“A historian remained locked in this museum for decades, and dished out tales for the world to savour.” “Is he alive?” “Maybe, in a way …”, the guide stuttered. “What does that mean?” “The museum has been shifted to a smaller, lesser known place. This is now inhabited by a social media content producing company. … Continue reading Spirit of the matter
A large crowd is inexorably drawn to the local beach, as stories circulate about a human being buried in sand. Some say it is a yogi performing some meditation feat or gimmick. Some people speak about an act of vendetta, and lack of action from the police. There are many others who decide to stay … Continue reading Fake News
It is a nice pair of shoes. I saw a similar pair on Amazon, and will order the same for you. Who told you, that I want those shoes? You have been staring at that pair for the past half an hour. It Is getting dark, and I think we should head homewards. The owner … Continue reading Teenage Tales
understanding themes playing out on the sky sleep eludes eyes from sunset to sunrise a story is born at dawn Weekly Tanka Prompt #Poetry Challenge #Week 117 In other words, sleep at Patricia's Place Heeding Haiku with Chevrefeuille
Tickety-Tac ….. the fingers din’t stop rattling the keyboard, and dropping white sheets stained with stories on the sand. But what were the stories? The great drama unfolding on the horizon, of the meek winning battles…. Then? They did not live long enough to witness it on Earth. (276 characters) Twittering Tales #105
“Does the winged lion look tired? Are his eyes droopy?” “Not yet. I guess he is gathering strength to fly.” “May God give him that strength, to find his destination in the sky!” “Really? Will he fly?” “He has to. The genie inside awaits liberation, as soon as the vigil drops.” Flash Fiction for … Continue reading Your turn now
survival from hunger, hungry vultures, cameras held in hands unwilling to help - seemed well-nigh impossible in the gloaming he surprised the world with an appearance years later and left it once again nursing a starved soul left to die in obscurity (Story on The Borgen Project) BrewNSpew Cafe
sealed lips compel me to swallow bitter truth several times over till I exhale fumes from eyes and ears yet the darkness of my interiors remains beyond artistic imagination it might come out as the Evil I fought against all my life this is not recycled fury it is putrefaction stinking transformation Into … Continue reading I cannot go back
My stomach churns a yucky feeling overtakes as I watch people shrugging shoulders in indifference, making casual remarks on #MeToo stories “Where were they for so long?” They won survival battles developed courage to turn the heat where it rightfully belongs after so long…. Quadrille #66
breathing fire once feels labored now – soul and speech dis-united Ronovan Writes
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