it is the age of fascination it is the age to float, not walk it is the age to hope and dream to build castles in air it is the age of illusion it is the age to text, not talk it is the age to smile and beam suitably for likes and share … Continue reading It’s time….
I felt the sand slipping beneath my feet, and soon I was sinking down below. I’d been caught in quicksand. My classmates formed a human chain to pull me out, and succeeded in about seven minutes. We were on a zoology excursion to the Alibag beach. The wonders of nature that we had fished out … Continue reading Know the rules
A semi-conscious state does wonders. Just before I lost consciousness, I heard gems uttered by the doc– “This is the 44th surgery this month. Needless to say, it was not needed. But I’m richer by a few millions.” They didn’t know I’m a social media marketer. The story went viral. (278 characters) https://thedarknetizen.wordpress.com/2019/06/25/twittering-tale-transplant/
not-so-subtle digs on being perceived as bad fit ill-disguised sarcasm makes dents on self-esteem – yet give me strength to walk away reverse the flow of disdain https://onewomansquest.org/2019/06/24/v-j-s-weekly-challenge-54-subtle/
The Crossover — a piece that will keep you hooked — by Michael
When the moment of crossover occurred, it came as a bit of a shock.
He expected the lights of the palliative care ward to fade into darkness and all cognizance of life disappear. He would become nothing as he believed there was nothing to go to.
So as the lights around him faded and he slipped away from human life, it came as a surprise when another light took its place.
His first thought was its just happening in my head, my brain is trying to stay in the world and fooling me into thinking I am still there.
Then he realized he didn’t have a brain as such so wondered what it was that was happening to him.
It wasn’t as if he wanted to live forever nor did he have any definite quarrel with death, after all in his final months, life had been crap, confined to a…
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A master of seventeen languages, he was widely sought by embassies as an interpreter. He studied writing techniques and literary expressions in different languages, and earned his doctorate on such a comparative study. He married an outstanding woman of many accomplishments on one of his foreign postings, and was envied by his countrymen for the … Continue reading Wordsmith
much-needed short respite mellow sun peeks from grey clouds wanting to get wet https://frankjtassone.com/2019/06/22/haikai-challenge-91-6-22-19-midsummer-rain-samidare-haiku-senryu-haibun-tanka-haiga-renga/
Explore crossovers with Jade Li 🙂
For crossover, there are only a couple of things I can think of (aside from the concept of crossing over from life to death.) One is a crossover brassier, where the fabric crosses over and serves to lift and separate to give support. 
The other is when tying boats up to a dock there is a crossover knotting that holds the boat secure but is easily undone.
Oh wait, I just thought of one other thing with the crossover, and that is with counted cross stitch. When the “x” is made, to give the best effect you always cross them in the same order. When I do my cross-stitch, I always start in the bottom left corner and go to the upper right corner for as many stiches in that row, then return with the bottom right corner to the upper left corner.
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A beautiful take by Sadje on Exploration Challenge #92
Yeah, it’s true
I crossed over to the other side
I am no longer the victim
No longer the oppressed
I am now the avenger
I have changed sides
I will not be afraid of you
Or the thought of what you can do
Gone are the days when I would cower
No I stand tall with the force of truth behind me
Yeah, you heard me correctly
I have changed sides now
In response to;
Reena’s Exploration Challenge #92
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Crossover ..... by Deepa
