Chaos- poetry.

C H A O S

Lungs filled with smoke,
Eyes covered in fog,
Mouth stuffed with sand,
Mind gelled out into chaos.

Living among scrunched up
paper and meagre amounts of ink,
I live art and
breathe Magic.

My mind tangled
amongst twists in my hair,
and the scent of
far fetched memories.

My lips burnt
of biting in doubt and anger.
My soul yearns to feel
warmth that singes, yet comforts.

My eyes simmer in pain,
my heart shrinks in ache,
my hands burn from scars,
my feet buckle under agony.

Is life truly a balance?
Is doubt in reality, fear
sheathed among layers?
Is my heart truth or my mind sane?

Questions linger in my mind
Mending my brain
into stitched up layers of fabric
But should I fear or embrace them?

Life is truly a choice between
Embrace and embarrass,
For not all glitters are gold,
And not all are to be embraced.

I sigh as I breathe confusion
Exhale madness
And consume guilt
And expel passion.

This is a barf of some recent thoughts that gel in my mind. Thought I should share it. Don’t ponder too much over it, sometimes I’m truly crazy.

Yours truly

CrazyLittleRowling  ; )

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The Seven Accomplices.

The seven accomplices

Meet the seven accomplices of life, sins you may or may not evade. Each paragraph signifies one deadly sin, that I have not named. Try finding them.

The seven deadly sins are: Greed, Sloth, Envy, Lust, Wrath, Gluttony and Pride.

It rages in you,

I reside in you,

Every part of you.

You discover yourself,

in someone else,

and then, I shall feast on you.

I am what defines man,

desire and fulfilment,

content and tastefulness,

but is it what you deserve?

Are your needs defined

to the proportions of the sea?

I am what you live out of.

Shapes of your external abode,

are what I bloat.

Is the stomach an unimaginable

escape to the mental stress you are put in?

I am what you consume and what consumes you.

Your limbs and mind

have ceased to work,

and you shall forget

what your task is.

I shall reign your reins,

for you are a mere beast asleep.

Oh, you know me too well,

for I am what makes you feel the pain,

for I am the substance that burns

in you, and what makes you yearn,

plead and act. I shall help you gulp

what you feel, and most of all deserve.

I am what follows my closest brother,

who just stands above me.

I am what makes you act

to what injustice shall occur,

or what you yearn,

or what you pleaded of.

I am what follows after happiness,

or the end of a yearning.

I am who shall demean every

one that once surrounded me,

that clapped hands to a falling individual.

I am one who shall blind you of gratefulness.

The deadly sins (in order of the paragraphs are)

  • Lust
  • Greed
  • Glutton
  • Sloth
  • Envy
  • Wrath
  • Pride

Five Hobbies That You Can Develop As A Teenager.

Being a teenager is fun, you know there’s friends to hang out with, fun things to do, and then, there’s school too. Whilst all this there are so many skills you can develop that’d be fun.

So here, I’ve made a list of stuff that’d be fun to do as a teenager!

1.Photography

Photography is fun and I think clicking pictures that’d last, would be very fun. Being a kid, I hated being pictured, but now I enjoy both picturing others and being photographed myself. It’s just fun, being able to discover your aesthetic, artistic, and creative sense! You can peep my Instagram for some photography.

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Are you hungry yet?

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That’s me being creative, and trying to picture some biscuits like macaroons. Also, Fingernail game on point. *note the sarcasm*

2. Calligraphy

Learner and Doer of Calligraphy, personally Calligraphy is my stress bust for the day. I just like moving all those delicate brushes through the paper to bring out some beautiful piece of handwriting. It’s just something that one can never stop to develop.

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That’s a blending fail.

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This is a good one though. Again, fingernails are ugly.

3. Mandala drawing, Zentagle, Doodling

All these three are something that’ll make you creative beyond limit. At least that’s what I believe in. They’re super fun to do and something that you weave on the spot. I’ve started off with these quite recently, and find it extremely enjoyable.

