Shivering with fear as the thunder rolled rains drew them closer The clouds shivered with gun shots tearing the sky terror rained down Droplets of fear cover the barren landscape scarring raw minds the innocent kids shiver drenched in rain under the sky TJs Household Haiku #12
Getting lost in the forest is an awful feeling, especially, when the phone is low on battery, and the GPS not working. And suddenly, there is manna from Heaven! “Do you know that caffeine consumption can raise blood pressure, cause gout attacks, increase risk of heart strokes, insomnia and incontinence? The caffeine in black tea … Continue reading Vices
I avoid looking back into certain sections of the past, or meeting certain people. People who were once friends, but then they chose to stab me in the back. I walked away without a confrontation or closure. It really does not matter, if I can/cannot forgive or forget. That part of the world has forgotten … Continue reading In Avoidance
Inspired by Mick E Talbot at Simple Elfje Challenge#2
The Messengers of Death lunged out of the black void, one by one. She wanted to scream, but somehow, knew that it was of no use. The television screen opposite her was covered with a black cloth, to stop her from hallucinating. But this time around, it was not hallucination. (50 words) Weekend Writing … Continue reading Hallucination
The emptiness there is an invitation to creativity Weekend Writing Prompt by Sammi Cox
when the storm subsides life will be at its final destination or just renewing itself I suffer from a massive phobia, which has probably not found a medical term, as yet. It is the fear of my creativity ebbing away. When the senses start blurring, will the mind remain active? And how will I express … Continue reading Whirlpools in the Mind
A beautiful share by Mick E Talbot…
confrontation
with those in denial
who threaten violence
if confronted
I stay calm and collected
my feet grounded
suggesting… asking
let peace prevail… they ask why…
I ask why not…
silence… no reply
I suggest without it…
we all… the world dies
they look… seeking truth…
avoiding wars at this point…
in time… forever…
only through the conjoint
effort… a diplomatically made point
© MET 17/66
I am struggling with a suitable name for instituting this challenge. Should I call it The Thinking Challenge? But when is it, that writers are not thinking? It becomes a pretty hum-drum, routine place. Tomorrow, I am attending an event called Living Books, as a Reader. The job will be to listen to the stories … Continue reading Reena’s Exploration Challenge
“I own a walnut-shaped pink contraption, which serves as my personal spaceship. It takes me to unknown lands to explore virgin landscapes, and paint my own pictures.” “Can I see it?” “No. I keep it protected in a bony case.” “I insist on seeing it.” It might shock you to see your own talking, walking … Continue reading The Escape Artist
