3WW: My Pink Dress

The old saying "What you see is what you believe" doesn't hold true anymore.

Now 'What you see, what you read may also not be true"

Well, I order this super cute dress online. It had a fancy, elaborate description of how soft the silk is, how delicate the laces are and the pictures too looked so mesmerizing. I was in love with the dress in the picture and ordered it for my birthday.

And when you order anything online, the wait for it to be delivered to you id the worst.

The dress came a day before my bithday, I was as excited as a kid in the candu shop.

I open it....and my heart breaks

What I saw was a pretty baby pink silk dress with a lace bodice. But, what I got was a blotchy old looking filthy pink dress.

I still have tears in my eyes thinking about it, so much hopes were shattered. 

This post was written for Three Word Wednesday

FF: Note-able Love Story

PC: Shaktiki Sharma

She took a bus every evening from this secluded bus-stop. She was sad that night and wrote a “I wish I could smile” and kept it on this bus stop. The bus came and she forgot about that note.

Next evening there was another note pinned to her note “I hope that you did smile”

She smiled and wrote ‘This note did”

Next day she eagerly waited for the evening to reach the stop, and find the note “Glad I could make you smile”

And here started a “notable love story” of Anna and Ronny.

This post is written for Friday Fictioneers

ABCW: 16 Year End Confessions

Since its the 2016 end. I want to make a sixteen confessions about me

Confession 1: I'm typing, they are typing, I stop typing because I want to know what they are typing

Confession 2: Many times I answer the phone when I am half asleep, and then forget what and to whom I spoke to

Confession 3: I daydream randomly and then realize I'm staring at someone by mistake.

Confession 4: I put things in a safe place and then forget where the safe place is!

Confession 5: When my Internet is down, I forget that the rest of my computer still works.

Confession 6: I keep having those deja vu Moments..... "I swear I have seen this before!"

Confession 7: I feel bad when I walk on the floor a janitor is cleaning.

Confession 8: When I am angry I say things I don't mean at all.

Confession 9: Many times I take a nap and waking up confused about the day and time.

Confession 10: When I'm bored, I eat :| When I'm happy, I eat :) When I'm sad, I eat.

Confession 11: I find a song that describes my mood and put it in repeat mode

Confession 12: When a melodramatic song plays in the car, I stare outside the window trying to imitate the video

Confession 13: Sometimes when I check the profiles of the men I dated I think to myself "Did I really date that...I mean what was I thinking?"

Confession 14: I love milk powder

Confession 15: I panic when the house is dirty

Confession 16: I prefer being at home with a good book or a movie with a hot chocolate, than dressing up and going out to party

Happy New Year to all my readers.

WPS: Gullfoss Falls

We parked our car at the bottom of the hill. The climate was a bit dull, it was cloudy and looked as if it might rain.

Far away, we could hear the gush of the waterfall. Well, from the time I was a little kid, I have thing for waterfalls, I wanted to be that bird or the fish that takes a dive from the top to the bottom of the falls. I have forever been curious of where the falls might be originating.

Here, we had stair and an access to see the falls. Luckily, it had been raining for the past whole week, and we were sure that there would be water in the falls, instead of that almost drying tiny stream.

We ran as fast as our feet could take us up the stairs, we got tired. Then slowly emerged that magnificent Gulllfoss falls.

PC: Google street view

This post is written for What Pegman Saw - Gullfoss Falls

SWG: Flying Away

THIS WEEK'S WORDS come from "Christmas Away from Home" by Jane Kenyon: sleeves, swish, streams, candles, city, cars, painted, passing, pines, wildest, white, water 

The cars are passing on the wet street

And splashed the water on the sides

The city is painted with colors of red and white

And the snow has settled on the pines, like glowing light

Streams of people walk to the church for the prayer tonight

In their homes, Stockings hanging and the candles lit bright

Not in their wildest dreams, would they have thought that an old man in red and white sleeve would come with a red nosed reindeer swishing on the sky

With a bell in his hand, a smile on his face, HoHoHo on his lips, says Mr. Santa Claus Bye bye

This post is written for Sunday Swirligig

FF: Bypassed Route 45

PC: Roger Bultot

Long long ago, so long ago, that I don’t remember how long ago. I, a retired army man started this shop on Route 45.