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My first ever Mandala. Dear Mandala experts, I’m in for some criticising. There’s millions of ways I could improve.

4.Origami

I know you’re all like, “No! That’s for kids!”, but as far as it’s concerned, even adults can try it. It’s just fun, and a great way to play with paper.

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Here’s this cute origami bookmark that I made!

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And this one, by my brother! You can find the tutorial here.

5. Music/ Poetry/ Writing

I know they’re all different things, but honing just one of these skills is going to fun enough, and enjoyable, and turns out I’m into all of these.

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That’s some poetry by me.

Also, I’m writing something on Wattpad!

The poet.

 “Our hearts are caged, 

and are banging on cell doors​, 

to be let out free, 

to live fulfillment,

and freedom,

to live of love,

to live of rage,

Of colors,

Of fire,

Of magic.”

 To find out more about the poem scroll on to my story: “The Poet.” http://my.w.tt/UiNb/PEj3K5nlVF

Poetic rants.

Rants are a part of life. There’s nothing you can do about it. There’s actually something extremely intriguing about it. It’s how you do it that matters. Not why you’re doing it. Or even if there are opinions that conflict these.

So I found ways to doing this. And one way that really relieved me is either making poetry or reading. You can also find this on my Instagram.https://www.instagram.com/p/BXz7iuAFf69/

“Broken”

“Broken”- We’re all a little broken,

Broken in our own way,

But the last time I checked,

Broken crayons still color.
We’re all a little alone,

Aloned by people,

But you still have yourself,

To bring some cheer into your way.
We’re all a little hated,

Hated for our real,

But the last person I spoke to,

Told me I am loved.
We’re all a little jealous,

Jealous cause why not me?

But your time will come when you take chances.
We’re all a little joyful,

Joyful cause it’s life,

Live it and experience every emotion.

-Shashvathi S Hariharan

And then, she gave in;

Gave in her strength and stopped holding herself back.

She let those tears roll down her cheeks, those cheeks that had never been wet by tears.

As the water hit her face, she moaned. They collided and hit the floor

Invaluable and precious tears that could’ve shed for something better,

rather than this. – Shashvathi S Hariharan

“Strange”

Her soul was a strange one.

A mixture of the strangest, yet beautiful things.

Strange? What is strange? Strange  is falling in love with the unique things. Unique things that people don’t notice, notice the beauty in them.

She loved the gloom of the rain.

She loved the aftermath of rain- everything about it..

She loved books, the smell, the feel, the way she could escape reality.

She loved the eyes of people, the way each one could convey what it’s been through.

She was special, unique and strange yet beautiful.

She knew that beauty wasn’t on the outside,

It was on the inside, and the inside is what matters.

She was strange, yet beautiful on the inside.- Shashvathi S Hariharan

“Cared”

She just cared so much.

So much, for everything.

It was just part of her,

And that was why she got hurt.

People knew she cared, and they took her for granted.

She would bend down to give a hand and people would tread on her hand.

She knew she’d  have to change, but it’s easier said than done.

And then the day dawned, she’d had enough.

Sh told herself “Enough”.-Shashvathi S Hariharan

“Colors”

Our life is a surge of colors.

We are in ourself, a beautiful rainbow.

Have you seen a rainbow?

It’s beautiful! And, it’s made of a lot of colors.

Colors that depict beauhy of itself.

Sometimes, you’re a bright yellow, to light up someone’s day.

And then, sometimes you’re a pretty pink, just too beautiful to handle.

I’ma red too, too spicy and rude to be human.

But then there’s blue when you feel deep in the dumps.

And the worst feared- black.

I feel black, dark and lonely.

I feel alone.-Shashvathi S Hariharan

Extremes” and another one I didn’t name. Meh.

Have you ever noticed, sometimes in life you’re either gasping for breath either because you’re laughing way too hard or you’re crying way too hard. The extremes always leave you breathless.

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Sometimes I wished life was a lot simpler,

But I have come to understand that,

If life decided to collapse, it would collapse gracefully,

And rebuild itself with utmost strength.

