Silly me! I led my colleagues to a fort in between the sea, without checking high tide timings. And there we were …. stuck in the fort for the entire day, because we couldn’t go across the water to reach shore. Luckily for us, there was a feast on in the temple inside. They served … Continue reading Kolaba Fort, Alibag
who would have thought being a stranger in a very strange land looking for better opportunities, peace and respite from the atrocities of war would mean a continued fight against another’s bigotry
All the “ifs” I could have avoided when I spoke like I write.
Like I’d let my voice strike the core like my pen strokes on paper. Leaving no marks, just clean strokes as a samurai would when he runs his blade through his enemy.’
But the days will ever be bright because I have steeled myself to be hard enough to deal with the consequences of the “ifs” and whatnots.
Regrets are for suckers.
So a toast to everyone bold enough to put him/herself out there because the hardest part is over, you’ll be here to enjoy the spoils of your victory.
Welcome to the third century of RXC! PROMPT #201 Just a sentence. I won’t say anything more. A stranger in a very strange land.. There is no restriction on length or format of the piece. There is no last date either, unless you wish to be featured in the Weekly Wrap. Any post that is … Continue reading Reena’s Xploration Challenge #201
This piece was written for the Six Sentence challenge, with the prompt word of ‘handle’.
Extracts from Bob Dylan’s ‘Subterranean Homesick Blues’ in italics.
I’m on the pavement, thinking about the government, the secret government of alien reptile paedophiles that rules the world, except it’s not a secret any more because Q-anon told me on their secret internet, the one that’s not controlled by the secret government of alien reptile paedophiles that rules the world.
Look out, kid, it’s somethin’ you did (God knows when) but you’re doin’ it again, writing things people disagree with and getting deleted and becoming the worst sinner of all, a living old white man.
You don’t need a weather man to know which way the wind blows, especially when it blows out the candle of knowledge because some people prefer the black hole of ignorance (I’m looking at you, Karen).
There once was a trucker named Lewis who adopted the CB radio handle ‘The Truth’.
He had dropped out of college to pursue the lucrative trucking profession, partly to annoy his bourgeoisie parents, and partly, to avoid the mounting overwhelming debt he perceived on the horizon.
Lewis had embraced the short collegiate tutoring he’d been exposed to, though, and believed that everyone who never attended university, was stupid, so he felt assured to be the ‘best’ because of his superior intellect.
His blue collar instructors found him an infuriating challenge, during training, primarily because of his arrogant attitude and condescension, so his chosen handle was just an extension of Lewis’ know-it-all persona.
Well, Lewis made many costly mistakes and was considered a liability at his first two jobs where he was ‘let go’ swiftly due to his pigheadedness!
Presenting himself as an ‘expert driver’, on his third…
The following episode of my serial I. They. Evolve. is written for the Six Sentence Stories writers’ challenge hosted by Denise at Girlie on the Edge blog. This week’s cue word is: Handle
Previously on I. They. Evolve.
Having fled Washington State which was overrun by a new and deadly wave of the infected, Thomas finds himself in Toulon, South of France, where he is enlisted by the French military for a secret mission. Reunited with Elodie his longstanding AI French girlfriend, Thomas is ushered into a briefing room at the Toulon naval base to receive his mission from the revered French military leader Marshal Cinq-cent.
I. They. Evolve. Episode 5. Breaking The Laws.
The Three Laws of Roboticsby Isaac Asimov
First Law–A robot may not injure a human being or, through inaction, allow a human being to come to harm. Second Law – A robot must…