 In those days, there were so many vehicles coming in. The business was booming,

Then this route was by-passed. This tiny town slowly started vanishing. Those festive lights, slowly started to dimish.

Now the only light that falls on the street is the neons of my almost bankrupt shop and the traffic light.

Hope this year atleast, Santa brings us customers

This post is written for Friday Fictioneers

ABCW: X

X did X and got X

Use your mind and replace the X

I like what you are thinking  

😉😉😉😉😉😉😉

This post is written for ABC Wednesday - X

SWG: Just before the end

THIS WEEK'S WORDS come from "A Christmas Poem" by Conrad Hilberry:mouth, mother, mutter, sticky, slip, straw, faces, father, figs, wasting, ways, warp 

PC: agoramedia

I felt something sticky,  in my mouth. It felt like rotten figs.

The look on my parents faces were a mix of pity and love

My mother muttered to my father something that should not have been audible to me.

"My baby, is wasting his life in the worst ways possible. I hate to see him slip by. I could not see the way the car was warped around my child. Why did he have to drink so much, that too when he had promised me that he will give up"

That was the final straw, before I embraced Mr. Reaper

This post is written for Sunday Swirligig: 90

FF: Animals Love

PC: Rochelle Wisoff Feilds

"Mommy, I see warmth in that window"

"Don't look there baby, we are animals, we are meant to be out"

"Mommy, if they can't take care of us, why do they have us? We have such a short life and half the time is spent waiting for them to notice us and give some love”

“Child, the word compassion is getting lesser everyday as the world is growing closer with technology. We don’t know technology. But we know love”

“I love you Mommy”

They can't speak for themselves they need you. Make their Christmas a merry and a warm one too

This post is written for Friday Fictioneers

ABCW-Wind

PC:weknowyourdream

I hate you Wind

How jealous I am when you play with his hair

How envious I feel when you can forever be there

How sad I feel, when you can touch him and I cannot

If you want me to love you again, 

Transport my love in your heart and make him feel the warmth of my love 

Tell him that his wife misses him.

This post is written for ABC Wednesday - W

#mynyelook Masquerade

I am standing here in front of my open closet with so many clothes hanging and typically I have this statement lingering on my mind "I have nothing to wear"

Then I make a check list in my head,

Hows the weather on New Year's eve?

Chilly

So a little heavy jacket should do

Which place am I going to?

A masquerade party

So beautiful elegant dress, preferably black, since I am going to have this shiny mask on me

Am I going to dance?

Yes sir, I so am going to dance into the new year

So, simple non-fussy but sexy looking shoes.

Since, I already have a black dress, I can combine them with a knee-length silver gladiator

What bag should I carry?

I need some money, my credit cards and my phone

So a pretty black silver clutch would do

I will do a light shimmer eye shadow, kohl and do a winged eyeliner for that sexy effect and top my look with a cherry red semi-glossy lipstick.

Taa Daaa....I am ready to ring the New Year in....

This post is written for Stalk Buy Love
XOXO

FF: Leaving on an airplane

PHOTO PTOMPT © Lucy Fridkin

I'm in the flight. I am in no mood to hear any announcement. I don’t want to smile at the friendly air-hostess. I solemnly look outside the tiny oval shaped window. I see the airplane speeding on the runway. My heart is racing at the speed of this plane. With a tiny jerk, I can feel the plane take off the ground. The tears in my eyes couldn’t stop no more, slowly they started flowing down my cheek, clouding my vision.

It was that heartbreaking moment of first time leaving my parents’ house, my city, my friends and moving to a new place forever.

