Apocalypse

stretch fabriccreate a backdropdummy treesnow awaitcharacters to enact rolesscripts of destiny when actorsdisappear; all setsdismantledstories etchedon the ground will incubateerupting earthquakes What Do You See #277

Untarnished

In the face of adversity, they stand tall, unyielding, their reputation a fortress unassailable. Their every action, a reflection of an inner light, guides others through the darkest times. Their paths are marked by honesty and truth imprints, leaving inspirational trails for those who follow. In a world where reputations often falter, theirs remains untarnished. … Continue reading Untarnished

Guineas

I'll talk about guineas, not pennies. My mother often spoke of Guineas – gold coins used as currency during British rule. She came from a landowner (zamindar) family. Her grandparents packed guineas in metal pots and hid them between brick walls. She also mentioned slabs of gold and silver-coated decorations on arched doors and ceilings. … Continue reading Guineas

Outburst

now I know what really got to methose demons of yore that don't let me breathedark shadows so often surround my thoughts critical voices suffocated methey wanted me frozen in moulds or wreathsnow I know what really got to methose demons of yore that don't let me breathe Thoughts are just branches of a worn-out … Continue reading Outburst

Reena’s Xploration Challenge #369

Writing Prompts

Welcome back! PROMPT #369 This week, the Xploration Challenge explores different aspects of physical, geographical, mental or emotional isolation. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AKB46PTBJlA&t=217s Yes, you guessed it right. The theme of the week is ISOLATION It is not necessary to talk about tribes or islands. Let the word take you wherever it goes. a world riddled bypolitical pleonasmssilence … Continue reading Reena’s Xploration Challenge #369

Don’t let it go

Don’t stay silent if your voice is ignored.There’s a wall, a sky to hear your scream. Write your stories before the ink fadesLet it seep through unconscious realms Someone, something goes with the wind;It is your soul, not a memory or dream. Six Sentence Stories OLN #379

Dissolution

My windows opened to an endless dreamNot knowing sunshine would shatter that gleam I admired your elegance and measured movesNow, why does your silence feel so extreme? Your sophistication was an unspoken promise.I dreamt of new worlds, naive as it may seem. On a dark night, you were the moon sereneIn Reena’s home, you dissolved … Continue reading Dissolution

Motherhood

my mother failed to see some lineswhen she held my pudgy palm;she kissed a smooth, unblemished cheeknot knowing what would grow on it-lines of experiencewhere she would have no partshe held me up in the airI was her work of art her innocence failed to perceivea blank canvason which life would paint storiesetch lines not … Continue reading Motherhood