“You don’t have a choice in the matter. You’ll have to do this, since it has been the family tradition.” “I do have a choice, of walking out.” So she did. MEGALITHS OF BELIEF is the title of her new book, the tagline is Structures we create around it. https://sammiscribbles.wordpress.com/2020/09/19/weekend-writing-prompt-175-megalith/
He’d been courting her for two years. But she couldn’t forget her boyfriend who’d died in a car accident. He was behind the wheel when the accident occurred. Was it possible to rectify the error? https://sammiscribbles.wordpress.com/2020/09/12/weekend-writing-prompt-174-rectify/
I’ve spent a week with her, whiling away time on coffee and endless chatter. Ans the repetition is appalling. There is not a single story or sentence I’ve not heard before.Is this what a cloistered existence does to people? How do they manage to close all windows? I come away with a conclusion - the … Continue reading Freshness
unravelling complexity peeling layers watching those float away to invite more into the whirlpool surfing the waves endlessly.... https://sammiscribbles.wordpress.com/2020/08/29/weekend-writing-prompt-172-endless/
I struggled I strived burnt midnight oil binged on knowledge be they books webinars or value-adding conversations I battled Scarcity of time to gather thoughts process write publish I tapped inner resources dug canals pathways for expression became a medium for thought energy to flow effortlessly -all done to make an impact -and then I … Continue reading Impact
I love I mull over it I promote I fight I share I write But fail to overcome…. They change shapes colour rewrite stories till they blur wait for attention disappear But not for long …. Oh, these thoughts that jostle for space… https://sammiscribbles.wordpress.com/2020/08/15/weekend-writing-prompt-170-jostle/
I remember the scene from a movie, which shows a woman feeding pigeons on a desolate street, who says that she has stayed away from human society after being let down by people she trusted. Somehow, the character did not feel like a misanthrope, but she had isolated herself for sure. I believe that a … Continue reading Misanthrope
It was the morning after my wedding. I walked up to the terrace, dressed in bridal finery - glass bangles and silver anklets. My husband was busy feeding a large brood of pigeons. “Hey, move back! You will scare the birds away.” It was the first shock - to know that his priorities were peristeronic. … Continue reading Priorities
The nuances of unconditional love intrigues me. Is it possible to love 100% of someone, unless it is a cute puppy or infant. Human minds are unpredictable. loving those layers concealed in multi-hued rainbows human minds relate https://sammiscribbles.wordpress.com/2020/07/25/weekend-writing-prompt-167-nuance/
“I am alone in a dark hospital room, after a plane crash.……” He was sobbing on the bed, surrounded by monitors to keep his physical state in check, and the therapist sitting besides him with a calm expression. “Come out of it. That lifetime has ended. You are fine now. Digging into this past life … Continue reading Delving deep
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