need for approval obstructing freedom of soul self-inflicted pain the only bonds that matter come with total acceptance Haikai Challenge by Frank J.Tassone
#Haikai Challenge #16
Reena’s Exploration Challenge #Week 21
Perspectives shape reality, and we write our own destiny. It is perhaps a hackneyed theme that I use so often in my speaking and writing. But, a writer writes the destiny of its characters. THE CHALLENGE Poetry, dialogue or any other format that you are comfortable with can be used to express the point of … Continue reading Reena’s Exploration Challenge #Week 21
The Ultimate
I come forward to meet you where you are, bowing as needed. I set benchmarks for greatness, as the world eulogizes me. I am the canvas for artists and writers to paint their imagination. I allow others to float on me, and create their own shapes and identity. Imbecile rocks and ships imagine that they … Continue reading The Ultimate
Coping Up
It was the thirteenth and final day of the last rites of the old lady. THE PARTNER Her nonagenarian partner kept staring at the designer ceiling of the room, and broke down occasionally. He cried without tears, which appeared to be his stubbornness or demand for attention at times, but one could also sense helplessness. … Continue reading Coping Up
Fear that he would outlive ….
He had learnt the hard way that he had to fear smallness of the self in so-called human beings, the greed that emanated from an awful sense of inadequacy, the fear of not being able to face his completeness, the hollowness that led to bragging, the anger at his self-sufficiency, of not needing anybody but … Continue reading Fear that he would outlive ….
Wet Ink
Bonding
"The credit for this award goes to my Dad, who gave all of himself to raise me and promote my career," said Angela, the beautiful winner of the Best Debut Award with tears in her eyes. The father-daughter bond between the ageing actor and his budding star daughter was seen as exemplary. He had gone all … Continue reading Bonding
The Final Game
The audience had never seen him in such form before. He appeared to be overstretching himself, but winning nevertheless. Only his wife knew that it was his last game, before the cancer rendered him incapable of playing. Three Line Tales - Week 103
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The imagery is outstanding…..
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COPING UP (SHORT STORY/FICTION)
By Neel Anil Panicker
Salsa, said one. Solo world travel, offered another. Yet another, this one, a well meaning distant Uncle from my long gone mother’s side mooted painting. And this knowing that I had earlier, and that was a good two decades ago, dabbled in Fine Arts. The stark truth was that the closest I had ever come to anything that could even remotely be classified as Fine Arts was to ferociously snatch and tear to pieces the pencil sketches that my twin brother Chirag drew as a seven year old.
Ultimately, I chose teaching. Or, to say it otherwise, teaching chose me. I chose to respond to the newspaper advertisement that called for ‘Fresh Talented Educators’ with aptitude to teach college graduates.
The powers that be called me over, subjected me to a quick fire ten minute interview and a…
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Destroy
don’t touch a raw nerve the pain drives me to press all the DESTROY buttons Ronovan Writes
