The Memory - Mayday Parade

I made a cover on one more of Mayday Parade's songs - The Memory. Another massive hit by a massive                                                             band. Enjoy the fullest! =) 

Miserable At Best - The Mayday parade Cover :)

Miserable at best is a beautiful song sung by a beautiful band - Mayday Parade. I thought to make a cover for it because the song is entirely decorated by the sound of a Piano. 

I hope you like it! =)

Someone Like You - Adele (Cover by Kriti Chandel)

Hey guys, so I'm here with my cover of the song "Someone Like You" by the singer, Adele.

Hope you like it !!  ^_^
By the ways, just to remind y'all, I make my own songs too; one of them is 'The Crowded Room'. I'll post the link to that one too! :) 
And don't forget to like the video and leave a nice comment!  =)

It's Five To Friday

Here's another thrilling story for y'all !

                                  IT'S FIVE TO FRIDAY

            It was a dark night - like nights are supposed to be. But that night was unusually dark. An eerie perfume flew with the wind. 

           Even the flowers smelt foul. The chalice-like Tulips had drooped. The moon was high up in the sky, spreading its shimmering light all around.

          The garden outside Nate Wright's window looked calm and beautiful in the moonlight. But little did he know that something was secretly going on around him - maybe against him.

         Nate was never afraid of anything because since childhood, he had a habit of living without his parents, being in a hostel. Now that he was 27, he lived with just one company - his dog, Scuff, who was young and active.

        He had brought Scuff to somewhat reduce his loneliness in his big mansion. Yes, that's right - he lived in a mansion. No doubt he earned pretty well. Although Scuff was sometimes a big headache, Nate loved him a lot.  

      Nate was just afraid of one thing - howling or hooting noises. People called him weird because of that but only he knew what he had gone through. Every time he heard a dog howling, a painful memory of his brother Owen's death came back with a keener sting.

       

     It was just another usual Friday. Same old annoying boss at office, same old loud scuff.

    That was the very night, when something freaky was going on under Nate's big mansion - with him being totally unaware. Scuff was getting restless, and he only did that when he was either hungry or scared. The circumstances and chances both pointed towards the latter.

     "Five people from the SoulBells road have already been MISSING! Alerts have been-" Shouted the huge, sharp-voiced reporter on the T.V. when Nate changed the channel in boredness. 

     "Same missing people's news all over! So boring, ain't it, Scuff?" Nate asked Scuff as if he would understand.

    "Woof! Woof!" Was its reply.

    

    "Let's go to sleep, buddy!" Nate carried Scuff to the bedroom.

      Nate was too tired to stay awake anymore, so he drifted off to sleep seconds after going to bed. 

    

    It was still dark when Scuff got up from his sleep, because he heard a noise downstairs. He ran down the over-sized, well-polished staircase, barking his lungs out which woke Nate up. Nate annoyingly chased him and complained, "Scuff! It's just 3 A.M. Boy!" 

    Scuff ignored his call and headed where the voice led him. The intensity of the voice was too low to be heard by a human being. But then, as they went closer to the basement, the voice got louder. Loud enough to burst the hardest eardrums. 

    But Nate didn't seem to care about the loudness of it, because he was already shaken, facing the only fear of his life - howling.

    It was as if a thousand werewolves were howling; so loud as if it was the last time they were ever howling.

   Scuff was automatically hypnotized and he followed them - he started howling as well. It was for the first time that Nate wanted to rip scuff to shreds. 

      But  to his own shock, Nate wasn't screaming, he wasn't scared anymore. It was because he felt a familiar warmth engulfing him.

     A human-like figure appeared just from somewhere inside the smoke. 

    

    Nate couldn't see its face, but he could sense it smiling, calling him closer. As soon as the moonlight fell over the figure's face, Nate's mouth dropped open.

   "Owen?" Nate observed him closely. 

   "Brother - I've committed so many sins to come to meet you." The figure whispered in a meek voice. It was Owen, Nate's late brother.

   "What sins?"

   "I had to kill five people to land on Earth."

   As soon as Owen said this, a memory from that disturbing news channel flashed in Nate's mind.

   Five People Missing. 

Florigance!

    

       So it's my first story in this blog! I wrote it almost a month ago, but, here it is. #Enjoy!

                                

                                  Florigance

    Ages ago, there was a huge, beautiful, but isolated city – Florigance. Flowers were the main content; there wasn't one road or yard without flowers. It was like a dream-city one would always love to travel to. It was too amazing to be real, but after all, it was.

         It didn't have a very high population and all that, because it was a distant place outsiders rarely ever got to see. Maybe that was the very reason it wasn’t exploited. Less people, less garbage, less pollution, less everything. People there seemed almost unreal, because in this world of evil, that seemed to be the only place with kind people. It was a sight to soothe sore eyes. It was too hard to believe there could be a place like that.

         But no one ever knows when everything can go upside down, and take a turnover. That place did take a turnover. Winter was pleasant every year. But as winter prevailed in 1816, it brought hell along.

