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A girl’s wish of visiting a disco remains a distant dream.
She is tormented by the one who should protect her.
But fate takes an unexpected twist.
Music and lights accompany a sad but necessary ending.
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I have always wanted to go to the disco. There’s something about flashing lights and deafening music that makes me feel like the world isn’t so bad, people aren’t the reckless beings that they show themselves to be. And my brother isn’t the demon that lurks in the shadows waiting for me to sleep at […]
Disco Lights by Terveen Gill — Gobblers / Masticadores // Editores: Manuela Timofte / j re crivello
Bravery has a price to pay sometimes.
Sometimes a very steep price…
Hard hitting Terveen! Great writing as always. 🙏
Thank you so much, AP2. I’m glad you liked it. I hope you’re well. 🙂
That was a haunting line about it being to closest she’d ever get to the disco: what happened before and during the story will make many places and events in life seem incomplete for some time. Heartwrenching stuff, but it was a good story.
Why do some have it so bad? I find no justification for this. I appreciate that you felt the horror of this line. Thank you. 🙂
It’s a sick world out there
By now I expect you to break the taboos in your writing. Dark and hard hitting!!!
Thank you so much, Deepak. 🙂
It’s the dark side of life that many sadly face.
That’s powerful stuff right there, Terveen! The analogy between disco lights and breaking free hits the mark! 👏👏
Thank you so much, Aaysid! I’m glad you felt that. 🙂
My pleasure, Terveen. 😊
It is said women are most likely being abused by their relatives and often women’s voice are not heard and complaints are futile. No wonder the heroine has to resort to deadly measures. When I was in primary school, my friend’s mother complained about her family often. She complained to everybody she met, but nobody heeded her. People all think she’s crazy. Then one day when I was in the third or fourth grade, she committed suicide. I felt so bad for her. I’ve often thought what I would do if I were in her position.
This is such a sad and tragic story, Haoyan. I don’t know why people can’t recognize a cry for help. I wish someone would’ve cared enough to at least listen and offer some advice. But that’s the callous world for you.
ohhhh!! This is such powerful writing – reminds me of some real realities, brutal ones, brave ones.
When one starts to think of all the suffering encountered in the world, it can chill a person to the bone. Thank you so much for reading and commenting. I appreciate it. 🙂
Very true 🙏🏼 you are very welcome 💛
You brought this entire story together in a most brilliant manner! Clever.
Thank you so much! 🙂
You are a gifted writer, Terveen. This is a stunning experience. Thank you for sharing your words with us. Am still a little breathless. ☺️
Thank you so much, Jeff. This is such a beautiful comment. Means so much to me. Have a great weekend ahead. 🙂
You’re most welcome, Terveen. Always. It is my great pleasure to read you. Thank you. A wonderful weekend to you too. 😊
I wrote you an email. 🥳
Hi, I received it. Will get back to you really soon. Thanks. 🙂
Wow, that was a hard-hitting write but delivered brilliantly!
Thank you so much, Deepthy. Such issues always hit one hard.
It’s sad how horrifically commonplace incest is, and how obsessions with sex and/or power from supposed “loved ones” who have no concept of empathy and lack the ability to understand that this morally reprehensible physical act carries with it long lasting mental and emotional ramifications which can be passed down and inflicted upon future generations.
These are wounds that never heal and they simply fester, creating more misery and suffering. Only a lot of genuine love and kindness can lessen this burden. Thank you for sharing your thoughts and wisdom, Rhyan. You’ve said it all.