Changing of the guards ….by Susi Bocks
Inspired by Moonwashed Weekly Prompt #136 – Hiatus &
Reena’s Exploration Challenge #274 – Being in charge of hell
humanity ends
men being in charge of hell
please take a hiatus
challenged and yet strong
when the feminine rises
life begins again
Filing ….by Diana Coombes
Written for https://reinventionsreena.wordpress.com/2023/03/30/reenas-xploration-challenge-274/
Being in charge of hell was a thankless task.
The monotony of filing all those souls, was something Marta Hari hated doing. She regretted going for the promotion, when their old manager went for reintegration on Earth.
Look, she thought to herself, it depended on what side of the coin you represented. For example, in British history, there were many souls, who ended up in hell. When she was a soul, did she not think she was working for the right side. She was a strong willed female, in a period of time, where it was frowned upon.
Was it her fault she had resorted to murder?
‘Marta, where are you on the soul trade today?’ A new face said, walking into her office.
‘I’m on B and C, Bonnie has decided to try her luck in the twenty first century. She feels it is time…
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Coffee Drip – by Mich
Coffee Drip
i started drinking coffee when i was ten years old. my mother never liked the idea. looking back, i now realize how horrible she must have felt for seeing her ten-year-old daughter obsessed with coffee.
she lectured me about the effects of coffee on our bodies and how bad it could be. (of course, again, i know that now.) she even used to joke about me not getting taller if i didn’t stop consuming coffee. (of course, again, i think she was right all along.) there was nothing my mom could do at that time, though.
and i am not talking about blended coffees which we can now get at some fancy coffee shops. no, not your usual Starbucks caramel macchiato, white mocha, or cafe latte. i don’t remember having Starbucks growing up. it wasn’t a thing then. i meant the black espresso, a single shot with no…
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On a hiatus ….. by Aishwarya
happiness came to me in snail mail
I persuaded, mollycoddled, blackmailed it not to go on a hiatus,
to stay with me forever,
It zoomed in a jiffy via E-mail,
To the next person unbeknownst to him.
37 words
Acknowledgements :- Thank you Reena Saxena for hosting RxC #273 , the theme being, “Happiness”. Thank you Sammi Cox for hosting Weekend Writing Prompt #304, prompt word, “Mail” and word count is 37 words . Thank you Eugi for hosting Moonwashed Weekly Prompt Challenge #136 where the prompt word is, ” Hiatus”. Thank you all for stopping by and reading.
Happy – Mirror Cinquain …. by Sangeetha
Happy
to wait a while
for happiness to knock?
Don't hold your breath...could be your last
my friend
Dont wait!
for rings on your phone or digit,
or for those midnight mails;
Live! Be happy!
Right now.
Mindfills © 2023
For Colleen Cheesebro’s tanka Tuesday; Sadje’s wdys; Reena’s Exploration Challenge ~ thehappiness chase ; Sammi Cox’s weekend writing prompt ~ mail (37 words)
Mirror cinquains are a titled form with two 5-line stanzas consisting of a cinquain followed by a reverse cinquain 2-4-6-8-2-2-8-6-4-2.
Happiness is ….. by Indira
Happiness is chasing me till now With Some hope to get up in the morning Ability to do plenty of things Some people around me who reciprocate my love Appreciating others for their care concern, and friendship, and Getting appreciation too Though Happiness is in Cheerful mornings sunrises sunsets Smiling faces Music Rain Celebrating with near and dear ones Laughing chirping celebrating with friends and relatives It is also in understaning,accepting,and enjoying the silence and the solitude
Bundle of joy Basketfull of happiness Go and grab it Till it lasts Nothing lasts forever Enjoy the moment
Masked ….by Diana Coombes
Written for https://reinventionsreena.wordpress.com/2020/12/17/reenas-exploration-challenge-166/ decorated treessway to songsemanating frommasked lipsimagining smilesthat reachtwinkling toes andluminous tips Masked lips, and imagine the smiles that reach the twinkling toes of stars. Long remembered, even when they are gone. Swaying songs, shining in unison, alongside planets, viewed with fresh eyes. Spring, a once in a lifetime experience, where they are visible from earth. Close your mind, you might miss their amazing sprinkle of love, still on their luminous tips. Shimmering, even when the stars have turned into black holes of nothingness. I wonder, what aliens may think of us, as they watch us from their homes. Do they wonder what is beyond? Can they travel to distant lands, or do they think we aren't worth bothering with.
Intellectual Class ….by Indira
the decorative tree
they bring
to adorn their house
they sing around it
with masked lips
expecting it to sway
it obliges
hoping to see them smile
imagining
appreciation
their smile never reach their eyes though
gets lost behind the mask
they think of themself way above all
intellectual class
they look down on all
purpose solved
they tore the decoration
remove their masks too
who looks uglier
for you decide
High Score ….by Amanda
I used to play Mario, and have hissy fits at the screen when I would lose, I hated it, but everyone liked it, so I would play it and almost break the game system, and ruin it for everyone else. I was never a very happy child.
Everyone else would sit there laughing at making jokes, enjoying the thrill of the game, and I would be thinking about stealing wine from downstairs, because Mario made me so freaking nervous. I was always running of cliffs or jumping into the Goombas, hands shaking with anger or nervousness, and then running away to go find alcohol downstairs. I was 13.
My entire life as far as I can remember, has been very much like this game, a chaotic running into Goombas, or dealers, or cops, or people who want to kick my *** because I ripped them off, or my family…
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Happiness …. By Aboli Mane
“I don’t know where I stashed it.”
“Stashed what?” The youngster asked.
Grandfather gazed at him through the horn wood spectacles as the septuagenarian opened various drawers around the house.
“Happiness.”
The youngster was befuddled. Happiness? To his innocent eyes, happiness was everywhere.
It was in the smile that Papa flashed him when he did well in sports. In Mama’s caress as she fed him an extra roti. When he and his sister bickered it sparkled within her dimpled smile when he gave in to her demands. Among his rowdy school friends…it blazed during a well-matched brawl in the dusty maidan.
As the youngster sat on the verandah he wondered how happiness could be stashed in a box.
If only Grandfather played with him more instead of reading those stuffy books…he’d find it.
The stray dog that sometimes took up residence in their courtyard during difficult months found happiness in…
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