Dear Seagull ........... by VJ Knutson
Dear Seagull
Illusion
Illusion ….. by Aishwarya
Darkness engulfs under her hood,
A part of myself,
Snatching away from me,
My alter ego in good and bad,
Was she really mine,
Or was I hoodwinked by light?
My shadow, mum to my misguided illusions.
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Acknowledgements :- Thank you Reena Saxena for running the Reena’s Exploration Challenge # 150. The challenge is write a piece on a given theme. The theme for this week is Illusions. For rules please refer here. Thank you all for stopping by and reading.
Reena’s Exploration Challenge #150- ILLUSIONS
Illusions ….. by Indira
Reena’s Exploration Challenge #150
Prompt- ILLUSIONS
Let it be a theme for the week’s writings. It may not necessarily be about privacy, but the various illusions we live under, and which actually make life bearable. Knowing too much would debilitate our sense of individualism, independence, achievement, or glory. It is actually a happy bubble we live in.
Life from now onwards
Never be same again
Illusions busted
myths are broken
That mankind is superior to all creatures
a tiny virus crushed us all
Dark secrets
The police was at the doorstep. He thought the matter had been closed la few weeks ago. “You are under arrest.” The tone was terse, and there was no other option than getting in the jeep with the police team. A few hours later…. “We have traced out deleted chats from a number which was … Continue reading Dark secrets
token ~ a tanka
Token-a tanka …… by s.s.
drawing me into
an illusion of real life
~ your photograph
a keepsake from a movie
a ticket stub with a notch
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Mindfills by s.s. for
Reena’s exploration challenge #150 illusions
Life’s blurry side
Life’s blurry side …….. by Eugenia
peace wins time to time
illusion yourself joyous
changing times ahead
Reena’s Exploration Challenge#150
ILLUSIONS
dVerse Challenge: Meet the bar, verbing
-Eugenia
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High‐Tech Terrorist
High-tech Terrorist …….. by Jim Adams
Untouched books crowded his shelves, shiny leather spines and faded first editions, meticulously dusted and never read. The books were just illusions to impress others, and they made his life bearable, because they impressed his friends. He had no intention of ever reading any of them, as knowing too much would take away his individualism, and his sense of style. He was as phony as a three-dollar bill, but what nobody knew was that the book shelves were hiding a secret passage to his panic room. He was not sorry for all of the lies that he feed to the press and he hoped that Trump would exonerate him one day.
They finally caught up to Julian Assange and his long-time friend Pamela Anderson felt he would not survive an extradition from the U.K. to the U.S. He breached his bail in June 2012 and took refuge in the Embassy…
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Floaters
unravelling complexity peeling layers watching those float away to invite more into the whirlpool surfing the waves endlessly.... https://sammiscribbles.wordpress.com/2020/08/29/weekend-writing-prompt-172-endless/
What was it?
Untouched books crowded his shelves, shiny leather spines and faded first editions, meticulously dusted and never read. She wondered how long it had been, and what had happened in his life after she left. Those days and nights of reading, and long evenings of deep discussions were still fresh in her mind. She had become … Continue reading What was it?
End of a dream
A vision in pale yellow floated through the park. This is my new neighbour, Miss Daisy. I would’ve named her Sunflower though. As if on cue, she turned towards me and smiled. I guess I missed the acerbic expression in her eyes. “I heard some noise yesterday, and your house help sneaked in on the … Continue reading End of a dream
