“You are lucky to get an opportunity to serve God’s representative”, howled the rapacious animal. The jungle bowed in obeisance and offered him food and a cave. They set fire to the cave and called it an act of God. The privilege of surrender was his. Weekend Writing Prompt #467
Persuasion failed once again, as her teenage son walked out with a backpack. She stood at the doorway, words caught in her throat, watching his silhouette shrink against the evening light. The bag was heavy with defiance, stitched with the threads of independence he believed he had earned. She remembered her own callow youth, the … Continue reading Deja Vu
His retirement speech delineated the biggest conundrum of his career – adoption of AI for business. It’s all behind us now. Weekend Writing Prompt #465
Who delights in daylight’s reflection— slipping from invisibility into oblivion? The chandelier gathers shadows, waiting for the hand that dares to touch its darkness. It glimmers with borrowed fire, lamps feeding its fragile glow from within. Yet the chandelier remembers— the one who measured despair along the trembling borderlines of light, to illuminate. Twilight is … Continue reading The Chandelier
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
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
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
Sweet is what does not challenge taste, but can accelerate internal chaos. Weekend Writing Prompt #450
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
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
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