Fictions by Ima.

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Just take a minute and think about it, love is only the beginning. There are many roads that lead out of it.  Have a good one. 

It was now Amiya's turn and with one breath she asked for death. The band were amazed, they seemed to have met someone who asked for death for the first time in all their killings. The man with the sword smiled wryly at her and asked her to get up but she refused, she was determined to end all her night mares today. She shut her eyes and screamed "kill me now!" but there was no action, no response, no blood, and no death. They had all gone, none was left. She was speechless. Everything seemed to have happened in a flash. Or did she shut her eyes for a long time? She rubbed her eyes with her hands and realised that she was in her bedroom. The ceiling stared back at her and her little son played in the corner. She didn't understand what was going on so she called her son to find out how long she had slept. He told her that she had been asleep for a short while but that she had been very restless. It was dinner time and as they sat down to eat, her husband informed he...

Amiya felt untold horror when her husband fell to the ground. He looked dead. His whole body was up in flames and soon she would be. Just then, she recalled her last death scene, this was no joke, this time it was real; she was dying for real this time, she could feel the flames eating into her skin and her hair, the pain was unimaginable, she felt all of it. She too was now on the floor engulfed by thick flames and smoke. Their once peaceful home that held pleasant but now burning memories tore apart and caved in on them. She jolted to reality and almost fell off her rocking chair. She looked around her and saw Goose bumps all over her body. She felt sick, she must have been really ill to have been having night mares in the day time. It wasn't funny anymore and she was determined to do something about it so she got up and made her way to the temple: the place of worship and prayers, the place of succour and spiritual guidance. She knelt down to do her ritual, she knelt down to ...