Strength, that will uphold it next time. -Shashvathi S Hariharan

Sometimes life has come to a point, where crying, talking or poetry don’t mean anything more.

She took a deep breath.

It would be the last adventure of her life.

She let her feet slip,

And she soared.

She felt pumped once and for last.- Shashvathi S Hariharan.

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And then silence prevailed.

They got closer and closer. And almost everything had come to order.

She felt complete.-Shashvathi S Hariharan

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That’s not all. I’ve written lots of other which I’ve misplaced and will take 84 years to find. So the next blog I’d probably get more.

A tip for over thinkers.

Are you SiCk anD TiReD oF OVerThiNking? Well, here’sthe solution for you…

Just kidding.

Well, yeah I do have a solution, but not for stopping it. For reducing it and being more reasonable about what you think. Or rather, OVerThiNk.

*Drumroll*

Music is the key. 

Put on headphones and start studying, and you will procrastinate. And as you procrastinate, start thinking about how shitty your day has been. Whatever music it may be, it’s gonna make you feel better.

If it’s Happy, it will give you good vibes and you know, get you to the positive things that happened today.

If it’s Sad, well, just cry it out. Make sure you have some tissues and some ice cream and the Air Conditioner switched on for extra effect. And if you’re a writer, take your journal and write poetry, or just write about the day with maximum profanity.

It it’s peppy, turn up the volume to the highest and jump around your room like a lunatic, well, at least till the neighbors complain what a noisy vermin you are. Or, just start laughing as though your crush just told you a joke. Yeah. I mean, just fake it. Laugh till your stomach aches, or until your younger brother comes to check on you if you’re okay.

Or if you want extra extra effect, complete all your work and go to bed like super early. And then, put on headphones and think. Or you could do the following things:

  • Cry silently
  • Scream into the pillow
  • Cry loudly, and wait for everyone to burst into your room, and then when they ask why, tell them “Nothing.” with a dramatic sniff.
  • Orrrrr, best of all. Take your phone and text your friend/ mom aaand …Rant your butt off. 

The last one has a lot of bonus points, especially if it’s your friend. Cause now they know what a cry baby you are.😂😂

Disclaimer: This blog has been written with a lot of humor. But that doesn’t mean it’s a joke. It’s just humor- ised so my readers can have a good time. And also, follow these without any shame.

 Also, to make you feel better, I do all of these. Be rest assured.

The Ultimate Playlist.

Music means a lot to me. I thought I should make a playlist- blog post cause every blog has one. These are some songs that truly mean something to me. So here you go!!

