“It can’t be anyone else but you”, her colleagues echoed on seeing the picture on the mantelpiece. “Don’t tell me you haven’t seen an uglier being…” she jested in good humor. “This marked the beginning of the greatest evangelist for diversity.” They were serious, and meant what they said. https://only100words.xyz/2019/11/14/three-line-tales-week-198/
A soul I scrubbed so hard – it glowed vaporized … it found its place in the sky The empty shell that walks this earth in search of moons, but finds none I know it ….. but no one believes that shining star up there is me… https://girlieontheedge1.wordpress.com/2019/11/13/its-six-sentence-story-thursday-link-up-81/
Pockets of stillness …. by Michael
Image: Google Images
pockets of stillness
I’m walking o work
The humdrum of the morning
Invades my senses
There is no escape,
Cars, the trains, planes overhead
How do I crave some silence?
Around me is endless chatter
Friends, catching up
Acquaintances offering polite conversation
There is no time for complacency.
I turn into my office
I close the door, locking out the din
And I sit within my very own pocket of stillness.
Written for: https://reinventionsreena.wordpress.com/2019/11/07/reenas-exploration-challenge-112/
Undulating patterns … by Len
“In three words I can sum up everything I’ve learned about life: it goes on.”
― Robert Frost
Life is a series of undulating patterns rippling through time and space. A Bayeux tapestry of battles fought and lost, a few conquering heroes, but mainly foot soldiers in a never ending war.
In the past a tsunami wave of conquerors stormed over the globe, creating order by killing and exerting tyrannical dominance. Eventually the people rose in rebellion, the new order collapsed, sending its populace crashing into a sea of darkness awaiting winds of change to propel the next big wave. So it was with the British Empire, the Mongol Empire, the Russian Empire, the Spanish Empire, the Qing Dynasty and the Umayyad Caliphate, to name but a very few.
Are new patterns starting to emerge undulating in the…
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Making sense ….by Punam
I sit still in the pockets of stillness
holding delicately the errant heart
suspended between
the harsh and loud crashing waves of accusations
mulling over the razor-sharp words
and the wounds left on my wrists
inverted query marks that question your maps
of which way the relationship should head
cynical assertions mock simplistic way of looking at life
my views are like a lost alphabet alone and adrift
in the vast seas of sardonic know-allism
now when I look back at that naive, gullible person
I wonder was that really me?
My crumbling thoughts are doctored to sync with others’
the debris of such thinking falls in undulating patterns
it is a miracle that still some sense can be made
of the free-flowing bonds that keep us tied to each other
our silence often embellished with pregnant pauses
But where others see potential of emptiness
I see an ocean of…
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“Take me out of here. I’m not a believer.” “This place is historical.” “I don’t like history.” “Where d’ya think you came from?” “It doesn’t really matter. I’ve been to Heaven’s door, and know that there is no God in there.” What I see now is unprecedented. She turns into a smoky outline gradually vanishing … Continue reading Edge of Future
In the end, governments didn’t need to ban religion. The numbers attending had dwindled away to almost nothing.
It was their arrival that had sparked the crisis of faith. They had laughed at the world and their primitive beliefs. They had shown them the universe beyond the tiny galaxy their Earth inhabited.
No God created this, they told their newly conquered servants, through mirthful laughter. We did.
Humanity acquiesced.
In a small synagogue, hiding in the darkness of the shuttered doors and windows, she stood to address her small band.
‘Today,’ she told them, ‘we start to fight back.’
Copyright Roger Bultot
Written as part of the Friday Fictioneers challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields (more details HERE). The idea is to write a short story of 100 words based on the photo prompt (above).
To read stories of 100 words based on this week’s prompt, visit HERE.
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Pregnant Pause ..... by Deepa
Special thanks to hecblogger (Amit Agrawal) at https://playingwithwords.blog/ for eight responses on https://reinventionsreena.wordpress.com/2019/11/07/reenas-exploration-challenge-112/ I've compiled all here. You may visit his blog (link given above) for reading other pieces. Question your maps if you do not manage to find your destiny question your maps, not the journey Crumbling Thoughts I am trying to hold on … Continue reading Playing with words (phrases)
Photo prompt: what do you see?
What happens when we surpass our goals
and transcend the euphoria of touching the sky
when we take that leap of faith
onto the fabled cloud ten
obscured and outshined by the lesser nine
but always there, sacred or profane
a step from greatness to legend
no more sky, no more blue
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But to reach so far is to be alone
when stars and moon are all you see
gentle lights, minute on a backdrop of envy
You dare not look below, for the plummet down cannot be survived,
To fall is to end.
so you look above, held by charges of lightning from your ascent
And like the tree you are, you grow some more
to find a foothold on the moon in reach
Alas, even that moon is not safe from envy
a crescent of light is all you…
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