“Change the world”, she said. He did not have the heart to confess that he was an ordinary mortal. He conjured pink smoke and gave her a different lens to see the world. She believed every vision that he generated for her. There had been many who were teaching her to survive – the killer … Continue reading Change the World
fearful minds do not enter untried and untested portals the internet of life is virgin territory the hands of time held hostage by a benign monstrosity oblivious to its impact on future of fear an untouched core awaits the seer who overcomes time to discover eternity of truth Thursday Photo Prompt #writephoto
Remind me of existing reality for life beckons with exquisite images of bygone eras colored with bias. tremors of age, inflections of a toothless voice negate youthful memories. Weekend Writing Prompt #32
liquid dreams moulded to suit their desires and frozen with their contempt, scald like molten lava with the latent power of revenge. SoCS
“No exit” flashed the sign on the inner side of the entrance door. Her phone beeped again. Adam was getting impatient waiting for her in the car, and she was yet trying to figure out an exit route from the mall. Her hands ached with the weight of the bags she was carrying, and she … Continue reading Walking Away
Welcome to Week 16! I am late in posting the prompt today, and decided on a quick, but different take on the prompt. Here is a character narrating different episodes from her life. You get an idea of the overall personality. Pick just one sentence from the story, and develop further on that. Ask who … Continue reading Reena’s Exploration Challenge #Week 16
I wonder what she looks like. I have spent a lifetime imagining her graceful gait and ethereal beauty, and the divine light that her presence will spread in my house. I do my little rituals and hang those objects outside the house to attract her. I leave the porch lights on, every evening. She might … Continue reading Waiting Forever
She was throwing away the books and the diaries to erase every memory linked to her bohemian parents. She had spent her life in an effort to heal the wounds inflicted by their irresponsible conduct. A page from a battered, worn out diary flew at her, “I spent my life striving to find joy, and … Continue reading Vision in reverse gear
I am controlled by my genes. Am I? Research says that repeated behavioral traits can alter genes. I hope they can help me by showing it all on a screen. Which are the problem areas that I need to change? But till then ….. ensuing battles fight with ancestors for what they didn’t do I … Continue reading Own Your Soul
unseeing eyes haunting in their locked vision pleading for light Three Line Tales
