Ba Ba, black sheep .... Nah, this one was white and handsome. She imagined how he would look shorn of his white glory, and wearing a terrified look in the butcher's cabin. The vegan had decided to adopt a few, and take care of them Three Line Tales, Week 112
The memory of placing carrot heads in water on the window sill was vivid. It lent freshness to her mother’s kitchen. In her teens, she had started a social media campaign for people to throw off seeds of summer fruits on the sides of the road. No, it was not meant to litter the place. … Continue reading Hobbies
A visit to this place was an annual ritual. She drove deftly through the risky bends, to thank the dark mountains. Years back, a car had tumbled down the valley and killed its sole occupant. The news appeared in an obscure column of the local newspaper, and then, disappeared from public memory. A little cosmetic … Continue reading Gratitude
She threatened to expose his financial crimes and other misdeeds. He flew down to arrive at a compromise. As luck would have it, he found her dead with an overdose of drugs. The body was carefully placed in a bathtub, and then, water run over it. The police registered a case of accidental drowning in … Continue reading Bathtubs
a rule of life green, brown and white make seasonal shifts happen Heeding Haiku with Chevrefeuille
A different track from whatever was expected for this spring prompt.... depression overpowers hope stifles breezy mindsets always arrives unannounced Blues Weekly Tanka Prompt #Poetry Challenge #Week 89 by Elsie Hagley
“The artist is not at peace with himself.” “What makes you that?” “The ugliness captured shows his discomfort with the world, and throwing back the revulsion at them. It is a secret desire for the world to be swallowed by this muck.” (231 characters) Twittering Tales Picture prompt
tempestuousness amuses gleeful lovers ardour subsides with ripples in calm waters of real married life Colleen's 2018 Weekly Poetry Challenge #76
words reawaken nights and its beasts within dormant lies the soul You reminded me, Toni. I need to find that teacher and prove a point to her. I dabbled with fiction in school, which was termed frivolous and largely ignored. I don’t remember a single pat for my ability to spin yarns. The college magazine … Continue reading Spring Buds
“What is happening out here?” All eyes in the boardroom were glued on the live coverage screen. “This is an improvisation on the driverless car model.” “Balloons on a car? Is it a fairy tale?” “No. It is real.. If an accident is foreseen, the balloons get activated and pull the car up in the … Continue reading Miracles unfold, but…..
