with a brilliant smile she walked in those memories and finally, in happiness she drowned.
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Hello everyone, Today is a different day, a very different day for me. You all know me as a writer and a poet who keeps disturbing you by posting some really depressing poetry. Some of you like it, some of you don't. Some of you sincerely read it and comment that you loved it, some of you don't bother to even visit it. But that's okay, I am not judging anyone for that. Today I am not here to post another depressing poetry or anything. Today I am here to address an issue that has been eating me alive for a very long time. This topic doesn't actually have any name, it's like predator that has eaten many dreams alive and I am one of the victim. I was in a very well educated family of doctors. My childhood was not how it would have been for some other kid. It was very dreadful. I am sorry I cannot tell you why, but it was. I never went out to play, or make any friends, i was always busy in competition in becoming the best. My family wanted me to be the best and I w