a tiny hope to overshadow the Sun acquires gigantic proportions I wake up energized, ready to take on the world ground beneath my feet slips like sand lashing waves topple dreams I’ve no wings yet something sprouts internally taking me up, up and up….. Is this what you call the stratosphere? https://scvincent.com/2019/09/19/thursday-photo-prompt-murmur-writephoto/
This week think about the word ‘sorry’ and what it means to you.
It comes in handy in so many scenarios.
Write your response and link it using the linking tool below.
Have fun and go where the word leads you.
This prompt raked up a lot. My brother-in-law (husband’s eldest brother, who has been treated as a demi-God in the family) visited us recently. Unilaterally, he decided to shift the furniture in the house as he pleased- a move I did not like and made it known to him. I asked for things to be … Continue reading Release
If your world is full of debauchery, multiplespeak, manipulation and mindless evil, so be it -I refuse to be a part of it. I understand that people like me come and go, and Satan has continued to rule the world, so be it - I refuse to give in to any Satanic rites and insights. … Continue reading Refusal
I like being at the center of things. It is easy to watch who is going up and how… It is easier to wield a remote, and bring a few tumbling down. https://only100words.xyz/2019/09/19/three-line-tales-week-190/
Can I get them back to our world, which I dare say is ‘normal’? Can I make them see things the way I do, and negate their own reality? Can I influence them with hope or fear, and make them fall in line? I can help them realign, but can I repair the damage done … Continue reading A psychiatrist ponders
Honestly, I don’t even play an active role in my life any more. Things just happen, and I’m like “Oh, is this what we are doing now? OK.” The concept of I and Me have changed. I’m not a professional, husband, son, brother, father acting out scripted roles. I am at peace. I live for … Continue reading Then and now
It was a dream. She looked at the building wistfully on her visits to the city, and wished she could live in a house so large. She looks at the dilapidated wall splattered with graffiti, and sighs. It took a wrong turn, being conned by a trafficker and inhuman torture inflicted, to realize that it … Continue reading Home
The light filtering in from the skylight kept her alive. It was 1971, the year of war and the year of blackouts. At night, the window was covered with a black paper to avoid light filtering out. She longed to see the moon, but heard the drones of aircraft flying low. What if they dropped … Continue reading End of the tunnel