This post is written for Friday Fictioneers

ABCW: Understand

I don't understand the world

I don't understand perceptions about people of different countries

I don't understand why people fight

I don't understand why people get divided in the name of race, color, caste, creed, sex, choices

I don't understand why there is so much hate

I don't understand politics

I don't understand crimes

But, what I do understand is,

That someone in some country can make me smile with their blog

That someone in some part of the world can make be cry with their blog

That I am friends with people in this virtual world 

When I am low, someone somewhere prays for me

That I am not alone

That there is a lot of bad in this world..but, there is even more love
I understand, there is more love than hate in the world

This post is written for ABC Wednesday, PC: understandmag.com

3WW: Math

  A math relationship

  

   A Harebrained  Girl 

+ A Lackadaisical boy

___________________ 

= An Idiotic Product

This post is written for Three word Wednesday 506

FF: Quaint Cafe

PC: Björn Rudberg

In that quaint little café

He played there from the time he was twenty

Fans he gathered were in plenty

So many movie background music offers her had

He rejected all, that crazy lad

He played only in that café, not many knew why

He had his eyes for this girl, pretty and shy

One evening she came with a man

He tried to keep a brave face as much as he can

He cried that night on the table where she sat

On his shoulder there was a pat

She stood there with a smile on her face

His heart started to race

He met his forever there

That is why he played only in that café 

This post is written for Friday Fictioneers

ABCW: Second Summer Together

Salty Breeze

And swaying trees

Lazy Waves

And holidays

Sun kissed sand

Turquoise waters away from the land

I sit here, wearing my new bikini

We hold hands and sip martini

Two years ago, in the warm summer air

We started this beautiful affair

Thank you, for all this love and care

To you my heart and soul I bare

Sweetheart, I want to wish us a Happy Anniversary

May we be blessed till eternity

We, Mr & Mrs DAsh are going to celebrate our second wedding anniversary on December 10th

I want to dedicate this little poem to him.

This is us

This post is written for ABC Wednesday - S

SWG: That Clown's Life

THIS WEEK'S WORDS come from "A Village Cat" by Anne Porter: living, under, decorated, daubs, smudges, streaks, clown, carnival, gaze, wonder, back, eyes 

PC: Flickr

Streaks of light streamed from the windows and slowly filled the room. She gazed at the light with her tear stained eyes. The bruises on her back, the lashes from last night, sadly reflected from the broken mirror in the room. 

The daubs of make-up were now smudged on her swollen face. 

She slowly stood under the shower, washing off the dried blood stains and the pain. 

She, the clown, of the famous carnival, decorated herself in happy colors, made everyone smile.

Would anyone have wondered,  what pain the clown was living behind that happy smile?

This post is written fort Sunday Swirilgig 85

FF: Painted Roof

He has been her pen pal for many years now. Something that is new in this digital age. In his previous letter, he had written that he would be visiting her town in December. She was very excited. She was totally in love with him, and refused to marry anyone else. He too loved her a lot and was very anxious to meet her in person.

PC: Sandra Crook

He had sent a telegram to her “How would I recognize your house?”

She replied with trembling fingers “It stands with your favorite colors painted on the roof”

He walked with flowers. She baked cookies for him.

Finally after 55 years, two 70 year olds, friends meet, to share that last cookie and their treasured kiss.

