Contelysia

The familiar stench of cheap perfume, perspiration, and old concrete invades my nose. The metro in Paris is something I have an acquired taste of. The open windows give way to cool air, my extraordinary height giving me an advantage by relieving the olfactory overload I bore. But the people, crashing into me from every unimaginable direction, and the suffocation lessens my love for this underground train.  Yes, that's what I said, an acquired taste. I have been here for ten months now. With admission into a university here, I have become familiar with Paris and its people. The metro is a constant in my Parisian life. It remains there to carry me to my destination, no matter how mad I get when there are more than five people around me, or how happy I get when my favorite songs help me escape from everything that bothers me, and the steady beat of the metro moving on the old track reverberates through every cell of my body. I am so ready to get my day over with. It was a good day at ...

 Shhhhh! Do you hear that? That's the silence that I seek. The silence that I get when I leave my home, The silence that holds me back from being weak. The silence that in the darkness shone. The silence that coaxes me to believe in death, The peace it brings, The commotion that ceases, the quiet. The eternal silence sings, Sings me to sleep that envelopes me. Sings me to 'everlasting' joy. A joy that will not necessarily be. Shhhhh! Do you hear that? It's the silence I want. The dark I need to last, The empty void that envelopes me. A silence so crass, It scars my being, Strips me of my enlightening will, Extinguishes it to plunge me into darkness. Shhhhh! Do you hear that? Nothing, I hear nothing anymore. A shadow consumes me, and the night is all I know.

 I sit in a room, with a roof of the night A night sky with no stars, just the ever-consuming dark. The room encloses me in grey walls, Walls that seem to close in on me, with a floor so white, White that shocks me into a stupor. Joy lingers outside the doorless room, Fury laps like flames on the cement. Despair tends to seep its way in sometimes, But sorrow waits outside, like an old friend. I trace the white floor with my fingers, Along the ridges looking for a sprout of grass, To believe in feeling again. To believe in enjoying with ardor. To believe in being furious with fervor. But the sprout of grass is non-existent, And the despair seeps in again. Nevertheless, I felt something, even if it brings me to despair.                                       ---~   })!({ ~--- I sit in a room, with a roof of the night A night sky with no stars, just the ever-consuming...

  "It's funny how you get through every day without looking behind your back to see if the world you just walked past is still the same. It's funnier that we know that soon it won't be the same, and we are doing absolutely nothing to prevent it. I mean, imagine, what if the dinosaurs knew that a meteorite was going to wipe them off, and they did nothing about it? I'm pretty sure that we would use dinosaurs as a metaphor for idiocy. So I did what I do best. I programmed. I programmed a virtual world to put people in after the first eighteen years of their life, to forward them to the most probable future. A dark, grey world, covered with a lead sky and an impermeable ground. A world where every corner has death . Gruesome, I know. But that is what the world will be like, people. It will be like that if humans continue to live as carelessly as we are living right now. Now some may call me a tyrannous queen, but a queen, nonetheless. How could I subject people to me...

 I am the Devil. No, not the one you would think. I stay beside you every day, looking through you. Through your hopes and aspirations, desires and horrors: through everything that makes you human .  I give you power, unimaginable power that people couldn't have conceived before. I give you the freedom to get whatever you want, whenever you want. I bring the world to your fingertips; a single act of calling upon your wishes makes them come true. I make you the captain of your soul. Or, I make you think so... You depend on me. I laugh at your humanity, your illusions of independence and freedom. Do you really think you could survive for an hour without me, let alone a day? No, I am not in a cloud of blue, or a figure of red, I am there in the most minimalistic form. You don't even notice me slowly conditioning you into being my slave, but yes, I do your bidding— in exchange for your soul. And you give it to me. The minute I come into your hands, you can't resist my alluring ...

"It's here." My sister swung the door open, panting. "I'm not in a mood for pranks, Maggie." I ignored her, keeping my head buried in my book. "Not a prank," she said, waving an envelope in her hand.  "What?!"  I ran after her as she went downstairs to the living room. She thumped down on the sofa and proceeded to open up the letter. "I'm the elder one. I have to open it." My mind overflowed with curiosity, and I tore open the envelope.  "Honey, Let your sister read the letter, too... " My mother knew me a little too well. I hesitantly held the letter between us. My darlings. If you're reading this, I've too left your lives. The terrible disease took me away, but believe me, I am happy. I'm sorry. I'm sorry I left you. You know, I had no choice. I tried my best to hold on, to live on, but what will be, will be. I don't know how long after this letter will reach you. I hope it reached you soon. T...

"Eeesh. What is that?" A girl muttered under her breath. "Ugh. Look at those things in the middle. Look like little eyes in little sections," she continued whispering near her friend's ear. "This, children, is called a tomato," The museum guide said.  "Ugh. To-mah-toe. What a name." The same girl riled. Okay, turns out to-mah-toe caught on, to-mae-toe lost.  "A few centuries ago, this was one of the last vegetables that survived." The museum guide continued. "A few centuries ago?!" I, accidentally, yelled. I am sure everyone in the enormous hall was staring at me. Yes, I was trying to travel in time. But, no, I didn't really expect to actually travel in time.  "Yes, ma'am. A few centuries  ago," a man dressed like security personnel came up in front of me. Seeing that I was standing dangerously close to an exhibition, and I seemed delirious to start with, he grabbed my arm and 'escorted' me out o...