understanding themes playing out on the sky sleep eludes eyes from sunset to sunrise a story is born at dawn Weekly Tanka Prompt #Poetry Challenge #Week 117 In other words, sleep at Patricia's Place Heeding Haiku with Chevrefeuille
Story is born
understanding themes playing out on the sky sleep eludes eyes from sunset to sunrise a story is born at dawn Weekly Tanka Prompt #Poetry Challenge #Week 117 In other words, sleep at Patricia's Place Heeding Haiku with Chevrefeuille
Tickety-Tac ….. the fingers din’t stop rattling the keyboard, and dropping white sheets stained with stories on the sand. But what were the stories? The great drama unfolding on the horizon, of the meek winning battles…. Then? They did not live long enough to witness it on Earth. (276 characters) Twittering Tales #105
“Does the winged lion look tired? Are his eyes droopy?” “Not yet. I guess he is gathering strength to fly.” “May God give him that strength, to find his destination in the sky!” “Really? Will he fly?” “He has to. The genie inside awaits liberation, as soon as the vigil drops.” Flash Fiction for … Continue reading Your turn now
survival from hunger, hungry vultures, cameras held in hands unwilling to help - seemed well-nigh impossible in the gloaming he surprised the world with an appearance years later and left it once again nursing a starved soul left to die in obscurity (Story on The Borgen Project) BrewNSpew Cafe
sealed lips compel me to swallow bitter truth several times over till I exhale fumes from eyes and ears yet the darkness of my interiors remains beyond artistic imagination it might come out as the Evil I fought against all my life this is not recycled fury it is putrefaction stinking transformation Into … Continue reading I cannot go back
My stomach churns a yucky feeling overtakes as I watch people shrugging shoulders in indifference, making casual remarks on #MeToo stories “Where were they for so long?” They won survival battles developed courage to turn the heat where it rightfully belongs after so long…. Quadrille #66
breathing fire once feels labored now – soul and speech dis-united Ronovan Writes
watching civilization pass by the tribals sharpen their tools to earn a decent meal and fuel life for the next day numbing the pain with mundane tasks it takes lot of courage to not think that today may not transition to a better tomorrow Sunday Writing Prompt #42 at MLMM
a wistful count blind future - will all those leaving home return? Haikai Challenge #54
I’m on a visit to my village after two decades. My school still looks the same. Grey walls, wooden staircase, old-fashioned desks …. It needs repair in some places, before they move to renovation. Lack of funds has been an issue for long. A small donation from me is appreciated, but is clearly insufficient to … Continue reading Wickless Lamp