This post is written for Friday Fictioneers

ABCW: Rhyme

PC: dailydropcap.com

I love words that rhyme

It used to be my favorite pastime

Now, I attempt a poem every time

I see to it that the words rhyme

Daddy says, never to use the cell phone before bedtime

I close my eyes, and listen to the wind chime

In my head, I imagine somewhere happening some crime

Daddy, says "Mr princess, rise and shine"

I wake up late and race against time

The clock has already struck nine

I am going to be killed by my history professor, Mr. Trine

Its a beautiful spring time

I admire my little plant, the thyme

In my green tea, I squeeze some lime

I think to myself, how beautiful it that so many words rhyme

This post is written for ABC Wednesday - R

ABCW: Questions

1. What is the last picture you took on your phone?

A. I took the picture of fireworks

2. What is the last lie you told?

PC: seanheritage.com

A. Err...hey kids..I am out of treats.

3. If you could be someone else for a day who would it be?

A. A kindergarten kid

4. What question do you hate to answer?

A. My wage

5. How do you start a conversation with a stranger?

A. With a smile

6. Who would you use a brain-washing machine on?

A. Myself. I want to start afresh sometime.

7. What instantly cheers you up?

A. A genuine compliment

8. What is harder, to tell someone that you love them or to tell someone you don't

A. To tell someone you don't. I hate the look on their face.

9. Would you give CPR to a dying homeless person?

A. Yes.

10. You can have one of the two things: Trust / Love. Which would you choose

A. Love. I think love eventually builds trust

FFAW: Black Bride's Curse

PC: Joy Pixley

“Bridge of the lost bride” is the name of this bridge. It’s famous for brides going missing from here on full moon and no moon nights. Though, except for the elders, no one in the town believed that anymore.

SPLASH, is all what was heard that night. The people passing by, paid no heed to the splashing water or the gasps. They thought, maybe it was just the kids trying to act all spooky on the Halloween. Next morning, the police found a pretty teen, wearing a bride’s Halloween gown, lying on the rocks below the bridge.

It was Vicky who laughed and made fun about this cursed bridge. Only, that night did she realize that the myth was indeed true, when she sat to count her treats and the hand of black bride pulled her down and everything then turned dark, the black bride had struck again.

This post is written for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers

FF: Halloweens can be emotional too

“Mom…Mom….” *the pitch rises* “Mooom” screams Riley from the garage like room

“Yes, Riley?”

“I need a Holowine costume. Everyone in school is talking about it”

PC: Claire Fuller

“Its Haloween and honey, you know we don’t have that kind of money”
“But, we have all this trinkets, these twine and sea things, make something for me”

Mom resigned to Riley’s innocence

“OK, I will make a mermaid costume for you”

“Yay, Now I will feel a part of my friends and not lonely as usual”

“Are you lonely?” asks mom

“I have no friends; they say I’m not one of them”

That evening a mother hugged her child with tears in her eyes in the dim light of the refugee camp

This post is written for Friday Fictioneers

ABCW: Optimism

"Morning" or "Good Morning" is your choice

In this moment, be sad or rejoice

Be Optimistic, and never give up

Life isn't always happy, so when you fall get up

Dust yourself and smile wide

Believe you can, you sure are on the right side

Optimism, doesn't mean being happy everyday

It means, there is something small to be happy about each day

Let the world, throw things at you, trying to pull you down

You my friend, imagine wearing an invisible crown

Look them in the eye and day "Sweet world, nothing is going to pull me down"

Forget all the reasons, why it won't work. Think of that one reason why it will

Be Happy, find a reason to smile everyday

Be Optimistic

;

PC: sciencewellness

3WW: Love at first sight

PC: dog.net

The woods with tall trees overlooked my backyard

That area of the house, we as kids were barred

One day while I was alone at home

I heard a beautiful rhythm that soon filled every room

I followed the sound, and felt it coming from the dark woods

I went as close as I could

Suddenly, I heard a raspy voice sing

It was hoarse but beautiful to my hearing

I was mesmerized, and I walked to the forbidden zone

There my singer sat, on the bank of the river, with tears in her eyes

In  moonlight, her radiance shone

I wanted to call out to her, but my voice seems lost

She felt a someone watching her and made a sudden pause

Our eyes met, she was frightened and I was at awe

She turned back and ran into the woods, while I stood there rooted at my spot

Twenty years past to that night

That was when I started to believe in "Love at first sight"

This post is written for Three Word Wednesday

FF: Honey, I shrunk my honey

PC: Rochelle-Wisoff Fields

*plip* chimed the phone at 10.01am

“Hey Honey, I am the the grocery store. Need to buy some stuff. Be home soon. Love you”

*plip* chimed the phone again a little too soon at 10.02am

“Hey Honey, just wanted to tell you, your shrink ray machine is sounding weird. You might to check it out after work”

Jon came back home after work that evening

“Rita, I am home”

No sound. He tried to call her. And all he could hear is a tiny bell sound.

