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"Feign, is it then?"
01 -"Sun rays hit through her window"
We don't always get what we want, everything is temporary neither happiness nor sadness.
I don't know what's left within me, all I crave for, is everything...
A soft touch of air moves her honey-blond coloured hair, those mild curls of her hair make it look like ocean waves, her skin tone is perfectly proportional with the early evening sky which is when the sun is not so hot and the cool breeze makes the twilight pass through the tiny little space between the things which makes it look heavenly and her fingers shinning when the sunset rays hit her hands, as she types her round shape trimmed nails with a hint of pale blue colour nail paint looks elegant and young and that perfectly thin and round silver ring which has small diamond stones on it sits proudly on her thumb finger. Her fingers move fast yet they look beautiful as she types looking at her system's screen.
A bold and sweet voice called out HEBA in a concerned tone,
Heba turned around to reply to the voice, which was of her boss, Lia.
Lia, I'm in a dilemma !! This topic is not for me, Do you not know what my writing style is, I write documentaries, poems, and short stories based on real life.
Hesitantly Heba said but I, I, don't write articles about just a topic, philosophy is not my cup of tea.
Heba, my darling you don't know how capable your writing is, you are a philosophical and sophisticated person which you are not aware of, Said Lia.
Heba sighed and with a distressed voice said But, I'm not doing it,
Nope, you are writing down this article and it's fixed said Lia leaning towards Heba and turning around to walk towards her cabin,
as Lia was walking Heba shouted and says I can't think of words ann nd and so my hands won't type You will regret this decision, Lia! Said Heba furiously,
We'll see to it, said Lia.
Heba then sat on her desk looked out of her window and thought of the time when she met with a strange but unique situation that gave her the idea to write the title of the article "Feign, is it then?"
END OF SCENE-1
TO BE CONTINUED...................
© blue moon
We don't always get what we want, everything is temporary neither happiness nor sadness.
I don't know what's left within me, all I crave for, is everything...
A soft touch of air moves her honey-blond coloured hair, those mild curls of her hair make it look like ocean waves, her skin tone is perfectly proportional with the early evening sky which is when the sun is not so hot and the cool breeze makes the twilight pass through the tiny little space between the things which makes it look heavenly and her fingers shinning when the sunset rays hit her hands, as she types her round shape trimmed nails with a hint of pale blue colour nail paint looks elegant and young and that perfectly thin and round silver ring which has small diamond stones on it sits proudly on her thumb finger. Her fingers move fast yet they look beautiful as she types looking at her system's screen.
A bold and sweet voice called out HEBA in a concerned tone,
Heba turned around to reply to the voice, which was of her boss, Lia.
Lia, I'm in a dilemma !! This topic is not for me, Do you not know what my writing style is, I write documentaries, poems, and short stories based on real life.
Hesitantly Heba said but I, I, don't write articles about just a topic, philosophy is not my cup of tea.
Heba, my darling you don't know how capable your writing is, you are a philosophical and sophisticated person which you are not aware of, Said Lia.
Heba sighed and with a distressed voice said But, I'm not doing it,
Nope, you are writing down this article and it's fixed said Lia leaning towards Heba and turning around to walk towards her cabin,
as Lia was walking Heba shouted and says I can't think of words ann nd and so my hands won't type You will regret this decision, Lia! Said Heba furiously,
We'll see to it, said Lia.
Heba then sat on her desk looked out of her window and thought of the time when she met with a strange but unique situation that gave her the idea to write the title of the article "Feign, is it then?"
END OF SCENE-1
TO BE CONTINUED...................
© blue moon