        The beautiful flowers hung loose, the high peaks seemed to die, the frost covered everything in its cold blanket. The place almost died.

It was frozen.

       People were too scared to go out to even buy food, because the wind had something in it, which probably didn’t suit anyone of them.

 They could’ve gathered courage, but it was the contrary.

Even the shopkeepers left the town. The bad got worse.

All they were left with was Hope.

  If someone would ever gather a bit of courage, people would just discourage him.

   But in the end, hope never loses.

 Steve White, he stood; stood for the good.

All people would say to him was “You’re going to die someday!” or “I’ve never seen a fool like you!”

    People – they always have to say something to discourage oneself. But one does not always gets discouraged; yes, I’m referring to Steve.

     People were right in some way, like they say, ‘Never trouble trouble till trouble troubles you.’ But on the other hand, Florigance was on stake.

       He opened a shop, selling groceries. He did deliveries on his own, because no one would ever help him. It only made him stronger, his decision righter.

      From all the worst that could’ve ever happened, he ran out of money. People stopped buying from him. I still can’t figure out why. But yes, they did.

    Trouble had finally knocked. And in their culture, one doesn’t kick someone who’s on the doorstep. He had to face the worst now.

    He waited. Waited with the little bit of things he was left with. That’s when I first saw the city.

   If a door closes, its force opens four. So if the intensity of the trouble is big, it should only make you stronger.

   And a door really did open for Steve.

    He sat there, staring at a distance; at the fog coming out of nowhere. He saw a man appear just from somewhere between the fog. All in black. He rubbed his eyes to see if the man was coming his way. He stared in disbelief.

   The man in black, whose face couldn’t be seen because of the huge hat he wore, finally arrived the shop.

    Steve just couldn’t believe someone finally came.

   “Hey, are you new here? Never seen you before.”  Steve started to talk. The man looked calm, but replied in an irritated tone, “I want 20 loafs of bread.” He didn’t care enough to answer his question.

   Steve had never seen such a rude guy in Florigance ever before. He was probably new.

   “What? Did you say 20?” Steve asked for reassurance in his meek voice.

   “Didn’t you hear it?” The rude man replied.

   “I’m really sorry, sir. But I don’t have 20.” Steve began to panic, “I recently ran out of money –”

Steve was only explaining his situation when the man cut him and said, “Give me all you got.”

  Steve did what he was told.

 “You can keep this.” The man said, handing him an over-stuffed wallet.

“Sir? The bread only makes 2 dollars. Why all this?” Steve pretended to be concerned but he was now ecstatic wondering if he would let him keep the money.

  “Sometimes people deserve more than they think they do.” The man said while lifting his head up. His lips curved into a smile and he left without saying any other word.

    Steve was overwhelmed with emotion. A teardrop made its way out of his shiny, beautiful, green eyes and trickled down his cheek.

  All he could utter was, “Is it a dream?”

   I was wearing black that day, too. Was it me?

She's a Woman. She's Strong.

So Monday's my math exam, but I still took some time to make this painting today. I was in real hurry so it's not that great but I gave it my best. Really, gave it all I had. I've drawn a face for the first time ever, so I hope you to ignore the flaws. Have a nice day! 
#Respect #Spread #Love #Womanhood 

#Womanhood

Come Out - Women's Day Special

Hey friends so this is a new song I specially wrote for the special event of women's day. I'd like to summarize these lyrics for y'all.

   It's about a woman, on one side of the earth, who's trying to encourage another woman on the other side of the world, to come out of her crippled life. 

     Actually one can see this from another perspective too. Like the whole women society is encouraging one of themselves to power up, so they don't get weakened. That's why she says, "You're my strength, don't make me weak." This shows that even if one of the women weakens, they'll all go down.

      I hope you'll like it. #Respect #Spread #Love #Womanhood 

                                               Women’s Day Special

                                                        Come Out

You’re standing at your window,

Did they come & see ya?

No, no.

I’m standing for ya.

On the other side of this sphere.

But are you getting weaker?

No, no.

C’mon spread your wings,

They are made to fly

Don’t you kill your time, get up! Come out,

Out of that corner, let the world see ya !

Is it grief or glee yeah ?

Come out.

Don’t just, stare at the world,

Feel it in your bones.

Let the cold air, make your hair fly…

Feel the rough coat, of the bark of the trees.

Feel yourself glow, in the sun

Don’t just hide…

Come out! of that hibernation,

Show yourself instead, to the whole nation

Break the glass, jump out the window,

Land in the snow…

This world is yours, throw the blade away.

Dance in the rain, you’re my strength

Don’t make me weak

We are the same,

Humanity lies in our hearts

I’m the hope! You’re the strength

Let’s group together, forever…

Don’t let ’em let you down

You’re supposed to shine in the town

So come on, get out.

Spread your wings,

You have to thrive

To make me survive

They’re made to fly

Don’t you give up

Just talk to me, and fight with your life.

You’re standing at your window

I’m waiting for you,

 To come out…

Open the door,

And just come out...