BUBBLE- Reena’s Xploration Challenge #261

Bubble …. by Indira

Indira's avatarSharing Thoughts

It is a theme prompt. The lines to ponder are

The best and the worst

It’s time…

for the bubble to burst

we all love to live in our own bubble
bubble means our comfort zone
sheltered from 
worries
problems
living
with people 
who think alike
but
whenever
we settle deep in our comfort zone
God says:
for the bed or worst
it’s time
for the bubble to burst
we seek another bubble to make our
comfort zone
again
the bubble
burst
lifelong is this process of 
build and destroy

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A Present For Raj

A present for Raj ….. By Aboli Mane

Aboli Mane's avatarA Writer In The Room

Raj’s legs dangled off the window sill. He wasn’t supposed to do that but the youngster had a rebellious streak that got off on disobeying his parents. When he thought hard, his legs would swing involuntarily and right now they were hard at work. The afternoon sunlight washed over him as he basked in its warmth.

“Bhaiya*!!” Sumi’s plaintive cry crashed against his ears. Raj turned to glimpse the pig-tailed six-year old eclipsed by his shadow. “I’m telling your Maa!” She screeched. “No! Wait!” Given half a chance Sumi would tattle to any grown up. The girl took a devilish delight in watching her cousin Raj and brother Amit get scolded by their parents for their misbehaviour.

“Sumi! Listen I have a secret for you.” “What?” Sumi’s brown eyes shone like sticky molasses in light that poured into the children’s room.

“You’ve to promise not to tell any grown up.”…

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Knots

The Scout and Guide movement launched by Lord Baden Powell was revolutionary enough to keep me busy in school, painstakingly learning to tie knots of different kinds - reef, sheet-bend, fisherman’s and others. The rope tied to my belt felt nothing less than a pistol. Then, came the craft teacher who made knots look like … Continue reading Knots

Deja Vu or Veja Du?

Have I really been here before? Is it a scene from the last five novels I binge-read? I recall wanting to be there, and rewriting the plot in my style. The place has so much potential - in the mind, on earth or under water. Shadows creep in on me, telling me a very old … Continue reading Deja Vu or Veja Du?

Keep It Alive, Interview with Challenge Hostess, Sadje

Marsha Ingrao interviews our friend Sadje …

Marsha's avatarMarsha Ingrao Always Write

I met Sadje when she started participating in my challenge, Writer’s Quotes Wednesday Writing Challenge #3 published two years ago almost to the day. She linked a beautiful poem and combined my challenge with two others, Write Photo, which Sue Vincent hosted before she passed, and now is hosted by another blogging friend, K.L. Caley at New2Writing, and Rag Tag Daily Prompt (RDP), hosted by Brian at Bushboy’s World.

I think you taught me to double dip, Sadje, and all my readers know how I love to include several challenges in each post. One thing, I noticed is that you had a ton of visitors before I ever saw the post. As a new challenge hostess, I felt kind of bad that I was so late to visit your post until I found out that you posted it for other challenges too.

As time went on, I started…

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Retro Tuesday 12-20-2022

Retro Tuesday …. by athling2001

athling2001's avatarA Writer's Life

Response Reena’s Exploration Challenge Week 437-3-2018

Reena’s Exploration Challenge

I am keeping it simple this week with a picture prompt.

Mary Shelley - Literary Witches

Image Credit: Mary Shelley


The prospect of death didn’t frighten him. He knew his family would grieve, but he’d be dead so he wouldn’t know or, by that time, care. Dead was dead. Period. None of that idioticcoming back as a bug if you hadn’t lived your life right; thought what was meant by ‘right’ was a question in itself. No angels blowing the trumpets with Saint Peter at the Pearly Gates, pointing either up or down.

How could he? There was no heaven and no hell. No monster wreaking havoc upon a fellow for the rest of eternity.

Dead. Was. Dead. Period.

His mother was dead. His father. Aunts and uncles, maybe some nieces or nephews. Come to think of it, there wouldn’t be anyone to grieve him anyway.

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On my toes

They keep me on toes - active, aliveall those things in perpetual motionthey challenge by change, mock my rangeI need to reassess, rediscover, revise notions all those things in perpetual motionalter perspectives by changing positionI need to reassess, rediscover, revise notionsBlessed am I - no inflated ego, no overestimation alter perspectives by changing positionThey keep … Continue reading On my toes