He waited for her all eve and started to worry as the night set.

Then he saw the shrunk, shopping cart on the dining table

This post is written for Friday Fictioneers

ABCW: Mom

That's my mom and baby me

You bore all that pain, with seriously nothing to gain

You got a brat like me, even then you stood like a pillar with me

For all that little, big and so many things that you do, I should say a thousand Thank You

For all the times I have screamed and made you cry, I am sorry, I really am

For the times that I have forgotten, for the times I have been busy with my friends

For the times you have stayed awake for me all night

For the times I havent picked up your call

For the times I havent been nice to you at all

After years, those are the times I hate myself most of all

You were there when I needed you

You stopped and listened when I spoke to you

You taught me compassion, and the power of education

You taught me the value of money

You are my first love

You are m queen

You mean a lot to me

Sometimes I may not say

Sometimes some words are unspoken

All I need to say to you Mom

"I Love you, I really do"

FF: Am I in love yet?

PC: Roger Bultot

I knew I loved her. But, I wasn’t sure if I was “in love” with her. I wanted someone to validate it for me. I know I sound really shallow but that’s how it is.

Here I am, standing in this grand ballroom of this ancient house with so many people here to witness our wedding. I am on the verge of a nervous breakdown, I want someone to tell me that I love her.

Then I look up, I see her coming down the spiral stairs, looking like a regal angel in white. The radiance on her face is mesmerizing.

I see twinkly fireworks in my head. It’s I guess God’s way of making me fall “in love” with her finally.

This post is written for Friday Fictioneers

ABCW: K with a Twist

PC: aliexpress

Dear Reader,

Say the below words real fast as many times as you can, and comment down where you had to stop and why.

A knapsack strap. A knapsack strap. A knapsack strap.

Go on. Try it!

All the best

This post is written for ABC Wednesday - K

SWG: Stevey

THIS WEEK'S WORDS come from "The Mermaids" by Marianne Boruch: spell, concept, offering, badass, whale, dolphin, murderous, whimsy, core, singing, expanse, steely 

Stevey, was a nice orphan in a small town. But, he was born with  steely eyes and murderous gaze. Everyone made fun of him. This  hurt him to the core. One day he decided "No more nice guy", from that day on he turned a badass, this town loathed.

PC: hercampus/Songofthesea

One evening, Stevey was sitting alone gazing at the vast expanse of the ocean. He sat there spell bound at the blues of the ocean and the orange of the sky.

The dancing waves, gave him an abstract concept. He wanted to do something whimsy for the sea, like an offering from him. He wanted to thank the sea for accepting him the way he is and not making fun of him.

He bent down and started singing the song that his mother taught him. The music, the tone, the voice was mesmerizing. The whales, dolphins and sea creatures came to listen to him. His singing, became famous in the town, people from far far away came to hear him sing.

One day, a miracle happened, the most beautiful, the most rumored mermaid came out if the ocean to offer her love to this man who had made her and her sea creatures happy.

From that day on, bad guy Stevey became the best singer Steve and the husband of the prettiest woman the land or water has ever seen

This post is written for Sunday Whirligig - 77

FF: Mom's Organic Love

PC: Shaktiki Sharma

She was all of 90, with wrinkly face, frail looking limbs but full of energy and a radiant smile on her face.

She had two grinding stones in her tiny yard. One was for grinding medicines and other was solely reserved for Wednesdays.

