Stories rewritten

kaleidoscopic instincts pull in different directions roulettes keep rolling till the needle  stops at something called Destiny stories rewritten Life goes on …. https://sammiscribbles.wordpress.com/2020/06/06/weekend-writing-prompt-160-kaleidoscope/

Success

“I want to live in your hearts. I know that I live in your hearts…” rattled on the young and pretty life coach, with a lovely smile. Well, ‘rattled’ may not be grammatically correct here, but I know where her intrepid advances are taking her. Success needs traits other than professional skills. https://sammiscribbles.wordpress.com/2020/05/30/weekend-writing-prompt-159-intrepid/

Downpour

“I don’t know when the shower of blessings changed to a downpour of responsibilities. And I could never get my head out of it. I’m going to miss work terribly.” Tears rolled own the cheeks of the CMO, as she concluded her farewell speech. She’d retired from the services of the hospital today. “You are … Continue reading Downpour

Particles of Infinity

Home is bliss, and will always be. But the starkness outside seems to destabilize mind-sets. The air I breathe for sustenance, water I consume, vegetation and meat I need for survival, all comes from out there. The house was furnished with great care to make it a comfy, soul-satisfying refuge, but the soul now wants … Continue reading Particles of Infinity

Emojis back then…

“The guy lacks basic manners. He extended his hand. I’d like people to maintain their distance.” “In good old days, we shook hands and sometimes even hugged each other.” “Blasphemy!” She was shocked, and stomped her feet as she walked to her bedroom. Thankfully, shoes were taken off at the doorstep. I don’t blame her, … Continue reading Emojis back then…

Coming to terms

I understand people grow out of relationships. What I cannot come to terms with is my prized range of designer footwear has become obsolete. https://sammiscribbles.wordpress.com/2020/04/18/weekend-writing-prompt-153-obsolete/

Held hostage

nomadic instincts held hostage  In a self-constructed cage by a force unseen, unknown contains egos overblown Its supremacy challenged,  the giant withdraws cannot differentiate  friends from foes unable to connect pieces of its fragmented  virtues and vices mirrors crack on seeing  its unmasked face reflect souls in all their shades and trace back thoughts  to … Continue reading Held hostage

Space

I don’t know why my parents filed annual report cards from school, certificates for extracurricular activities, photographs clicked ceremoniously on birthdays. I added peacock feathers, pressed leaves between pages, toys, diaries and books for keepsake. I plan to clean the attic today. I need space for my grown-up self. https://sammiscribbles.wordpress.com/2020/04/04/weekend-writing-prompt-151-keepsake/

Slices of life

Slices of life capture attention for the intensity they can portray. Movies without a storyline become huge commercial successes. Somewhere down the road, we ignored connectors, pieces that bring continuity. Only the soul knows how… https://sammiscribbles.wordpress.com/2020/03/28/weekend-writing-prompt-150-continuity/