The flowers were blooming, and the bees kissed them every now and then. Weed knew that life was short, and he would get uprooted by the gardener on the weekend. It had happened to each one of his brethren. The scenario changed as Dawg walked in, looking unwell, but sniffing at each one of them. … Continue reading Before being weeded out…
The stallion could not believe his luck. The celeb offspring was amidst them, and would ride one of them soon. He was the one who had carried the child's father on his back, and made him think he was a star. https://only100words.xyz/2019/08/22/three-line-tales-week-186/
Being up there helped her so much… Those few minutes of getting a bird’s eye of the world – getting a macro-perspective on who drives whom, who flouts rules and why do certain monsters function in the manner they do. To understand the equations is easy. Survival is totally a different ball game. She lost … Continue reading Being up there…
They were meeting after three decades – three women struggling to rediscover their identity on the same campus, where they had studied. They reminded each other of their achievements – the path-breaking papers presented, the medals won and the admiration and envy drawn. Life had been a roller-coaster for them after that, as they stumbled … Continue reading Vintage
My fitbit shows the blood pressure rising. Nobody likes to be stood out. The least John could do was let me know the reason for delay, and at what time should I expect him. To add insult to injury, his phone is switched off. The bugger has lost his next increment. I’m his boss …. … Continue reading Waiting
They touched their cheeks to ensure if it was real. They couldn’t fathom if they were lying on grass, or floating high up amongst leaves. The feet were not touching the ground. The existence was light as a leaf for sure – they were not bothered if their pristine white outfits would stain, or if … Continue reading Mystical
The darkness is soothing, but she is grateful for the windows. It prevents claustrophobia. It gives an insight into worlds outside. It gives an opportunity to jump out to end her life. Mental illness was reappearing. It was not possible to get out of this place, or out of her mind. (280 characters) https://katmyrman.com/2019/08/20/twitting-tales-150-20-august-2019/
The gawkiness of childhood left behind often generated a ‘Was that really me?’ feeling. She blamed the lack of sophisticated parents and a nurturing environment for it. The question she asked herself with embarrassment, was soon replaced with a “Is that really me?” It was again the environment -the psychopath boss and toxicity of a … Continue reading Once again
You welcome me for the messages I carry, but do not understand my language. If you did, you would have known that I’m not a messenger. I’m a soul, I’m a living being as bright and fair as any other that inhabit the world. The color I’m blessed with blocks your limited vision. I was … Continue reading Scare-human
“Don’t shoot the messenger!” “Who wants to? But what if they tinker with the truth?” “We live in the post-truth era. What is all this hullaballoo about truth? Whatever the media tells you is right.” “Bought media?” “Who do you think has not been bought? Don’t you do things for your boss that you don’t … Continue reading Post-truth
