The thought catcher never rests, gathering whispers and silent responses. A patchwork quilt of dreams unfolds at night — not my story, but truth stitched in fragments, an authentic self, shimmering, whole. Weekend Writing Prompt
Dreamcatcher
Bereavement
the mortgage on individualityand conscienceends todayI step out in the fresh air-alone-independent stern looksfail to pierce my armor-they expect me to besuitably gloomyfor bereavement What do I mournbereft of bondagerole-playingand suffocation? Weekend Writing Prompt #453
The Senses
He craved Drums of Heaven, the crisp glaze haunting his thoughts, stirring a deep sense of longing. On his honeymoon, he changed the itinerary to savour this spicy delicacy. Little did they know that life and love would end in an accident, and that they would literally hear the drumbeats of flavour in Heaven. Weekend … Continue reading The Senses
Sweetness
Sweet is what does not challenge taste, but can accelerate internal chaos. Weekend Writing Prompt #450
The Core of a Rebel
A tyrant ruled a village, hoarding food while the people starved. The villagers spoke in hushed tones, their words swallowed by fear. One elder, unimpressed by their inaction and silence, struck a great drum in the square. Its lamprophony thundered across the valley, summoning every villager to act. The tyrant fled, and his cronies surrendered. … Continue reading The Core of a Rebel
Troubled Waters
Business empires are built by close-knit lobbies, those who act in unison and do not leak information. But loyalty dissolved like sugar in troubled waters. No wonder, for a key member was the competitor’s implant in the system. Weekend Writing Prompt #446
Breather
“Allow me to wait for you sometime.” “You don’t like me hanging around all the time?" Weekend Writing Prompt #445
Expressions
Fluency mattered in elocution competitions, especially when they were educated in a foreign language. She scored well, and then she did not stop. She was called garrulous, so she picked up a pen and structured her thoughts. She writes fluently and brooks no interference from editing tools. Weekend Writing Prompt #444
KeyBoard
The pen, once a symbol of power, lies sulking in a discarded mug, its dried ink having given way to the agile, ubiquitous keyboard. The pencil has stopped boasting about its flexibility, as deletion no longer requires an eraser on the screen. The keyboard has indeed come a long way, but voice-to-text is fast pushing … Continue reading KeyBoard
Heritage
Heritage makes and breaks me. It’s etched into my bones, whispered in my blood. I carry the genetic patterns—some I cherish, some I battle daily. I carry remnants of the value system my parents gave me. I’ve tried to scrub it off, reshape it, redefine it. But it clings, stubborn and familiar. Some parts nourish … Continue reading Heritage
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