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One Bad Day

One Bad Day is all it takes,

for you to lose everything you've built. I could have been the most confident person at one point of time, all to be dashed out when one small thing goes out of place.

It's like OCD when you see a cut halfway down your arm and your brain can't help but gash the wound down your whole arm.

The worst part of having a good day, week, month, year or even an hour is that it won't take much to ruin it. A little disappointment here, an ounce of failure, a quarter-life of disheartenment and one full existence of bad situations.

In the end there is no 'trying', there is only doing and completing.

Take disappointment and start over again. Take bad situations and live through them however long it takes. Take disheartenment and tell life to 'Fuck Off'.

Because in reality there is nothing that you have to do. nothing that i have to do for you or myself, only thing that I have to do is breath and die.

There is only one contradiction. That is the choice that defines you as a person with whatever comes in your path or tries to stop you. This choice is all that matters,

Get Busy Living or Get Busy Dying.

-Yelm of The Narrator's Effete

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How many moments can i waste?

I like to believe that i have built myself from the ground up, all by myself.

then I remember the people in my life.

for now, though I want someone to pick a fight with me. it doesn't matter if my opponent never gets knocked down or if my opponent is a 2 punch combo away from a knockout.

I don't care if I bleed 2 pints of blood in the fight. I just believe that I'll win. I have to since it's the only way.

I like to believe that out of the years of existence,e I have spent in creating the chainmail or armour I made sure it can never be perceived.

maybe I forgot that the people who helped me make that armour are also people I've given a knife to.

Now it's their choice if they want to stab me in thee back craftily, or the eyes as their determination being the last thing that I see. or to slice my ankles when I get too tall.

-Yelm of The Narrator's Effete.

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I Will Survive

I will survive since I have all my life to live and I have all my love to give.

But, I sit in my desolate room alone, with no one to give it to.

There always moments when my survival is put on pause, not for myself.

Not yet, but for the person standing in front of me. But, even those moments are fleeting like sand in an hourglass.

I don't ask much in return, just spend a few hours with me, laugh, cry, whine, swear with me.

I'm not weak or unhappy by myself, I've learnt how to be alone.

But I've made the decision, no matter how long it takes I will survive with someone who'll have me.

-Yelm of The Narrator's Effete

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Beyond The Edge

The crushing defeat of knowing when something's gone south is sour and suffocating. The person I am today makes me want to see it through, until I am certain that the act has actually hurt me.

I cannot be content with the overwhelming feeling of 'What if, what if I was brave, What if circumstances were different, What if we knew each other differently,

What if times were different for us.

The 'What if I could have been happier?' That hurts and encapsulates everything the best.

But self-deprecating takes me far, far enough to the edge. And if the fog started to set in, I think I would choose to be swept by the fog Beyond The Edge.

-Ylem of The Narrator's Effete

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Resonance of an AD

This is an advertisement that was set up on twitter ("X") where a Russian based account had used this image to run a campaign for dialog on the Russia- Ukraine conflict. It is supposed to be a visual representation of what the alternative of war is, discourse essentially. The advertisement itself acts as a sort of promotion to start the dialogue between not only the two states but the rest of the world.

The reason I chose this Advertisement is that it is significantly different than the other advertisements that the "X" account had portrayed, this is the image that hits closer to home in some aspects.

Over here the Advertisement is trying to bring out the humanity of the two states, and allow there to be discourse not a conflict. It reminds me of another period of time where this idea of having discourse to maintain peace was seen as loss.

I am referring to the 1970s era when in 1975, the Vietnam war was brought to a cease-fire. With specification to that word, "cease-fire" meaning that both the parties that are participating in battel lay down their arms. Journalism was a big part of this war since it was happening simultaneously with the Water-Gate scandal. So, whoever went on to the island nation of Vietnam either went with a riffle or a camera. With war journalists reporting the losses of American or Vietnamese troops, or the events that took place, during that period of time, not only were journalist blamed by the the president (Nixon) but also the citizens for the loss of the war. when all they did was report what happened on the field. This started protests in the counterculture lifestyle communities, or as they were called in the period "Hippies".

