The journalist always mocked a candle march. It seemed impotent, especially when the crowds were unable to prevent a crime. Of what use is indignation without an effort? Tonight was different. Tonight, shadows crept out of crevices in floors and walls. Stars dropped from the sky to hold a candle against darkness. A noose hanging … Continue reading Justice
let me trylet me extendextend learningextend a handhand me a flowerhand over powerpower up the mojopower train the mindmind over mattermind your languagelanguage expresseslanguage dividedivide animositydivide not peoplepeople pleasingpeople friendlyfriendly enemiesfriendly crowdcrowd the streetscrowd non sensesense the moodsense the trendstrends changetrends misleadmislead the massesmislead innocenceinnocence fooledinnocence soldsold out moralssold out ethicsethics mauledethics for a tosstoss … Continue reading Extend Rules
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Do not reveal dreams-a rumpus is raisedby those who don’t figure in itThey tear it to shreds,wish you a thorny future There’s a price to be paidfor blooming in desertsfor walking alonefootprints wiped outby resentful followers Quadrille #230
I recall living in a house with a sloping roof. Getting it cleaned was difficult. It turned out that a Dutch architect had designed the homes and provided for the melting of snow. Snow is unheard of on the Indian plains. What we need here is more housing to accommodate the burgeoning population, and they … Continue reading Needs Analysis
my fear invites a heavy downpourI forgot my umbrella todayI wear my confidence in tailored clothesI conceal all that is unacceptable Weekend Writing Prompt #430
Consciousness is awareness; it is also playing by the rules, projecting an acceptable version of yourself and burying everything else underneath. It leads to sophistication, and after a while, we dare not acknowledge our instincts. They are called base instincts because we are expected to rise above those. Humans have to differentiate themselves from animals. … Continue reading Subterranea
Where are the worlds I was destined to lead?unmanned spaceships hijacked in orbit—rendered still by civilizations unseen,those who choose silence to remain free. Basements are mute, the sky above scornsforgotten futures abandoned by life.How old would that aborted child have been—a foetus dissolved, yet aching to be? Where are the artists who birthed the impossible?Heckled … Continue reading Ubi Sunt
Welcome back! Today, I used AI to generate a prompt with specific inputs, and it turned out to be interesting. I'm sharing it with you without any changes. PROMPT #395 The Archive of Forgotten Futures Imagine a hidden archive tucked beneath a crumbling library, filled with letters, sketches, and diary entries from futures that never … Continue reading Reena’s Xploration Challenge #395
What was the whistleblower thinking when he typed the incendiary email? What kind of superpower did he assume he would be blessed with? The bloke was not aware that money will continue to exchange hands till every protesting voice was silenced; everybody has a price; one should know how to assess and pay it. When … Continue reading The Whistleblower
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