General

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A poised and calm chiseled, exterior, she portrayed,

In her head, a flurry of activity, all frayed,

She played along, thinking on her feet,

His diabolic heart, cloaked in dripping graciousness replete,

She did read; biding time, was her game,

Till the opportune moment came,

To escape, the big marauding cat, on a dare,

To trap an unsuspecting prey ( so he thought ), in his snare.

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The twins were inseparable. They were identical twins, most people would confuse one for the other.Tarun, did not have to look in the mirror, to see his reflection; it was right there in the form of Varun. They were similar in many ways as well, in their thinking and sensitivities. So connected were they, that one appeared as the shadow of the other. The first nine years of their lives were spent in entwined, inalienable bliss.The sun stopped shining on them,when a severe drought hit their region. Their father was a small time farmer, selling to middlemen. He earned enough and more for their sustainance, enough to meet their not so fancy needs.

Circumstances changed overnight, at the blink of an eyelid. Their father, unable to cope with financial pressures, took the easy way out. He left them high and dry, to fend for…

“War is at the doorstep. What do you expect me to do?”

His question was open ended, and both of them knew the answer. There was nothing they could do at such a hostile country. They had the power, and nobody was doing anything to stop them.

Fear at what could happen to the world if other countries got involved in what looked like a border conflict. The difference seventy years made, didn’t help the helpless. They woke up to bombs and tanks rolling down the streets. They woke up to the news that their country was being engulfed in pain. They woke up, and everything was different.

“Nothing, nothing but look after your family, keep them safe.”

What’s the worst that can happen? He wanted to keep his family safe, but the only way to do that was to leave his country.

Silent War

No one doubts that you’re in pain when you’re walking around bleeding. You’re lucky, if someone believes you’re hurt, without you having to forcibly cut off an arm.

Naira was fine. She was perfect. There wasn’t a scratch on her. She was just about to throw herself off the top of a high-rise, that was all. And what was so special about that?

Everyone had problems. Anyone who thought their problems deserved attention just wasn’t trying hard enough to solve them. Right?

War was hard. Poverty was hard. Going out to break you’re back trying to make money was hard. But when “war is at the doorstep, what do you expect to do?” Stand still and be quiet?

Marriage? You couldn’t possibly be complaining about being married. You wanted to be married, didn’t you? Learning your partner’s personality, his tendencies, his flaws. That was your responsibility…

Laura dreaded hearing the alarm go off because today was the day she would have to confront her own faith in the wake of a huge battle. Her eyes were gasping with tears as she watched the smoke fill the bay. It was hard to breathe because the war was at the doorstep of her country’s border.

“What do you expect me to do?” She asked to the heavens, even though she had been lacking in her faith. “Should I sit here…watching the demise? What would you really have me do, God?”

She was angry, and she was scared. She had never seen a war like this one before, and she never thought it would hit like the missiles that were flying in the skies. She was struggling to understand the madness, and at the same time, she wanted to feel a higher…

Reena’s Xploration Challenge #219

Include the sentence somewhere in your piece. “War is at the doorstep. What do you expect me to do?”

“War is at the doorstop. What do you expect me to do?”

By Ami (Gypsie) Offenbacher-Ferris

“War is at the doorstop. What do you expect me to do?” Asked Poland of the little Ukrainian girl standing on the steps of the Palac Prezydencki. Her small frame although dwarfed by President Andrzej Duda, remained standing tall in front of him.

“We can not worry about Russia and her desire to reintegrate Ukraine little girl, we must focus our energies on returning Poland to a higher state of Christianity that we might do good in the world.” He turned and left her standing on those opulent marble steps alone.

“War is at the doorstop. What do you expect me to…