In modern time their do exist journalist who report the war in Ukraine-Russia, but it has not ended. Is it the ineffectiveness of journalism or the fact that discourse has not started which has led to the war continuing.

The Advertisement itself uses two halves, one on the right side being a pencil tip, while the left being the tail end of an atomic bomb. Clearly to show the difference of how difficult each are, one being as harsh as the violent use use of an atomic bomb, while the other having the possibility to create peace and stability or to simply create. The advertisement tries to make the viewer want to make violence stop to start the simper option. a cease-fire on both sides.

As a narrator I may have no power to help or to start this discussion. But, as it was in the Vietnam war. The most unlikely sources could be blamed for stopping the war, and awareness is just the modern war effort.

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https://www.writersdigest.com/be-inspired/the-cold-open-facing-the-blank-page

This here is what made me understand the most awful affliction a narrator could go through, all the horrors of the world couldn't amount to the pain of the taunting blank page.

It's something that the author of this article (William Kenower) explains well. Sometimes the things that distract us or what we want to write about could be right there, we could have all the motivation in the world. But only because we're all over the place we forget that at one point of time, we have to get to the writing that we set for ourselves.

As of now I've gone through writer's block and tried coming out of it by brute force, by forcing myself to write something. The result as expected was something that I didn't like writing or have the heart in me to put it on the internet.

Like William said in his essay, I write something interesting because I am interested (and no one pays me yet). The daily passing by of people, emotions, hardships and good and bad, the grey of both of those interests me. It's something that I want to convey as well (poorly at least if not at all). The tips that he mentioned are something that could work, and without knowing it I think I have used the methods to some extent. To start cold and uninteresting is something that I have trouble with and it is a problem that get, but it is important since that is where the creative part of making something better or more interesting is.

It is important with many forms of creation which are similar to each other, like in art you need the take a step back and see your whole picture. That's where you take a step back, and re-read what you've written.

So it is something that I agree with and it's a way of writing so to speak, it will be difficult but, that's the journey of anything not just writing. But, in the end, it is to persevere and go beyond what you envision of yourself.

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Why I write

Reading is something that I have done ever since I could read (ironic). But, it evolved into something much more than that, I started to believe that I could write as well, maybe be able to engrave my name among the greats of writing.

A naïve dream. I know now that it is something that I cannot choose to do. I have but the will and skill that I learn to sharpen every day, to improve at writing. I'm not the same narrator I was 2 years ago.

My want to write is different as well, what want to do is to sell you (my audience) the lie that I tell. Since it is the most respectable job where a person lies to the consumer. The better the lie the better the person is at their job (my job).

This all started when one person propelled me to the level where I am and is the reason I write, told me that writing is a dead job, disappointed I wanted to change that. To prove to my teacher that people want to be able to still read and be enamoured with the creation of people, environments and emotions or to be fearful of the connection they have with it.

At this point in time I've forgotten to write for myself, I write for anyone who still cares.

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The Duo 2

As they ran into the room blindly, the sister felt a solid stop her dead in her tracks. The force that had stopped her, was enough to make her feel winded. When she brought her hands to what had cloth lined her, she felt the bannister to the stairs.

The only thing she could now was to feel the bannister all the way till she got to the stairs. She took her brother's hand and yanked him to herself, making both of them run down the stairs. They were rushing so badly that the sister missed the last few steps making both of them fall down to the floor below. She took her brother down with her, crashing on what would have been the hardwood floor, but this was strange when they landed they only had a hard impact but softer than what the floor would have been. When the sister looked on with horror, a room filled with insects, which made the rotting flesh smell worse as the image of the bodies had turned more unbearable, as the bodies which once were in white sheets. Were now either ripped or torn showing the contents of bodies decaying as maggots ate into the flesh, and the skin starting to look putrid, green as if the bodies had been infected as they decayed. But, the worst wasn't over yet, some of the sheets were still full, and the people were still alive shouting, screaming and writing in pain as blood from different spots of their bodies spread across the sheets while the people rolled around in pain.

