June 30: Alone

From @cernoblog:

Are you the only one who feels that tyranny is the primal force tugging at the trajectory of politics? Does everyone around you think casting one's allegiance to a king every few years is democracy? Do your friends still pretend they live in one? Don't worry, with Chivas Regal, you are never alone.

From @Priyanthie de Silva:

I stood alone on the deserted beach,watching the sea gulls screeching overhead. What an ugly sound they made, for creatures so footloose & fancy free. Take the caged bird for example, they sang their hearts out, with such gay abandon! Nobody would know theirs was a cry of desperation.

From @Mari_deSilva:

It’s really not as bad as everyone perceives it to be, you know? Sometimes it’s all your heart craves for. The solace no other state of being can ever provide. I’m often warned that if I continue this way, I’d probably wind up alone one day. Sometimes I think that day can’t come soon enough.

From @shamsmakkiya:

Sisters' poisoned sister

Mrs. Hagar, a lady of fortune, desired the young man of characters for her daughter alone.

He declined her proposal.

Aggravated her anger.

She camouflaged it under her plotful grin.

Days later,

He bonded his dream-girl.

Mrs. Hagar threw them a grand feast.

His sister-in-law turned blue.

The poison consumed the budding soul.

From @wIkIfReAkz:

The echoing sound of ‘left-right-left’ is now over...

I'm sighing deeply, gazing at the empty parade-ground..

How paradoxical it's been:

feeling lonely, among routine bugles and a mass of worn-out berets and boots...

My first task will be fighting against anonymity..

*

Then I didn't know I would never identify the camouflaged soul of mine..

From @raisalw:

She sleeps in doorways.

Once she was a mother, but when she was done cooking, cleaning and raising them, they didn’t need her anymore.

So now she sleeps in shop fronts, alone. Except even those aren’t her friends- she has a scar from when one roller door shut on her face- a zip-line, measuring pain.

From Yasmin:

Growing up in a broken household had hardened her. She allowed no one inside her heart, because being alone was safest, she thought. But deep inside, she was lonely.

He loved her deeply; that much she knew, but it was unfair to expect him to understand her completely. He was, after all, only a boy.