Black Monsters

28th January, 2005, was the day I felt hurt and ignored. 12th June, 2007 ……… She wondered if she was talking to a human being or a talking calendar of events—events she could not remember or relate to, but had trapped his weak mind in repetitive cycles. Sahil kept talking in loops and failed to … Continue reading Black Monsters

Reena’s Xploration Challenge #379

Writing Prompts

Welcome back! PROMPT #379 Mangus Khan shared T.S. Eliot's Cold, Snobby Guide to Poetry in response to last week's prompt. I'm enticed by the following lines. Kill Your Ego, Save the Poem Now for Eliot’s hottest take: great poetry isn’t about you. It’s not your diary entry. It’s not your breakup in verse. The poet should … Continue reading Reena’s Xploration Challenge #379

Lamp and Genie

The lamp stays aflame, waiting for the genieCome claim its freedomThe lamp is tired,watching the genie frolic around-multiple masters, numerous assignments-lot of adventure, a grateful clientele. I’ve borne you for 5000 yearsattracted innocents to accidental rubsbecoming Masters of their Fate While I remain sedate, cold or hotMiracle I am, Angel you are notI respect the … Continue reading Lamp and Genie

Cheer

I miss Mom more than ever as I walk through Sakura-laden sidewalks. The extended cherry blossom season has brought in a fresh wave of tourists, and visitors in outfits from different countries liven up the landscape further. I stopped to see a girl child in a wheelchair. Her expression sharply contrasted with her mother’s morose … Continue reading Cheer

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

The Terrorist

He switches off to elude the trace,alone in a bunker, a ghost in space.Sweat beads whisper of pending doom,A life behind bars, or in a tomb. Gun barrel cradles restless sleep,echoes wail—grief runs deep.A child’s voice, a sorrowed plea,“Why did you take him away from me?” Doubt creeps in, beliefs grow thin,A shadow looms where … Continue reading The Terrorist

Reena’s Xploration Challenge #378

Writing Prompts

Welcome back! PROMPT #378 I've chosen a genre today, instead of a topic or picture. CREATIVE NON-FICTION It is also known as literary non-fiction, narrative non-fiction, literary journalism or verfabula. In short, it is a true story that is well told. You may choose to protect the identity of characters by changing names and other … Continue reading Reena’s Xploration Challenge #378

Fiercely Private

The laptop screen flickered as the lights went out. She turned back to open the windows, and froze in her tracks as the reflection in the glass was not her own. Words appeared on the device screen unaided by text or voice input – “You left the attic door open and invited me in, so … Continue reading Fiercely Private

The road to power

I find him gasping for breath under the bridge. He could barely keep his head above water. “Who threw you under the bus …er bridge?” I feel almost like a monster when asking this. “Pull me out first. I’ll spill the beans.” I haven’t asked for a scoop. I recall his speech in a conference … Continue reading The road to power