There was no time to shield her brother from any of this. She got off the body that they both had landed on and dragged him along before he could help himself up. They ran, stumbling on every odd body and clump of maggots that they stepped on and lost their balance. The sister couldn't care how they made their way across. They simply had to.

The door to the next room was something the sister didn't think would be something that would make her glad. The woods were now a forest, the darkness which seemed to have slowly crept up on both of them was now here, making itself aware. There was almost an acre's worth of trees in between them and, the next door still had the little light which could be seen through the dense woods. The brother pushed the sister forward, and she heard the of the door as right that moment a clean silverish knife stabbed through the door. The brother put his hand forward to his sister. As she looked at him with thankfulness, as he helped her up. He went out running as the sister was trying to look out for what would be coming for them, from last time.

Just then the hound pounced. It wasn't making its presence made, now it wanted them. It went for the sister as it bit the sister and held on to her, making her be pulled back and thrown to the ground again as the hound dug its fangs deeper into the sister's arm.

The pain hadn't registered yet, she was running on the pure rush of blood within her. Thought her arm was stuck in the fangs the hound roughed about his head, ragdolling the sister on the ground. She tried to fight back swinging her arms wildly. Her brother's screams had become white noise. Something for the background, when she got a hit. A square hit right on the snout of the hound. It wined as it retreated back to the darkness of the forest. She clutched her arm as her brother held on to her by the ends of her jacket. They ran, they had to.

The pain still didn't kick in, for the sister it wasn't over until they both were out. They kept going, and when the sudden realization hit the sister like a brick in the face, she took her left arm and made her brother duck as she made both of them lunge forward. The sound of gunshots echoed through the forest. The shots didn't hit either of them, but it was a call the sister had made almost too late. Her breath was too fast for her to catch up with. The blood in her body was too entrapping. Her right arm had started spewing out blood right after they jumped. When she looked at her arm, the blood had spread so much that the blood soaked in the denim and leaked down her arm leaving streams of blood pooling in her palm. Her brother was sitting upright, breathing heavily himself. The pain of the fall and the sister's arm had caught up to her, she couldn't think of what to say to him.

She burst, "SHUT UP!" Her breathing was still rapid as she said, "You're the only reason we're here! I never wanted to do any of this. You made this happen." The brother was silent he couldn't raise his eye to meet his sister's. She got up in a hurry, and grabbed the brother's hand, pulling him off the ground. They weren't running anymore. The sister simply stomped forward dragging her brother alongside her. The door faded forward, as the anger in the sister continued, when she pushed the door open the stairs which had extended so much further, that it looked impossible to climb regularly. Still fueled by her pain and anger she made both of them marched to the top.

When they were near the top. Out of breath and her vision getting hazy, the sister kept panting as she forced both of them to climb. When they reached it, the timer was already flashing "00:00". They had run out of time. This time the old man didn't say anything over the PA, except the static of the microphone echoed screeching on.

The sister couldn't take it. She fell to her knees, leaving her brother as she clutched her own head, trying to breathe slowly, as tears ran down her face. She couldn't save herself, barely her brother. A pain in her stomach had started, like a disease spreading to the top of her body. As she sniffled. When she opened her eyes seeing the timer had reset. She looked side to side, but her brother wasn't there. A shout alerted her, right by where the restart door was. Right through the mid-way of the door frame was the masked person brandishing the silverish knife in their hand resting on the brother's shoulder, ready to gash open her brother from the lungs to the shoulder.

She cried out, all for nothing. The door swung itself shut. The sister shot up again, chasing after what she feared would be hopeless, crashing through the door after the maniac with the knife and her brother

Well, that's it for now, but part 3 coming soon, don't worry ;)

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The Duo

We start with a cliché duo. Of an older sister and younger brother.

they both had been wandering an amusement park nearing its closing time. The sister had been exhausted walking around with her brother, who went bouncing off the walls at each ride they did. As they were leaving the park they noticed a gate for a haunted house-esque course. The sister was tired of going so long without resting at any one of the rides. so she thought that since her brother would be scared they could walk as slowly as they wanted.

