emerge from darkness slither up new environs serpentine moves to mark deceptive windows some minds engineer a venomous existence Thursday Photo Prompt #writephoto
Glimpses in the Dark
Frames
Peace is what I seek from outside Me You rebel and resent being framed to help Me Decastich Challenge
Spin
What happens when a metaphor is negative? I have taken brickbats, and think that I can defend my own interest, only by wreaking havoc on the world. The spirit of revenge and destruction defines me. The metaphor that I give myself, and how others see me can well be different. I may discover an angel … Continue reading Spin
Portals
“Who am I to forgive, if there is no right or wrong? It was the other’s life and circumstances on one side, and mine on another. The clash was incidental.” “What am I fighting for, if there is nothing to preserve? The world will take its own course anyway, after I perish.” “What am I … Continue reading Portals
Least Common Multiple
“The character of the main protagonist is my story is not developing further. I need to create a few more to lend credence to his actions.” “Are you in sync with your characters?” “Not really… this is an unusual writers’ block. It is created by having too many options.” “Like what?” “Like a single thought … Continue reading Least Common Multiple
Where does the artist go?
“How could I have imagined what was going on in that pretty head of hers?”, he was distraught by the separation. “Imagination takes you everywhere. Add the sleight of an artist’s hand to it.” “And create (un)reality, which the object you fancy cannot live up to. It adds up to the same thing-disappointment.” Three … Continue reading Where does the artist go?
Wild
untamed desires hail from innermost sanctum sanctorums, are labelled wild as minds shackled in structures fail to look inward. fear grips the unschooled as depths of human nature emerge closer to gods or devils anything but what we label human Tuesday Poetics at dVerse
Deja Vu
The place had a distinct déjà vu feel to it. The green foliage was missing, and the flowing stream of water replaced by blue specks. The plane crash had left him stranded, and the only option was to wait for rescue. He suddenly recalled that painting. It had made him rich overnight. He hoped that … Continue reading Deja Vu
Seashore Palms
“The good life I once had floated away. Its remnants on the shore won’t let me start a new life. The salinity of experience does not allow.” Elaine was refusing an offer to set up an offshore branch of a large business firm. She was brilliant and well-qualified, but broken by vicissitudes of life. “Plants … Continue reading Seashore Palms
Peace
power lust or thirst always drove her to fight hard battles galore she lies in the coffin at last, at peace with life In other words, at last at Patricia's Place
