noura saghbini
More of a crime/thriller/murder writer but do include a pinch of romance and definite humour :) aged 16 ;)
noura saghbini
More of a crime/thriller/murder writer but do include a pinch of romance and definite humour :) aged 16 ;)
More of a crime/thriller/murder writer but do include a pinch of romance and definite humour :) aged 16 ;)
More of a crime/thriller/murder writer but do include a pinch of romance and definite humour :) aged 16 ;)
Wrong fantasy, because now that we’ve been close for 6 months, he still is the only friend i’ve ever been happy with.
Wrong fantasy, because as soon as i told my friends about starting to like him, they started shipping me with him and giving him hints i didn’t want him to know about.
Wrong fantasy, because i started getting excited about confessing to him and opening up about my feelings towards him.
Wrong fantasy, because i wrote him a note explaining all details and and my growing feelings towards him and put it in his desk hoping he’d read it.
Wrong fantasy, because now everyone knows about me liking him.
Wrong fantasy, because it was just a misunderstanding.
Wrong fantasy, because i’m just his friend.
Do you still remember When last November You told me you loved her Thought my life was over
Sounded like nightmare No more tears to spare Our friendship wasn’t fair It felt like an affair
Liking a new guy Turned out he’s just sly He told me he would die For me to just try
But you were on my mind Yes, you were just blind Another you’ll find Guess i wouldn’t mind
lmao it gives Conan Gray and Olivia Rodrigo vibes
Still looking at it from a new perspective Making my strongest will to live In this cruel straightforward world Light my way by staying positive
I toss and turn to be upside down Not caring about this making me a clown Grinning knowing that all in town Hear my sayings and in wisdom drown
Ear to mouth and mouth to ear All will know that i appear Living the life with no beer Staying in my dream of cheer
now you might have not noticed but all the capital letters form a word, if you focused though for you to find the letter you have to look at it from a new perspective :)
Among all the galaxies that past generations used to believe in, two planets, were the ones “humans” could believe they can live on.
Planeters…
Here on planet 7529, where all foreign planeters live, life is different, though no “human” is allowed here.
…Know…
Daria, a human, escaped from planet 1 -also called Earth- and had to get herself back to her home.
…best.
But, she does have one problem. Her feelings are not controllable yet, which means “love” exists in her till now. Do you think she will get to go back to planet 1? Will anyone stop her? Who are they? Will she even consider going back to Earth after her feelings get loose?
I enter the dark room as the guard closes the door behind me, a single lightbulb lit still not enough to light the whole room.
I see her there sitting on the floor, her clothes ripped, her face pale and black spots covering her not-so-covered body. “Hey” i say gesturing a wave. She looks up and down at me checking my clothes. I hold my hand out to shake hers, but she doesn’t respond.
“Why don’t you tell me your name?” I ask her resting myself on the floor in front of her. “Why do you want to ask about my name? I’m sure you know it already” she says looking at me with her black eyes. I actually don’t know her name, the only thing in the file was a paper allowing me to enter the room.
“I am here to help you, okay? And no i do not know your name. I would prefer if you tell me what you want to be addressed by” i say trying to keep my cautious self under control. She stands up and steps closer to me, lifts her hand above my head and asks me to deep breathe while closing my eyes.
Now the only thing that guards asked me not to do was to not listen to anything she says about suicide or closing my eyes, but i do it for the sake of the job.
I feel her hand getting closer to my head as i sit closing my eyes, she grabs my hair and in a fraction second starts hitting my head with her knee violently. I try to fight back and get her off of me, but she keeps going. I scream and kick her in the stomach as much as i can and she eventually gives up. I see her resting on the floor shivering with her bloody knee hidden by her hand.
I stand up and head to the exit trying to open the door with my blood-covered hand but it’s locked. I look behind me to see if i can spot her or not, but i see nothing, just a singular mirror.
I get a text from my mother in the middle of class.
My phone’s in my backpack, so i reach out to it as i hide it behind a textbook. I slide it under my desk and open my phone. I freeze as i see the message. “there’s a missile from Isreal on its way to Beirut, get out NOW!” It says.
The teacher looks over to my side of the class and spots me looking down in shock. “Lauren, what are you looking at? Is that your phone i’m spotting?” I look up still taking the information in.
She steps closer to me and looks over my hands, my phone starts becoming darker showing that i haven’t touched it in quite a few seconds from the surprise. Miss LeBlanc takes the phone and looks at me in disappointment, and as she’s looking at my textbook to check whether i was focusing before i got the phone or not, another phone buzzes.
She turns and looks at Mathew, he has the same shock on his face, but he had the gut to say it out loud. “There’s a missile heading towards us, miss, we need to leave” he says tearing up.
A bunch of kids enter the class and scared and worried informing us that leaving is the way of escaping. Suddenly right at that moment, we hear a loud brown noise hover over us as our ears start to hurt from all the noise and screaming around us.
I grab my phone from the teacher as she runs towards her desk picking her stuff up to leave. I run to the board and start rushing everyone out of the class. “LEAVE LEAVE COME ON GET YOUR STUFF AND LEAVE WE NEED TO GO” i scream encouraging them to not give up on their lives.
The brown noise continues and my ears start hurt so bad that my head starts feeling heavier, luckily, Sarah notices my strange behaviour and sprays water over my face to wake me up to the world.
15 mins later…
A few people are left at school, as i pace and pace for in the hallway waiting for my mother to pick her phone up. A hand grabs me from behind hugging me tightly, it’s mum.
“What happened i got worried sick about you, you weren’t answering your phone and i have been waiting for the past 15 mins here you scared me the fuck out mum” i say shaking. She grabs my head in her hands crying trying to reassure me saying “hey hey calm down darling, i’m here now that’s what’s important”
Life hasn’t been fair since the last time i saw you Since the first moment my eyes were laid on you I knew that minute, that fraction of second That my life with you will surely be “heavened”
Though i was mistaken And by your charm taken To the underworld of suffering To keep the relation working
First love, oh i swear That with your hands my heart you tear When you say you were the problem Of the depressing scream you hear
You knew your fault You knew your personality was bold But now after all the pain You can say i took the gain
Now you come and ask for love On my list you are above All other victims of my knives I announce the stealing of your lives