  • Cold- Maroon 5 ft.Future
  • Everyday- Ariana Grande ft. Future
  • Barcelona- Ed Sheeran
  • BO$$- Fifth Harmony
  • This is What You Came For- Calvin Harris ft. Rihanna
  • Castle On the Hill- Ed Sheeran
  • Something Just Like This- The Chainsmokers &The Coldplay
  • All We Know- The Chainsmokers ft. Phoebe Ryan
  • Closer- The Chainsmokers ft. Halsey
  • Don’t let me down- The Chainsmokers ft. Daya
  • Nancy Mulligan- Ed Sheeran
  • History- One Direction
  • Paris- The Chainsmokers
  • Setting Fires- The Chainsmokers
  • Let me Love you- D J Snake ft. Justin Bieber
  • Drag Me Down- One Direction
  • Story of my life- One Direction
  • Love me like you so- Ellie Goulding
  • Miss Movin’ on- Fifth Harmony
  • Sledgehammer- Fifth Harmony
  • That’s my girl- Fifth Harmony
  • Galway Girl- Fifth Harmony
  • I Don’t Wanna Live Forever- ZAYN, Taylor Swift
  • I hate you, I love you- Gnash ft. Olivia O’ Brian
  • Just Hold on- Steve Aoki, Louis Tomlinson
  • Baby- Justin Bieber ft. Ludacris ( You gotta forgive me for this. I don’t know why I like it. It’s probably because, he sounds like a girl, or because it’s about First Love.)
  • Sorry- Justin Bieber
  • Chained to the Rhythm- Katy Perry ft. Skip Marley
  • Firework- Katy Perry
  • Rise- Katy Perry ( Okay, this song’s got some serious stuff. It inspires me more than anything.)
  • Hot N Cold- Katy Perry
  • This is How We Do- Katy Perry
  • It Ain’t me- Kygo, Selena Gomez
  • First Time- Kygo, Ellie Goulding
  • Lean On- D J Snake & major Lazer ft. MØ
  • Bad Things- Machine Gun Kelly, Camila Cabello ( This song means hella a lot to me. It’s really close to me and gets to me to my highest and extreme most emotions)
  • Down- Marian Hill
  • Me Too- Meghan Trainor ( Yeah, nice quirky song to get your spirits up in the morning)
  • I’m a Lady- Meghan Trainor
  • Confident- Demi Lovato (Aaah..another of those beautiful inspirational ones)
  • We Don’t Talk Anymore- Charlie Puth ft. Selena Gomez
  • Heart Attack- Demi Lovato
  • Soap- Melanie Martinez
  • Dollhouse- Melanie Martinez
  • Best​ Song Ever- One Direction
  • Sugar- Maroon 5
  • Uptown Funk- Mark Ronson ft. Bruno Mars
  • That’s What I Like- Bruno Mars
  • Reflection- Fifth Harmony
  • Work- Rihanna
  • Only You- Selena Gomez
  • Same old Love- Selena Gomez
  • Try Everything- Shakira
  • I’m in Love with a Monster- Fifth Harmony ( Yaaay! This is one of those good vibe songs I love and is also one of my all- time-favourites. I can listen to it at any mood.)
  • Shape Of You- Ed Sheeran ( Aah, one more of those all- time- favourites and good vibe ones.)
  • I Know What You Did Last Summer- Shawn Mendes, Camila Cabello
  • Treat You Better- Shawn Mendes
  • Bad Blood- Taylor Swift
  • Red- Taylor Swift
  • Begin Again- Taylor Swift
  • 22- Taylor Swift
  • Shake it Off- Taylor Swift
  • Blank Space- Taylor Swift
  • Everything Has Changed- Taylor Swift ft. Ed Sheeran
  • Sign Of The Times- Harry Styles
  • We are Never Ever Getting Back Together- Taylor Swift
  • I Knew You Were Trouble- Taylor Swift ( ALERT: DEEP EMOTIONS)
  • Worth it – Fifth Harmony ft. Kid Ink
  • Work From Home- Fifth Harmony ft. TY Dolla $ign
  • Stay- Zedd, Alessia Cara
  • New Man- Ed Sheeran

Okay, this is probably ultimate playlist and I know I probably left some of YOUR favorite songs. If I did, just notify me. And, BTW, I didn’t put *all* of my favorite songs in this either. I’ve only put some of my recent favorite most. So I would sure be making edits. Stay tuned.

You’ve changed.

He stared in the mirror. Three years. Three whole years had gone by. She’d gone missing by doing what he was doing now.

She’d stared into the mirror intensely. Thinking of all the hate she’d gotten that day. Her friends, her teachers, bullies, so much to put up with when you’re a teenager. And then, the next moment she’d just gone. Disappeared. She didn’t get sucked in or anything. She’d simply disappeared. 

He was her only true friend. He was devastated when he found she went missing. He’d tried doing the same thing almost a million times now. He thought he’d at least join her. No. It didn’t happen again. She was gone, probably for her own good. 

He just stood there crying. ‘Why did such stuff happen to people with the truest, kindest, and most beautiful hearts?’ he thought. ‘Probably for the good’ said someone familiar. 

Once he’d turned, something had struck him. He just stood there shook by his visuals. What was he seeing?? He stumbled up and touched the image.

Yes. It was true. She was back. Back, like nothing had happened. No change. She didn’t look any older. Just the same as she left, just more wiser. 

