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Casuistry
Mission (Im)possible
The yellow light is unmistakable, on those dilapidated structures, but not concentrated at a place. It is visible in patches of different sizes. He pulls out the picture of the yellow UFO circulating in social media. Some claimed to see it moving in circles over this lane. Maybe, they are searching for something, but what? … Continue reading Mission (Im)possible
What drives me?
what took me beyond diving in deep waters, tips of icebergs I sprouted wings to fly solo in dark skies, explore unknown worlds it’s a call from space from unfathomable depths, it’s only the itch take me there or let me perish in between (44 words) Quadrille #60
Literally
The panoramic view is literally breathtaking. I awaken to the fact that there is so much I had never seen or known. The proverbial tip of the iceberg is within sight. I try to touch it, by swinging a little longer, but can’t. I remind myself that I am on top of the iceberg. Another … Continue reading Literally
Maybe, he tried
The pink phone had dominated her dreams for long…. ever since she lost it. It was a setback at that stage, with mobile phones not having arrived yet, and the family landline phone locked with passwords. She was haunted by a voice – that of her first love, now incommunicado. (274 characters) Twittering Tales … Continue reading Maybe, he tried
Soul in slumber
beauty of slumber I wish I never wake up in unwanted worlds Ronovan Writes
Ghosts
ghosts emerge from woods soar high in the sky and rain on meadows of my green dreams I learn to unlearn gloss over marks on the psyche and reinvent life Weekly Writing Challenge #150
Kusakari
kusakari cuts grass growing under the feet or stale mindsets clearing blocked perspectives creating fresh perceptions Haikai Challenge #42
Reena’s Exploration Challenge #Week 45 – Climate Denial.
Climate change was happening despite all the naysayers and sceptics. The evidence was obvious down on the beachfront. Where once even at high tide there was a thin rim of sand along the waterfront to walk upon now the ocean lashed the shoreline and threatened to cascade over the man-made barrier.
Our political leader, who saw himself as a bit of a King Canute had made promises, based he proclaimed on irrefutable science, that the sea was not going to encroach on the city. He announced the unusually high tides as a freak of nature and within a few weeks the sea would retreat to its customary levels and life would return to normal.
His idiot predictions were just that, the ravings of a mentally deranged man pretending to hold power over nature.
The city went about fortifying the beachfront, huge concrete boulders were put in place to hold back…
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Weekend Writing Prompt #63 – Crumble
The ground beneath my feet begins to crumble
I’m left with nothing to hold on to, null
I have to admit, I have lost the battle
You are there, so far away, unreachable
I say this, you say that, misunderstanding
Causing pain in the heart and soul, shattering
For what I’ve done, I’m blameful
The world is against me, my fight is extinguished
You have abandoned me, the one I cherished
Forget the pain and move on, as I mull
I’ve learned my lesson, time to rise again
(c) ladyleemanila 2018
