A soul cries to be reborn, full of promise, full of regret and fired with intent to get it right this time around. A genetic framework is created to house the intent. It sees the light of the world once again, and squeals in delight – the world labels it as crying (there are no … Continue reading In process
Seasons change, so do people and relationships. What remains constant is the process of churning out thoughts – some mundane, some innovative and some creative – but it is energy nevertheless, energy which powers the world. So, here we are in another tiny capsule of time, reproducing snapshots of our thought process in this space. … Continue reading Reena’s Exploration Challenge #94
"What were you thinking when you hired this guy?I don't see a photography course on his profile." "I need a good photoshop artist, not a photographer." "Oh, yeah... I keep forgetting. The world is digital. We don't develop pictures in darkrooms." https://only100words.xyz/2019/07/04/three-line-tales-week-179/
Somehow, I like the place. It has a strange sense of familiarity – is this what we call déjà vu? I wonder why the inhabitants don’t seem to like me, though they look like old friends or acquaintances. I focus on the tilted architecture, which could easily be the ninth wonder of the world (the … Continue reading The Bloody Carousel
The flood raged over the entire village. She wondered if nature was mimicking her fury, or trying to pour water on it. The rage hadn’t helped, but had refused to die down either. It resembled embers of a slow-burning fire that was consuming her, rather than a raging flood. She closed her eyes and entered … Continue reading Embers
Welcome back to this exploratory space! PROMPT I normally link a word to a picture for the prompts, but not this week. The picture is so intriguing that I dare not superimpose my thoughts and influence another’s imagination. Let the prompt take you wherever it goes. Reena's Exploration Challenge #93 Please remember to credit the … Continue reading Reena’s Exploration Challenge #93
“I’ve been here before.” “Are you crazy? You have not travelled alone, and we’ve got you here for the first time,” hissed the mother to her teenage daughter. “There is a brown trunk in the last room. There are gold coins and jewels in that.” We walked ahead to check. There was a trunk, but … Continue reading Thresholds
Inspiring prose “Darkness came, full of moths and beetles. I was oppressed by the velvety emptiness of the word and swathes of soft grass. Then the fumes of the night put me to sleep” (As I walked out one Midsummer morning) Poem claustrophobic darkness not-s0-romantic a night prickly, sick dreams make me long for light … Continue reading Horrors of the night
they swim with tides for the day’s catch get rich with schemes not all humane they hold secrets they nurture bonds they protect their kind ignorance they feign we intellectuals in ivory castles just- look down with disdain the world conquered – so what we give it to them sky and earth meet … Continue reading Give it to them
it is the age of fascination it is the age to float, not walk it is the age to hope and dream to build castles in air it is the age of illusion it is the age to text, not talk it is the age to smile and beam suitably for likes and share … Continue reading It’s time….
