Santa’s red bag was full of shiny chocolate wrappers, just that there were no chocolates inside. The task of distribution was delegated to the fairies this year, as the kids loved them more. The elf was tired of being in a subsidiary position all along, and collaborated with Santa. Fun times ahead…. (52 words) … Continue reading Mischief
“The moths around that street lamp give me an ominous feel. Don’t they know they will get torched?” “Perhaps, they do. But they cannot overcome their natural instincts. Just like a lover does…..” Bob looked at me dreamily, as his voice trailed off. It was his manner of expressing love, as he downed his sixth … Continue reading Ominous
It was a silhouette she could never forget. The raised curve on the man’s head indicated that he was wearing a hoodie, as the opaque figure blocked all light. The liquid in the glass belied the owner’s dark desires, as it allowed light to filter through creating beautiful patterns. She had identified him correctly in … Continue reading Dark Memory
shining snowflakes reflect the filtered sunrays peeping through clouds that cover stark winter skies reinforcing hope Weekly Tanka Prompt Challenge
seeing my footsteps in first snow of the season one more year lived Heeding Haiku with Chevrefeuille
jumping into right battefields declaring war on the whole world loud calls on destiny propel life ahead but give no escape from the struggle cornerstones hold for me Weekly Writing Prompt #119
life demands action sirens cutting through forgotten years of life elapsed Colleen's Weekly Tanka Poetry Challenge #62
Too lazy to break the bottle and release the djinn? No wonder jellyfish have survived without brains. They do not create Frankensteins. (135 characters) Twittering Tale #62
They had cut a cake on the same table, maybe a decade ago. Sandra had lost count of the years that passed by. Life was more about rowing in different directions, and coming back to a central zone of conflict. There was no escape, as they had to manage a terminally ill child they loved … Continue reading Falling Apart
Nature is the highest benchmark for acceptance of change. Seasons just come and go, with a self assurance that their time will come again. How can I be sure that the same season comes back again? The dried leaves and disintegrated flowers will not come back to life. Where do the storms come from? There … Continue reading Yarns of Caution