And then, they hugged, like there was no tomorrow. They cried tears, though they were out of joy. “Why? Why did you leave?? Where did you go??” he asked wiping away his tears. “Somewhere new” she said.

“What is new?” he asked. “New is new. Some change.” she replied. “She’s hiding something.” he thought. She raised an eyebrow as though she’d heard that.

“I’m not leaving you until you explain probably.” he said. “I have my restrictions.” she replied and got up to fetch herself a glass of water. “What’d you mean restrictions?? I’m your friend. You have to tell me. You don’t know what’s been going on here.” he replied firmly.

She was different now. She didn’t seem to care what people thought about her, though she knew. “Coming for shopping?”she asked, as though she’d just come back from school. “Yeah. Sure. You just came back from a place you claim as ‘new’. I need explanations.” he said harshly. “Sure. If you wanna become like me too” she said and immediately seemed to regret it. “WHAT DO YOU MEAN LIKE YOU?” 

She came closer. “I went through something for being who I am now. Wanna join too??”she asked threateningly. And then I was standing in front of the mirror and staring at it too. I couldn’t stop myself. And then I’d just disappeared out of that place like she had. This time, she was with me. “I can read minds. I can persuade people to do what I want. Join me. I am boss now.” she whispered into my ear. “No. I ain’t coming with you.” I mustered with difficulty. That was all I could manage. She’d changed. I was going to too. 

If I were in Hogwarts..

“Wake up, you git!” Hermione scolded. I woke up and rubbed my eyes. “You came back into my dorm room again?? Who helped you with the password?” I scolded. “I have my sources. Did you get your essay done or not??” Hermione asked enquiringly. “DUH. Stayed up till 11, and completed it.” I replied sleepily. I am known for procrastinating, but I always get stuff done, no matter what.

“K. Coming with me for breakfast now?” “Yep. Gimme a minute. I’ll change.” 

We thudded down to the Great Hall, muttering about our tight schedule. It had been one year since I’d come into Hogwarts. Me and Hermione were best buddies. We were so alike we made people go,  “DAAAAAYYYUUUUM”. But then, there you go, we weren’t sorted in the same houses. I was a Ravenclaw. She was a Gryffindor. 

I mean, that’s ridiculous. How could she be Gryffindor??? She was practically a nerd (like me)and probably the most smartass person I’d ever met. Maybe, the Sorting Hat had gone bonkers, with so many years of hard work.

“See ya after breakfast!!” I muttered and went off to my table. Bah! I hated this. We could not move over to any other table. Your house, your table. You belonged there. You could possibly move over but, I think you might have to handle a couple of hours of detention with Snape. 

After breakfast, I went up to check on my schedule. Great, what a rotten day. Kicking off with Potions. And what’s worse? With the Slytherins!!! I grabbed my Potions book, a couple of quills, some parchment paper, and my bag of vials and left.

As I stepped out​, I tripped and fell headfirst sending my glasses askew. As I got up and brushed off, I heard Draco Malfoy snickering in the corner. I hated that dude. The fact that he was a Gemini too, infuriated me more than Snape or detention. 

I went into the dungeons and sat myself farthest away from Snape. This was the only class I didn’t prefer sitting in the first few rows. 

Luna Lovegood seated herself next to me. That girl, I’m telling you, is such a jerk. Yeah, she makes it look as the Ravenclaw dorm room is made of nerds, who prefer wearing Radish earrings and reading the Quibbler magazine. Nope, first of all, I didn’t like Radish, leave alone Radish earrings. Second of all, I had a better sense of fashion. Third of all, do you even call the stuff in Quibbler, something rational?? Hummphh, no way! 

Snape came in, swishing his black robes, and straight greasy hair. He sure needs a makeover, if he wants to date Lily. (Wait, I’m not supposed to know that if I’m in my first year of Hogwarts. Well then, who cares, that would ruin my joke. Let’s just assume, it’s the rumors, that’s circulating)

We were gonna make a Sleeping Draught today. Bah! I wouldn’t even need one for Snape’s class, it’s easier with him just drooling on about ingredients and how important it is to measure every freaking ingredient.

