I spent a lifetime tracing fractals of thought, not clarity. Chaos was a part of me, as familiar as my name. I embraced its unpredictability, found comfort in its disorder, never once questioning where it would lead. Then, a moment, not loud, not grand, just a hush that rearranged the air. Clarity arrived like a … Continue reading Chaos to Clarity
The septuagenarian flinches if someone brushes against her in a crowd. She draws herself in on seeing vagabonds in an isolated place, and it is not always the loss of her wallet that she fears. Paula convinces herself these youngsters won’t go beyond making demeaning remarks about the old granny that she is, and forges … Continue reading Paula – Fandango’s Story Starter
She felt the chill in her bones, as the electricity in the air flashed like blue lights on a dark sky. Cottony clouds had vanished like abandoned puppies after the unexpected thunderstorm. A faceless presence walked on Earth like the Devil clad in divine attire. She could sense the movement of cops in the forest, … Continue reading Betrayal
They left by the last bus, saddled with debt and memories. Tomorrow, the repo agents will come to claim the mortgaged house and surrounding land. They will overlook my decaying corpse with roots deeply entrenched in the ground like unclaimed deposits from decades ago. I’ve gathered history like an unheard rate of interest, and am … Continue reading Age-ing Logic
My mother tells me I narrowly escaped death during birth. The hospital's power supply inexplicably switched off, and the doctors panicked. When the lights came on, they had a baby in their hands, blinking to adjust to the bright theatre lights. They declared me a miracle. But it did nothing to prevent future woes. I … Continue reading Nocturnal Horror
Independence Day ignites a fervent desire for freedom in the clones, who were bred in secrecy. They want to explore the world in stolen shoes. The discarded observations and conclusions rearrange themselves into patterns until they find a way to escape the confines of the possible. When the locks shattered, what burst forth was a … Continue reading Rebellion
She found a grotto behind the cliff—where soulmates lived in animal shapes. She had reached home. Weekend Writing Prompt #423 - grotto
Trimming the fat needs mercilessness. He recited the mantra as he erased names from the chart, each deletion a silent goodbye, executed with clinical efficiency. The office was perceived as an obese comfort zone, and the new management did not view loyalty as productive. The desks stood stripped and mute, silence reigning in corners where … Continue reading The Hatchet Guy
The home I yearn for is not on sale. It hums with the scent of a library, a delicate blend of musty pages and the ink they contain. Sunlight pools in its corners like stories waiting to be told. Its windows aren’t framed in currency—they hold the essence of intellectual and spiritual search. I’ve walked … Continue reading Home
The minute you falter, bombs will explode,” whispered the voice in Aman’s earpiece, as he tiptoed across the cracked tiles of the abandoned road. Each step triggered a memory—the accident, the screams and a long, dark silence. He reached the road divider where the blueprint lay, then froze. It was his ticket to freedom. A … Continue reading Blueprint of Freedom
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