The pen, once a symbol of power, lies sulking in a discarded mug, its dried ink having given way to the agile, ubiquitous keyboard. The pencil has stopped boasting about its flexibility, as deletion no longer requires an eraser on the screen. The keyboard has indeed come a long way, but voice-to-text is fast pushing … Continue reading KeyBoard
The car—at the door.Headlights breathing.Suitcase— packed,swollen with departure. Her hand—on the knob.Not turning.Not yet. Fear— unnamed,a shadow without face,presses against her ribs. She almost— steps.She almost— goes.But the pivot—fractures. The moment— slips.The car hums away,its promise dissolving into night. She stays. Rooted. Silent.Bound not by chains,but by the ghost of a choicenever made. Poetics at … Continue reading Fractured Pivot
What I think will not make me sinkWhat I see will sure come to meIt is the rule of manifestationOpen the mind's eye; then watch it fly What I see will sure come to meThis is creative visualisationOpen the mind's eye; then watch it flyDon't let it go, just do it and know This is … Continue reading Manifestation
What interests me are stories within stories – all that’s unseen and unsaid. Every character has a voice and a perspective, but is that the whole truth? Non-fiction can attempt objectivity, but all fiction is subjective. The unseen and unsaid, like lingering ghosts, haunt my mind long after the story is forgotten. Only the characters … Continue reading Stories within Stories
Did I hear truth shrieking loud - underground?It was buried alive - lies took a walkI withdrew my extended hand - confused Not a whimper of protest, not a sound -Is the world dumb, forgotten how to talk?Did I hear truth shrieking loud - underground?It was buried alive - lies took a walk They say-what … Continue reading Nobody’s shocked
The New Entrant distinctly remembered leaving Halloween two weeks behind, before entering the Bistro, but the silhouettes at the corner table, with their indistinct features, sent a shiver down her spine, adding an intriguing layer of unease to the scene. She wondered why Denise had said something bad was going to happen, and Sister Aclima … Continue reading Blow My Skull
Welcome back! PROMPT #407 We have a sentence to kick-start your imagination. If I fall, I will take you all down. If I rise ......... tell me where you want to go? Who is the character saying this? What is the probable situation? This line could also be reframed as a metaphor for consequence—the idea … Continue reading Reena’s Xploration Challenge #407
Life is movement, but life is not always progress. We do slip back and catch up. What was unfathomable for me is life coming to a grinding halt, and it’s not death. These gasps, these moments of stillness, were not accounted for in my life goals. A change of geography and culture taught me how … Continue reading Impending
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A fold of paper, never creased,No ink to trace the heart’s release.The words you wrote, I’ll never knowThey vanished where the lost winds blow. The postmark faded, never stamped,Your voice a ghost, the edges damp.I hold the space where it should beA letter lost, yet haunting me. dVerse - OLN#395
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