So yeah, I was just making the potion and then suddenly he was like “You rotten tomatoes. The essay. I forgot to get them from you. Could you please hand them over?” “Essay? What essay??” I asked Luna, who was swirling her potion dreamily. “Oh. Yeah. That one, the one about Veritaserum and it’s effects.” said Luna softly, picking out her parchment, tenderly to hand over. “Huh?? When did he say about it?” 

“Hmm, looks like Lovegood is having a very interesting conversation with her bench mate. Would you like to share it with us, Ms Lovegood?” “Umm. Yeah, sure. She seems to have a small confusion about the essay.” blurted out Luna. “And what may that confusion be??” asked Snape. 

That was all I could bear…I fled out of the dungeons, sobbing, probably knocking out several vials behind me.

I didn’t know where I was heading, but I just ran up  random stairs and headed down several, until I realized two things. 

a) I was lucky to still not have fallen off a stair, because the stairs were enchanted.

b) I was lost.

The stairs led further up, and the way I’d come, was a cul- de- sac! Well, I looked around to see if the place was familiar. Nope, no resemblance to any prior place I’d been to, in Hogwarts. 

I just went forward, hoping that my last words weren’t “When did he say about it??”. Umm, yeah, I went on, like forever, until a spotted a door mat lying in front of a flat wall. Ok, if I’d been in my senses, I probably wouldn’t have stepped on it. But, you see I was terrified.

I stepped in it and boom! I slid down a deep tunnel and then landed in a room. It had a cabinet. I opened it and found two books. “Break with a Banshee by Gilderoy Lokhart” it had the picture of a man with a huge smiling face handling a Brandon Banshee. The other one was ‘Advanced Potion Making’ by Libatius Borage. I flipped through both books. The book about the Banshee was really boring. However, there was some thing familiar in the other book. There were several notes made alongside the text. But then, there were corrections too. Lots of words had been striked out and replaced with the owner’s handwriting. The owner was, the ‘Half- Blood Prince’. I know, it hardly makes sense, but that’s what it said. 

Sighing deeply, I put the books aside, closed the cabinet and was about to sit down on the floor when a chair appeared. “Oh, great.” I thought to myself and sat down. I opened the Potions book again and found a chapter about Veritaserum. Oh good! I could probably complete my essay, but then, parchment, quills, I’d need that. And anyways, I’d probably get detention for a week with Snape for storming off the class like that. And, I’d never make it out of this room, probably. 

I found a bottle of water, and drank it, thinking of how I got everything I needed. And then, I found a stash of quills and freshly- smelling parchment paper. 

I decided to work on the essay. At least I could get some extra credit for potions maybe, when I die. After a couple of hours, I’d completed my essay. Now, suddenly I felt lonely and felt the urge to go back to my dormroom and get warm and snug. 

Then, something happened. The walls gave way and I found myself in a familiar corridor  in Hogwarts. Oh yeah, I was in the seventh floor corridor. Great, probably I could just sneak into my class. 

I grabbed the two books, my essay and left. I peeked into the dungeon. No Snape. No students. I sneaked in and found the cupboard. I kept the books and left. What a day! Phew!!

This is an imagination of how I’d be, if I were in Hogwarts. And BTW, my perspective is that I place the book in Snape’s cupboard and Harry finds it in his sixth year/ book: Half- Blood Prince. The room is the Room of Requirement, Duh. And the cabinet is the vanishing cabinet.And I know, you’re like you didn’t even use your wand, the whole time!! IDK, I didn’t feel the need to!! 😛

The glasses. (Chapter one)

I stood up and brushed the hair out of my face. I stumbled around for my glasses and put them on. I’d rolled off my bed.

‌I showered and dressed and headed down for breakfast. After breakfast, I decided to read a book, so I settled in my bed and started to read, and then, I dozed off, with the book in my hand. 

I woke up and rubbed my eyes. What was the time?? 2:00pm. What?? I’d started to read at 10:00am..I’d slept through for four hours…! No way! I wasn’t much of a sleepyhead! 

