Sunday 30 August 2015
Saturday 29 August 2015
Waterflow
sprinting flow
thru forest gorges
satiates Nature
Written for : carpe-diem-807-waterfall-reprise
thru forest gorges
satiates Nature
twin waterfalls
from her almond eyes
his heart melts
Wednesday 26 August 2015
poaching
Tuesday 25 August 2015
seen unseen
"I can see the well-worn
out boots, but can't feel or touch them. Is this a
sort of mirage?"
"Well, it's a long
story", the farmer taking deep breaths. He had narrated
the tale umpteen times to gazillion strangers but each time it sent
his
heartbeats pulsating.
The excitement was palpable for the journalist.
Joe was walking along the curve of the road when a car
negotiating the bend, lost control. Joe's feet were
crushed under the impact and he was hospitalized.
Till today the vehicles mysteriously slow down near the bend of
the
country side road as if paying respects to the departed soul. He
stands guard,
his boots seen as a grim reminder to avert any future
collisions .
The journalist couldn't believe his eyes when the photo clicked on
his
cell-phone camera revealed only the bend of the
road.
“Joe despised publicity", said the farmer, reading the
journalist's mind.
“The weathered foot-wear has seen forty summers", the
journalist gasped.
Thank you Priceless Joy for hosting Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers and
Dawn M.Miller for this week's colourful photo prompt.
word count : 160
Sunday 23 August 2015
Detective
The Grammar Ghoul Press has asked writers this week, in exactly 39 words, to write a story
or poem using
Trenchant:or poem using
1 : keen, sharp
Trace:
Trace:
a path, trail, or road made by the passage of animals, people; also : footprint
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The
downpour had washed away clues that ordinary mortals
could
perceive.
But
Nature has a way of preserving the inevitable,
a
trace.
Feluda's trenchant pupils scanned the wet ground.
Confession spouted from gardener's limp.
Buried
weapon unearthed the murderer.
Note : Know more about Feluda HERE
Saturday 22 August 2015
Extinct
PHOTO PROMPT – © C.E.Ayr
“It’s so succulent ", biting into every morsel of the
crustacean.
“……….and a prized
delicacy for its rarity".
"Hope it will
not be confined to just being a member of the zodiac constellation”.
“Look there
", pointing to the oil painting on the Michelin restaurant wall.
"This water spouting Piscean mammal actually swam across the oceans".
"The last of
the species was hunted for its meat and oil three decades ago".
From being abundant to endangered. Finally, extinct species.
Sigh. A colossal loss.
A wave of stoic
silence hit the partying group.
The birthday boy
stared at his succulent piece.
Written for : Friday Fictioneers
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Friday 21 August 2015
I would never forgive....
Wordy Wednesday #3- August 2015 #SentencePrompt
this Week: Sentence Prompt I would never forgive her for what she’d done.
Ahalya waits for Lord Rama's feet to touch her stone body.
Seeing both of them locked in a passionate embrace, he storms
out of the
thatched hut searing with rage.
thatched hut searing with rage.
The shimmering
water starts to flow backwards, the monkeys chatter
wildly and the petals huddle closely embracing their fragrance.
wildly and the petals huddle closely embracing their fragrance.
The celestial beings hide behind the clouds to watch the
earthly
catastrophe.
catastrophe.
"I will
never forgive her for what she'd done", and a curse escapes his
volcanic throat.
volcanic throat.
Gathering his
angvastram and having satiated his lust he beats a hasty
retreat leaving her at the mercy of her old husband.
retreat leaving her at the mercy of her old husband.
Ahalya waits for Lord Rama's feet to touch her stone body.
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Wednesday 19 August 2015
Saturday 15 August 2015
Shooed off
Their rendezvous on the bright maroon and white wall failed to perk up her mood.
The aroma of freshly baked pizza made her aware of her gnawing hunger
pangs.
The buzz of youngsters inside cordoned them off making them aware that
their species was not welcomed.
She cajoled him to enter the spacious joint.
Wanting to impress his lady-love, he made a brave attempt.
A pair of gloved hands shooed them off.
They scampered and their maiden date nipped in the bud.
"I will open a pizza joint exclusively for moths", said
he, pacifying his green partner.
“Amen”, said she.
Written for : Friday Fictioneers
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Friday 14 August 2015
Friday 7 August 2015
writer
PHOTO PROMPT -© Madison Woods
The humid Mumbai air wrapped
warmth around her as she sat huddled.
The waves lapped against the
tetrapods insinuating of some company.
The eerie silence compounded
with the luminous moon peeping slyly
through the stirring branches seemed more
ghoulish. Thoughts flowed
seamlessly in the quietude and translated into the
nib moving furiously
on paper.
She preferred words on her
screen.
The door creaked and faint
light invaded her dark bedroom.
Standing in the doorway was her
mother, "Ananya, off to bed. Only ghosts
write at night".
"Ï am ‘ghost’ writing
for my papa".
An invisible loving hand caressed her head.
Written for : Friday Fictioneers
Wednesday 5 August 2015
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