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/
“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/
“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
Opportunity flew by. I let it go Only my dulled senses and fading sensibilities can be blamed.. https://sammiscribbles.wordpress.com/2020/05/16/weekend-writing-prompt-157-fade/
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
“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…
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/
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
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 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/