Her son came from the city every Wednesday, she diligently sat down every Wednesday mornings to grind aromatic masalas for him to take back.

Son “Ma, why cant you rest? These stones are too heavy, and we get masalas in the organic store”

Her: “What's Organic?”

Son: “No pesticides, fresh things”

With a chuckle she said “ha, then I have been making organic all my life”

This post is written for Friday Fictioneers 

SWG: Wise Pixie

THIS WEEK'S WORDS come from "The Ancestors Explain How Envy Grew" by Afaa Michael Weaver: hush, crying, missing, cheese, chocolate, ending, jagged, rubbing, proper, alphabet, wealth, neighbors 

Little Meera was standing on the pavement of her old house staring at the neighbors dining room window.

PC: 99host

Slowly tears started clouding her vision. She doesn’t remember when she started crying standing there in her tattered clothes. Her mother was clearing the last remains of her old house that has been sold a few weeks back to pay off her father’s gambling debts.

Seeing Meera sob, her mother came to her and hushed her with soothing words of a better life, beautiful countryside.

Little Meera, missed her old home. She missed the wine and cheese, she missed the chocolate pudding,. Her mother and her had not had a proper meal since they moved out of old house.

Meera, sat silently on the stone of the man-pond at the end of her garden, wishing and praying all to be back to normal.She started drawing alphabets on the water, she hated her tear-stained reflection on the water. Suddenly something from inside the water jagged her fingers, a tiny pain shot up her arms. Meera got up that rock and started rubbing her hurt fingers and saw a small pixie came out of the water and sat on the same rock that she was sitting a while back. The little pixie in shimmery green dress smiled at her and said “Your wealth is you. This isn’t the ending. Smile and I will always be with you”

This post is written for Sunday Whirligig 76

FF: Signs

PC: Vijaya Sundaram

He says pointing at the window on the left: “The day I come, you will see scenes in red, the color of our love, from that window of your bedroom”

Her: “I think I will push my bed to that window then”

These were the last words spoken between them. No phone calls, no messages, no letters no contact with each other.

He was her only family and he was gone.

She waited every day, every night beside that window. And after 10 years, at the stroke of midnight there was a blast of red fireworks.

Her door bell rang. And there he stood in his army uniform.

This post is written for Friday Fictioneers - Sept 2nd

ABCW: Hen Party

That night was so much fun
Five days before the deed was done.

I was in my tiara and sash and my girls in flower crowns
The last thing we did before the ring

PC:mousenbean.com

I was getting married and was so nervous for the day
We drank to calm our nerves, that was safe to say

That hot guy came in dressed as a cop
And more hot men followed him to the stage top

We raised our glasses, we played our games
We hooted at the strippers and called out names

When the night was done
Some puked, some crashed in our den

Our Hen Party antics, dares and boys
Will stay with us for the rest of our lives

Shhhhh!!!!!!

This post is written for ABC Wednesday - H

FF: My Photographer Dad

PC: Georgia Koch

My Dad is my Facebook friend. He is an amazing photographer and when he was younger he used to go with his camera and his bag loaded with camera rolls and click pictures. If he had a DSLR then, he would have got the Pulitzer award for so many perfect timing pictures.

This boat was one of the pictures that my Dad had clicked in the late 80’s near a village in India. Today, evening I clicked this picture on my cell phone, added a few Prisma filters and made this.

Not bad huh!

 This post is written for Friday Fictioneers

ABCW: Good Words

This week I wanted to writre something nice. So I thought about all the positive words that I know  and so many of them started with G. So here it is a compliation of a few nice words

PC: dailydropcap

Good person looks Gorgeous

Glows from the inside, and is Genuine and nice

Generous and Giving always

Gifts or Guidance he is always Glad to Give

Goes and extra mile for everyone

Grandeur life he might have but he is always Grounded

Grateful he is always to God and shows his Gratitude to everyone

Good person, lives in every human 

This post is written for ABCW - G

FFAW: Cursed Watch

In 1212, Adem met Eva in Egypt, they fell in love, she gifted him this watch and when the watch struck 2am, their royal killed them both.