They went up to the ticket counter, where they were greeted by a wrinkly old man who peered at them with his eyes half closed. he had a gruff voice as he spoke to them like he was trying very hard to speak to them. He told them, "The park's almost closed, so I'll give you both twenty minutes to get through the course. Otherwise, you'll have to do a forfeit."

The brother asked in his squeaky voice, "W-What'll the forfeit be?" The old man smirked at him and said, "I'll decide that. Off you go now."

They both walked past the reception and to the beginning of the obstacle course. In the beginning, there was a giant neon timer on the wall which had already started counting down from 20 minutes. as they started walking through the first room, which was decorated with the usual haunted house, items with fake pies stuffed with fingers here, a silicone decapitated head with blood there, and a bunch of fake bodies wrapped in bloodied white sheets.

Being 15 the sister had seen plenty of horror movies and enough to not get scared and walk knowing that her brother (10-year-old) could hardly let go of her denim jacket sleeve. She easily walked across the room while antagonizing her brother as they walked pointing out all the gory things in the room.

As they crossed the 'horror' room, the next one was an open space where again it was a straight path with dense trees that surrounded the place, and faint lights illuminated the false dirt path, to a door which had a single bright yellow light making its presence. the sister knew what was about to come, in an instant as if on queue a silhouetted animal shot across them guided on a wire with animal sound coming from the woods. Her brother jumped and yelled in shock. his sister smirked at him as she continued making him walk on, as they got to the next room.

This time it was a massive set of staircases, something you couldn't have seen from the outside. but, the sister looked around and saw the neon timer, it had less than 2 minutes left on the timer, but the sister wasn't bothered, they still walked up the stairs at the same speed as they had. There weren't many steps but when they got to the top the timer had just reached 1 second.

Over a PA system, the sister heard the old man's voice as he said, "Well, look's like you kids didn't make it. Now for the forfeit do it again until you clear it." the sister scoffed and said, "oh yeah, sure man run it back." the old man said gruffly, "I don't like your attitude, young lady. now go through that door." the brother started to speak, "but, there's-" when he looked to the side where a plain white door stood

They both walked through and to the sister's surprise, they were back where they had started. the sister got dazed by the sudden loop back to the beginning because there was no way they could go back the since they walked in a straight line not a circle. But, they continued to the first room which had changed there were only dim orange lights that lit the room and a smell of rotting eggs wafted through the room. They went past with the bodies still unmoved from the first time. They went to the door to the next 'room' where the animal sounds had been replaced by crickets creaking.

Unfazed still they walked with her brother still sticking to her like gum. As they reached the halfway line the same silhouetted animal was on a line, but this time as that happened something poked both her and the brother, the jolt shocked both of them and when the sister looked back on the floor behind them just to see two blunt wooden darts, but the sister was beginning to see that her brother's face had paled after going through the course again, so she looked at the timer which already had gone through half of their time.

she grabbed him and started walking faster to the next room when they opened the door the flight of stairs had doubled like the second floor of a building. She told her brother, "Take two stairs at a time." then a little at ease and same pace they climbed the stairs two at a time. when they reached the top, it was unfortunately to no avail, the timer ran out and the old man only said on the PA, "Again." the sister wanted to call off the man when she said, "Now, common that wasn't even proper twenty minutes!" he yelled out, "AGAIN!" her brother pulled her cuff and said, "Don't worry we'll get the next one." she got a boost of strength, but she knew the park was definitely closed by now and their parents would be worried. So the best she could do was smile at him and say, "You're right we'll get it."

Hand in hand both of them walked to start the course again, the first room as they opened the door had changed again. This time the door that they needed was not longer across a room, but a singular orange light on the other side of the room where a bannister for stairs could be seen. They took their first step together when the sister got pushed from the side colliding with her brother and stumbling.

It was so sudden that she couldn't even shout, but to look at the aggressor was a person in a full suit, with a white mask which had no details of a face and looked like it had been made out of porcelain, with the eyes blacked out.

