“What the hell is water?” asks the callow fish. She’s a thalassic creature. Someone’s curious about undiscovered, underwater worlds. They write stories of demons that inhabit the space. There's someone else who can make a train run under water in a chunnel. It’s just knowing what to do with water. Weekend Writing Prompt
Welcome back! PROMPT #256 This is perhaps the shortest word prompt we have done on RXC, yet it encompasses so much. The prompt is Any word starting with Re For reference, you may check the following site, and watch the horizons expand. Words that start with Re There is no restriction on format of the … Continue reading Reena’s Xploration Challenge #256
"You share this planet with googols of other living beings – it’s a huge responsibility.” “What are we talking about - environment, wealth or something else? I’m not playing around with anybody’s life and if certain things do shift, am I supposed to feel guilty about rearranging things in the universe, and giving them a … Continue reading Google it
The world looks so different from here. But what separates me from it is still a haze… I’m not sure if what I think or infer is right. The people who hurt me are floating around, showing me unknown aspects of their existence … unknown to me that is… altering my view totally. Is revenge … Continue reading Haze
I enrich myselfgoing around in circles-not directionlessfollowers install milestonesuncover hidden layers readers add valueto a writer's long journeythey see reflectionscommemorate turning pointsit relates to their stories Moonwashed Musings
I know who killed mebut that’s not youfifty shades of greyor maybe morestopped you fromappreciatingdifferent hues I know who killed mebut that’s not youThe Lonely Ladywanted alignmentyou got swept awayignored my hungerfor all things new I know who killed mebut that’s not youThe Showgirlsflaunted wealthhated my guts and witshining through I know who killed mebut … Continue reading I know who killed me
Hollowness became tangible in her person. She sought entry into every household she was acquainted with at some level, and emerged excited, squeaking secrets to every person she met on the street. She felt gratified by inclusion, and boasted about it as ‘closeness’. She was greeted by a wry smile or snarling glance, when she … Continue reading Hollowness Personified
watch yellowsturn flaming orangechallenge sun,pallid moonssupported by deep watersthen meet a mountain rigid rockscompel a retreatteach lessonssurvivalneeds good navigation skillsnot raw bravado Written for Photo Challenge #439 at MLMM
She died yesterday. The priest chants mantras irrelevant to the essence of her life. She stood for freedom and path-breaking ideas. Rituals are about beating a trodden path with sticks shaped out of a murdered tree. Those who pray for the soul to rest in peace know not that she exists beyond their reach - … Continue reading She died yesterday
crackling logs rekindle thoughtsdying branches, twigsgasping for last breaths beforetumbling into ash-fireplaces bring no comfort a soul cries aloud in shockas it recalls deathin a previous lifetimeit takes time and love-to rejoice in a new form formation to destructioncycles of naturewhat's sandwiched between layersis the core of life-cackling two faced energy https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f7hIz5khVPA https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gD9xyTWO8fQ Written for … Continue reading In between
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