The first sentence that caught my attention as a writing prompt was "Why don’t we stand up to bullies?" I believe evil is pulverised and far too amorphous now to be fought. It is not like we attack and conquer a fort where the monsters live, and live happily ever after. The monsters have sown … Continue reading Bullies Everywhere
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Welcome back! PROMPT #383 Here is your writing prompt to weave a tale of intrigue this week. The image shows A central red lock icon representing the forgotten password Blue web-like connections radiating outward, suggesting network connectivity and digital infrastructure Question marks are scattered around to represent confusion and the "forgotten" aspect Glitch-style error lines … Continue reading Reena’s Xploration Challenge #383
“How did you get seduced by a spy?” His boss’s tone was harsh. “I didn’t – instead, I got her to tell me the story of her father, who was a double spy, and is perhaps languishing in a jail somewhere - her voice quivered as she lay wrapped in the lace bedspread made out … Continue reading Twist in the Tale
Welcome to the club with blindfoldspromise not to see anything more thanwhat benefits usLeave ethical baggage behindyou won't sink with stones around your neckIf storms rock the boatHold on tight to each otherDo not divulge secretsTill we find a submarineand go underwaterThen, if you are luckyEven you may leave-Alive, but mutedfor spoken truthtakes you closer … Continue reading Conspirators’ Club
"Retirement has brought me back to card games and books, but the companions are missing." "Why do you need a companion to read?" "The most enjoyable part of reading is the book and the different perspectives. These diverse viewpoints often open my eyes to new ideas and enrich the reading experience." "Join a book club. … Continue reading Update your Version
I recall the time I learnt stained glass painting. It was the age of solvent-based colours, and we had to keep stirring the pigment slowly with the solvent with a wooden toothpick. Any mistake at this stage would cause the paint to crack later. The lead liner used to hold the paints in till they … Continue reading Crushed Colours
I look inwards to see the baby up there, whom I miss so much. Then, I see two naughty pups watching my next move and think maybe she is already back with me. limited visionHow do I know if a soul rests in peace, is contemplating her return to the world in a fresh reincarnation, … Continue reading In Memoriam
look againthe face you see is a maskit might peel off in timewhat you see behindis deceptionor magic Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge
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