The person just stood and stared at the duo, the brother was choking on his words, with nothing but his breath escaping him. The sister couldn't think of what they could do but rush out to escape. She grabbed her brother's hand and ran down the stairs, panicking about how they would get out of here.

At the bottom of the stairs there was a dimly lit wide room but, enough to see what the room held in itself. A scent of rotting flesh with mud was in the air, as several white bloodied sheets of bodies lay spread across the room, with thousands of maggots all over the room. The sister had taken a minute to bring herself back to the moment instead of what she was seeing, she turned to her brother as she heard him labour his breathing as if he had to force his lungs to work. She took her hand and covered his eyes, as she guided him across the room. The only sound that could be heard was from the crunching of the maggots under their shoes and the sound of the insects moving. The smell was unbearable to both of them. The sister tried her best to move as fast as they could.

When they reached the next part, the sister slammed the door. The woods had become bigger with trees sprouting in the middle of the path. The sister decided they would walk quickly without stopping for anything. When they were halfway through a large black hound leapt past them, it was nowhere near them but enough for them to start running to the door which had moved further down the path.

The brother yelled in pain, the sister shot a look at him to see that his arm had been cut by something. But they couldn't stop now. They had to end this. However, they could. They reached the next door without caring about closing it they ran to the stairs. This time the sister ran quicker than the brother as they tried to still make it up the stairs. But the stairs had become steeper and taller, it felt as if they were climbing higher than a house.

Panting all the way to the top they reached in time to see the timer reach 1 second, and on cue, the old man angrily said, "Again!" the sister yelled at him, "NO, not again you've done enough. You've hurt my brother, let us go please." She didn't feel it but tears had started flowing down her face she said, "I'm sorry for whatever I did, but please, please don't do this." The PA system crackled as the old man said slowly, "I don't remember asking you to beg, now do it again." The sound of a door slamming came from their left, where the door that looped and had been slammed by the person in the mask had come out of. They walked with no remorse, he grabbed the sister by her head and threw her forward.

It was so fast the sister couldn't protect herself and before she knew it, she felt herself crash hard on the wood where she got thrown. She winced in pain, as she sat up to see her brother who was beside her face up and lay unmoving with his eyes closed. She rushed her hands to his face, shaking him lightly without letting her thoughts get the best of her, she said to him, "Please wake up, please. I promise we'll make it out, please wake up. I'll make sure that you get out."

The brother slowly opened his eyes, as he took a deep breath. He sat up and took a moment to get his mind to one place. He kept breathing quickly before he finally said to his sister, "Let's go, I think I'm fine." They both got off the ground to look at where they were now.

The first room again but, there was no light. Only moonlight to vaguely see where they were. Both of them were still uneasy, and not ready to move as of yet. The sister looked around the room to see the bannister to the stairs again but, she couldn't. Unless they moved from where they were. Holding her brother's hand, they took a step forward.

A soft thud came from behind them, and in an instant, the sister turned. Only to see the masked person standing there threateningly, brandishing a knife in one hand. The sister raised one hand to her shoulders, signalling them to keep at bay. As the duo carefully started taking steps backwards, the person advanced with each step they took.

With no clue where the stairs to the door were. The person didn't play this game of cat and mouse and leapt forward into a run towards them, the sister was just about to turn to run away when he had already reached them and started slashing blindly. In one of the slashes, he cut the sister's hand, not too deep but enough for her to not register the pain just yet.

They ran blindly to wherever they could save themselves.

Sorry to leave on a cliffhanger but, it's getting excessive. so I'll be leaving this here for now and part 2 is upcoming. Do let me know how you find this. :)

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Welcome :)

Welcome to a place where I, (The Narrator) have come to share stories on a platform with some difficulties I imagine.

But we stick here nevertheless. perseverance. a skill I will get to learn here I imagine, though I might have a few things up my sleeve to teach everyone here on the website.

Anyway, after this I'll start posting content that'll hold no bars, for everyone so to speak.

Enjoy and do give criticism wherever need be, I'm always learning.