The Masked Face

Raising my forefinger in sync with my head, I quickly plunge down my fingers with the heaviest force on the piano keys. The force was synonymous to the feeling in my heart if only I could release it. It didn’t produce the right tune,…
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Shriek

I could hear her muffled shrieks. Wailing for help and pity... Her hands pinned down Writhing for an inch, Of dignity and life... I could hear her heart screaming out In despair and defeat- “This can’t be true, This is not…
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