Ismaeel Piperdi
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I like writing, I should probably do it more often. If you like reading what I write, you should probably do it more often.
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The Boy Is Dead
The boy woke up. It was early. His alarm had summoned him out of the dream realm and into another realm which was characterised by its grey haze and dully lined clouds. The window provided an excellent view of the towers, of black bin bags, and the city buzzed and hummed, with the sound of engines and power drills. The boy waited a moment, held his device which revealed the time, and seeing as the time was not so jeopardising, ignored it entirely until such a jeopardising scenario would arise. The device held him in its supplemental light, covering in place of the shy sun, and the people in it’s universe existed in a state of perpetual happiness, or perpetual knowledge, and they never left, and they never stopped. The boy could not quite live here yet, he was close, but would need some short time to arrive at the glorious destination in which these people resided. And so for now he would settle and be content in peering through this luminous 7 inch window, a window he could press his face against and not worry, for he could see them, and they could see him and speak to him, and they would tell him stories and they would show him the way. He would at times try to return the favour, make conversation even, but he knew that they had achieved so much more than him, that they were too preoccupied in their success for someone who had not yet reached such an elevated stature. The boy stayed, eyes fixated on the wonders through which he could experience just by looking through the window, and sometimes he would peer through another window, showing him those who were not worthy of his status. Through this window he would snarl at them, as a guard dog does when he senses an approaching impostor, and he would speak to them, reminding them of their position, and teaching them a lesson or two about why they should change themselves, providing examples for those weak ones who resided in the echelons below his standing so that they too would be able to reach his level, and peer into the same window of brilliant hope. After a time the clock lurched forward, as the cost of the window was paid not in cash but in hours. Those on the other side of the window would take these hours as due compensation for the pleasure afforded to their subjects to view them, and to be fortunate to know them in any such way.
By Ismaeel Piperdiabout a year ago in Fiction
Wednesday's Champion League Preview
Welcome to this Wednesday's Champions League preview. After a round of exciting fixtures on Tuesday that included Newcastle's long awaited return to the competition, a baptism of fire in Barcelona for Royal Antwerp, and a stunning last second equalizer from Lazio keeper Ivan Provedel, there is a wealth of action to look forward to this evening.
By Ismaeel Piperdi2 years ago in Cleats
The Champions League is Back
This week marks the return of the group stage of the UEFA Champions League, football's premier club competition, and boy are there some absolutely edge of seat games coming up. Every August, fans wait in anticipation as the world's best players and clubs go head to head to fight it out once more for another season. This one has the potential to be the best yet. So, without further ado, let us dive in to the first round of fixtures.
By Ismaeel Piperdi2 years ago in Cleats
