She found a grotto behind the cliff—where soulmates lived in animal shapes. She had reached home. Weekend Writing Prompt #423 - grotto
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No Trust
brace for the silencecracks in worldwide trust.ashes of vows driftwhere promises combust.She walks with head held high,heart cuffed in rust. Weekend Writing Prompt #422
Limerence
Each bank watches the other with a quiet ache, held apart by the river they both cradle. Trees lean inward, shadows stretching like questions across the current. Their roots whisper through the soil, tracing the same longing. It isn't love—they’ve never touched—but something more tender and less passionate than love: limerence. They imagine that the … Continue reading Limerence
Demons
Emotional garbage is strewn all across social media as people respond to accidents and murders. Many others draw on it to tailor their piece best to cater to popular sentiment. Their courage fizzles out when they try to take an integrated view of the situation, as they might see their not-so-clean reflections in the story. … Continue reading Demons
Dumping is not Denial
they call me dominatingwhen I don’t let them dominate I am labelled a dissenting notewhen I refuse to be an annexure I take their pitying glancesand throw it behind my shoulderThe forward march begins…when I refuse to acknowledge them Weekend Writing Prompt #418
No Make-up
The pictures will speak a lot more than the mandated 56 words. Celebrities stepping out bare-faced challenge beauty norms, reminding us that confidence shines brighter than cosmetics. Some appear effortlessly radiant, others unrecognizably different. It’s a bold statement—embracing authenticity in an industry built on illusion. IMO, certain looks are best left behind in the boudoir. … Continue reading No Make-up
Preservation
every breathtakes me near deathlights up worldsburns, preservesall that's sacred Weekend Writing Prompt #416
Vulnerable
I wonder why she confides in him. He listens to her, then disconnects and dials his buddies. They are guffawing over a secret or deriding her obstinacy. Did she hope he would convey her message to the concerned people? If he did, it would be tinged, or rather, coloured, with his opinions, not her perspective. … Continue reading Vulnerable
Genetic
Will she turn back and look?I wonder, standing on the balcony.But she doesn’t…. yet another dayshe hasn’t spoken to me. Her impudence is annoying.Yet I love her more than myselfMy daughter reminds me so muchof my youth Weekend Writing Prompt
Sammi’s Prompt
Fierce instincts often make me introspect. Where is that broken part of me that I want to defend, heal or conceal? Is it something I deeply value, but it has garnered a negative response from others? Weekend Writing Prompt #411
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