In 1512, Rojeo met Julia in Italy they fell in love, she gifted him this watch, and when the watch struck 2am, their mafia brothers killed them both.

In 1712, Ranjha met Heer in India they fell in love, she gifted him this watch, and when the watch struck 2am, their influential fathers killed them both.

In 1912, Jackie met Rosey on Titanic they fell in love, she gifted him this watch, and when the watch struck 2am, the ship hit the iceberg and sank.

This watch was lying deep inside the ocean until deep diver Shirin found the watch in Maldives and decided to gift it to her love Farhad.

This post is written for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers

SWG: Heart-Attack

THIS WEEK'S WORDS come from "The Graves" by Joanna Klink: flicker, anchor, water, minor, blur, tender, clear, laughter, unwinding, hovering, rushing, leaning

I am a sailor. My name is Bob. This is my experience.

PC:dooryourcinema

We were sailing on our ship "The Mermaid".
One fine morning, when we removed the anchor  from the sea, suddenly the clear water turned red. It looked like the red color was rushing from within the sea and the color of the anchor was red, it looked like blood, but we assumed it might have been the paint.

That night we hit the mid sea, by around 2 am. I was at the deck unwinding the rope from the bwoy, just then a saw a flicker  of light, then I heard a shrill laughter. I tried leaning over the railing to see if any of my mates were playing a prank. But, few of my mates came up and said that they heard the laughter too.

Suddenly, a blur smoke emerged out of the blood colored anchor, it became huge and started hovering over our ship.

That is the day that I got my first minor heart-attack.

This post is written for Sunday Whirligig - 73

FF: Goosebumps

PC: janet webb

I was walking along the bank of this pretty river on a nice morning. 

I was here looking for a beautiful stone to take back home. Then my foot got stuck on something scratchy. I looked down to see this may holed thing stuck to me foot.

I hate anything that looks like this. It gives me Goosebumps. For some reason, I feel there might be worms coming out of that hideous 

thing anytime now.

Even while writing about it, I can feel goosebumps all over my hand.

This post is written for Friday Fictioneers

3WW: Before she fainted

He wanted her to die. That sadistic bastard, this was his 10th girlfriend. He slit the sensitive vein on her throat with a fine army knife. The blood spurted from the slit. There was shock in her eyes and mirth in his. She sat on the floor holding her bleeding throat, life floating in front of her eyes. Slowly, she closed her eyes with her palms tightly holding the slit wound.

PC: pintrest

With a smile on his face and a humm on his lip, he came to her and said "Good bye, my dead bird" and he scoured her blood on the floor and opened the main door, started his car and drove off.

She opened her eyes, she was in pain but not dead yet as he assumed. She limped her way out. A few college kids saw her bleeding and called the cops & the ambulance. She was tentative of what was going on around her. Her vision was blurring, amidst the crowd she saw a familiar mean smile.

She tried to say something, but her voice cord was slit, and she fainted.

This post is written for Three Word Wednesday - 493

ABCW: F word

I am a four letter F word

I am always wet
I am used regularly all around the world
I am that little F word

I come in different shapes and sizes
I am called different names
I am made in different ways
I am that little F word

I love what you are thinking
I love that crooked smile while you are reading
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This post is written for ABC Wednesday - F

FFAW: Scars of my Heart

PC: TJ Paris

This is my home

This is where I saw his face

     This is where I fell in love

          This is where he held my hand

               This is where he promised forever

                    This is where I bared my soul

                         This is where I began to care

                              This is where we kissed first

                         This is where we made love

                    This is where it all ended

                This is where I was left alone

            These were once, bare off-white walls

    Now, bear the scars of my heart

This is where I want to be

This is my heart

This post is written for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers