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The light on my desk

Due to some pathetic events I hadn't been able to carve my thoughts on paper for so long until about hour ago that I made myself open the notebook, grab a pen and lurk around for any thought that happened to be passing.
Now it is past midnight and I just want to concede defeat and admit that those events had disarmed me and robbed me of my muse.
To add insult to injury, the light on my desk, which is the only light in the room, has gone off for several times since then: I switched it on and as I got to concentrate on writing it suddenly went off and interrupted my mind. It has kept doing do for so many times and I have kept turning it on but not a word has descended on the paper.
The light has driven me mad, it has helped everyone but me. "Go to sleep, don't expect any help from me," perhaps were its words. When you need it most it just turns its back on you, and sometimes it says that "Sorry, I have to go, because if I stayed on I would burn," and then tries to take on a very sympathetic tone of voice, "Please write, don't stop writing in my absence." But, how could you see when it is night and the presence of light is lacking?
The paper is still blank (it is maddening), but I should keep calm. Not long ago (a minute or two), again the light left this room, I flew into a rage, grabbed it, and wanted to smash it when suddenly a thought struck me, the thought of writing about friendship. So, at length, it came and I calmly put the light back on the desk.
With this light, on and off, I haven't been able to write anything about it yet, but write about light.

What is there in the room opposite my room?

It was complete darkness. Everywhere, every house and apartment was dark but for a window which was a door to a room. It had no curtain to hide inside and you could see everthing. It was a kind that tempted you into having a peek at the inside of the room. For some time I resisted, dreaded approaching it. Something inside me was trying to prevent me from seeing, but at last curiosity overpowered it and then I inched forward, my heartbeat got faster; the vacant empty yellow light had bewitched me. Again, as if someone had gripped my feet I was nailed to the ground and couldn't move.
It was at this moment when a shadow crossed the wall in the room, so quickly did it go that I couldn't understand to whom did the shadow belong to. "The shadow??" I thought to myself. The evocative shadow was familiar to me, evoked the memory of something that my mind was unable to picture.
A cold breeze sallying towards me woke me up to the fact that I was still stuck with the craving to see through that window.
The breeze turned into a wind but still I couldn't move. I heaved myself to move in vain, and besides, this wind not only didn't facilitate my move but also intended to shove me backwards when suddenly it slammed the window open and frees some words which belonged to a voice.
Mostly, voices bear words, but now it was the contrary. The words bore a voice which is different in any mind. The voice you don't hear but imagine.
"Words,words!!?" I wish I could remember them and so racked my brain when all of a sudden that same wind slam the door close itself and I was left with the frosty breeze and the desire to know what was happening inside that room but still I couldn't move.
As the seconds passed without moving, again I tried to pull myself forward and this time a clank startled me. It dawned on me that I was chained and becams aware that any kind of effort to go forward or backward will definitely prove futile.
What could I do?
And what should I do now? Now that it is still night, I am still chained and haven't been able to know what is there in that room. I'd better think...umm I'd better sit....again the wind is strong...it is opening the window, I should stand up,perhaps I will be able to understand...oh words are drifting again...YES it is nearing the window...OH!!! It is a Shadow, not on the wall but at the window, waving its hand to me.

Ice cream

The little girl was licking her ice cream and wishing her ice cream was bigger than her father's head as the people looking at her smudgy mouth and dishevelled hair burst into laughter. They were all laughing at her when she thought to herself"Look at them!!How many heads!!! I wish they were ice creams, then I would eat them all.What is the use of not being an ice cream?!!!"As she licked the last bit of that,the people were receding into invisibility and thought to herself, "I wish they weren't running away."She was cold when suddenly a hot prickle flew into her mouth as it dawned on her that her ice cream had finished and for a while she had been eating the stick.Then again she heard that laughter intruding her ears, raised her head and saw no one but still heard that disguting noise, surrounding her.It was that loud that she was unable to stand it so tried to stifle it by putting her fingers into her ears but it was of no avail.After some time this disturbing noise brought tears to her eye,it was beyond her tolerance, so closed her eyes and ran, as fast as she could and yelled,"Ice cream, another please."

more,More,...

He kept repeating some words to himself, his lips moved all the while.His large round eyes were set on the distance,resolved to do something with his fists tight.
I offered my hand to shake but there wasn't a slightest reaction from him,in a manner as if you haven't seen anything.
"I can get it,"was his whisper and then I asked,"What?" but again there came no answer.
"More,"he mumbled.Looking at him I was baffled,"What precious thing he desired that had made him as hard and tough as stone?"I thought.He was in a state that saw nothing and heard nothing.
I approached him and in order to relieve him put my hand on his, but,just felt cold in his blood.
However hard I tried to communicate with him,but there was no move or answer from him but "I WILL."
I touched his forehead and again felt cold.The cold had seized all his body, and his mind was no exception, so I brought a blanket, wrapped around his still body and said, "Have a rest, it is worthless," and turned off the light. There remained no trace of light in the room and I could see nothing, but a voice again kept upsetting my ears,"I will get,more,More,..."

Mayhem

Having driven for hours in the desert,my father at the wheel, at length said,"Smile, cheer up!"giving a furtive glance at me and then after another hour asked:"You believe me,don't you?"with a smile on his face.
My mom flew into a rage and howled,"Don't shout,"and hung up the phone as my sister was no where to be seen.
And I was in my corner expecting a doorbell.
In front of the mirror, my sister was whispering inaudible words, so my father in a state of drowsiness said....

I vanished into nothing when saw my sister go and my mom looked at the blue sky while a cat in the distance was staring at me, then there came lightening but without a thunder.
In front of the computer did I sit, when she said,"You must..change."
He fell out of the car, with no help around.
Where am I?