I rubbed my eyes and headed down. And then, I saw something​ and stopped dead in my tracks. It was something I’d seen before, no, I’d heard of it. I’d heard of it’s descriptions and it was exactly like how I’d imagined it to be.

It was a monster, from….GREEK MYTHOLOGY!!! It was a gorgon. But wait, this couldn’t be real. After all, it was mythology. And even if it were a gorgon, one of the three sisters, I should have turned to stone now.

I pinched myself. Nope, I wasn’t dreaming. My eyes could probably be deceiving me, I rubbed them and realized​ I wasn’t wearing my glasses. I literally stumbled up the stairs and put my glasses on. 

Nope, my eyes were playing tricks on me. There was nothing. No gorgon. No Greek  Mythology. And then, I forgot all about it, not taking it too seriously.

And then it happened again. I was running home, because I was really excited. And then I fell face down, gashing my chin badly and grazing my knees and hands badly. My glasses shattered and flew across the road. I slowly got myself on my toes and slowly limped home. And then, I saw it again. The gorgon was standing next to my doorway. I was already unstable and collapsed on the spot.

I woke up hours later, and found myself in my bed. My friend had got me back in bed. I slowly got myself up and looked around. There, my friend sat next to my bed squeezing my hands. And then, one more glance, there it was! The gorgon. It was back. It was standing next to my bookshelf and peering at the book I’d been reading the first time I saw it. 

That drove me crazy. I’d seen it twice. I screamed in horror, drenching the room with a shrill sense of excitement and horror. My friend, squeezed my hand so tightly, that I felt no blood running through it.

 “WHAT THE FREAKING HELL IS GOING ON???” she screamed into my ear. “That thing, it’s a gorgon… I see something..” I panted out pointing near the bookshelf. “THERE’S NOTHING OVER THERE.” she screamed back. I fainted, over again. 

I woke up the next day. I was alone. I stumbled around for my glasses. I always wondered why I had to wear glasses. I could see perfectly, even without them. 

I couldn’t find my glasses. And then, I remembered. My glasses, they’d fallen off, the other day and they were shattered. “Great. Simply great.” I thought. And then I stood up and collapsed. I slowly got back on to bed.

 I looked around literally swearing to myself, that one more time I saw a gorgon, I’d jump off the balcony. There you go. I did see it.

 Guess what?  This time it was sitting right next to me. It stared me in the eye. I just froze. Well, I don’t know if it was because she was staring , that I’d become stoned, or I was simply stunned and stoned.

The gorgon caressed my hair. I sat there gaping. I’d just fallen and bruised every part of my body,  and then my friend had fled thinking I was a mad woman, and then there was this gorgon here caressing my hair. 

I didn’t know what to do. Should I caress her hair too?? But what if the snakes lunged back..? I mean, her hair was just a bunch of snakes. “So, how are you my li’l sissy??” she hissed. “I’m as fine as possible. Though, I’m still weak.” I hissed back, but it wasn’t me. I wasn’t talking. Someone else was in there, in me, I wasn’t talking. 

“When you leaving this girl? I’ve had enough of her. Always screaming or over- reacting.” said Stheno​. I didn’t know how I figured her name, but I just knew it at the moment. “Gimme sometime. This girl has something up. She can see you when I ain’t awake in her soul.” I said back. 

“ENOUGH LOITERING AROUND MEDUSA. COME BACK AND JOIN US IN THE HUNT.” Stheno hissed at my face. “I KNOW WHAT I’M DOING, GIMME SOME TIME! I’M EXPLORING THIS GIRL. SHE IS DIFFERENT. SHE CAN SEE YOU, RIGHT IN THE EYE. I’LL FIGURE OUT EVERYTHING. I’LL SEE WHAT I CAN GET DONE FROM HER.” Medusa hissed back. And then, I had a blackout.

 I could see without my glasses. I could see a whole new world, and I could stare Stheno​ in the eye without turning to stone. That wasn’t all. I probably had Medusa using me for something.

To be Contd.