Turn the Page, Turn the Life | A Writer’s Battle for Survival | Help Her Win
Turn the Page, Turn the Life | A Writer’s Battle for Survival | Help Her Win



3 mins

It was a dark black night, sky was covered with clouds, not a single star was twinkling….! The trees shook their branches, dancing in anticipation of the upcoming storm. The breeze was freezing- chilling his to the bone. He had no idea what he was doing here in the middle of the woods. He was just following a shadow…!

He just entered inside a forest floor, which was cold and dry. His lips were dry and cracked and blue from the cold. He kept hopping from one foot to the other trying to stay warm. In the distance just up ahead, he heard a quiet whine and followed it. There he saw a crowd of wolves and a fire lightening was coming out from their throats. A young lady appeared in the middle of this lightening, with her back towards him. A ray of light coming out from her body, illuminating her surroundings… As soon as she appeared, an aroma redolent of cinnamon and meadow-fresh mint lingered in the horizon…!

A his breath caught, she was in a very beautiful white gown…. ! Gradually, she turned her face towards him…! Dark long slightly curled hair framed her sharp featured face. Her eyes were a deep dark colored brown, the kind you could stare at for hours and never get bored. They were like two beryl-brown jewels melted into snow. Her Amazonian figure were sitting well on her wafer-thin body. She had a decanter shaped waist and her complexion had an impeccable, hue. Her pencil-thin eyebrows eased down gently to her black, beetle’s-leg eyelashes. A sculptor could not have fashioned her seraph’s ears and pixie’s nose any better. As she approached nearer, she broke into a smile, her beguiling, oyster-white teeth lit up the dark night. It could jolt him like an electric current when that megawatt smile gave him her full attention. Filed to perfection, her Venus-red fingernails ran through her nougat-brown hair. Spools of it plunged around her photogenic face and hid a swan’s neck, elegant and smooth. They were like two beryl-green jewels melted onto snow. Her calamine-pink lips tasted like rose petals. It surprised him that they were plump and Botox-boosted as she had a demure, timorous personality. She whispered to him something in a dulcet voice as sweet as any songbird.

He didn’t know how much time had passed, but the next thing he knew, she was right in front of his barely a foot away. Her hands roughly grasped onto his shoulders and pushed him into a tree. Their heavy breaths made a cloud, making him realize just how close they were. he could hear his heart beat, it was wild, he only hoped she couldn’t hear it. She took a step closer, an inch more and their lips would be touching. They stood pressed against each other, their hot breaths mingling with each other. Her hands let go of his shoulders and reached up to his face- there she stood caressing her cheeks. Her hands were warm to the touch.

Time stood still, he knew this was wrong, but he couldn’t look away. he leaned in closer, his heart stopped. he knew what was coming next, and he wanted it. A loud bark startled them, the noise ruining the mood. He placed one hand over his heart and blinked- she was gone….!

Suddenly, he got up from his sleep and smiled at himself “Still…running behind a mirage…!”

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