FF: Border

PC: Madison Woods

We are countries at war

I & you, have a family afar

We stand here on the two sides of this border fence

The situation around so tense

I & you, share a cup of tea

Some smiles, a little time free

I wish, the world would live peacefully

So, our families can sleep blissfully

This post is written for Friday Ficitoneers

3WW: Everyone Loves

This age when compassion is scarce

A bit of something upsetting is enough to send people in rage

That is when I pacify myself saying "Everyone loves everyone, they just don't know it yet"

I wanted to write a small poem. Incidentally, my three word became a three sentence poem

This post is written for Three Word Wednesday 476

FFAR: Fan

Baby Mouse to Mommy Mouse: What is that mom?

Mom: Remember, this house we went to eat cheese? The house with a nice old lady who keeps milk on the floor, for your friend Pixie the pup?

Baby: Yeah

Mom: Remember that thing on the ceiling and on the table? Human’s call it fan.

*baby looks up at the windmill*

Mom: And this, my baby, is a big fan for all of us animals and trees and the farm. Aren’t some humans nice

Baby: I wish to be a human Mom

Mom: I wish too, Honey

The baby then grew up to become the star of the movie Ratatouille.

This post is a bit silly but that is the mood I'm in today and it is written for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers - 62nd challenge

FFAR: Judgement

You saw us from far. You saw us talking animatedly. You saw me fall on her feet, at her heels.

You assumed we were fighting, you assumed that I fell on her feet to say sorry.

Do you know that this is my wife and she met with an accident and almost was paralyzed from legs down. She has struggled. Today, is the first dance after her accident and first time she wears heels. I bent down to assure myself that her ankle doesn’t hurt anymore

You have seen me, but you don’t know me. Don’t judge me until you know me

This post is written for Flash Fiction for Aspiring writers

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FF: Hidden Talents

PC: Kent Bonham

He was a lonely boy. He was a dreamer. He dreamt of places, of castles, of dragons. He could never show his dreams to anyone, since he felt he wasn’t good at writing or drawing.

One evening, while he sat alone on a stone at the edge of the lake, with a book and a pen, staring far at the green lands and the sky beyond. He thoughtlessly doodled on that notebook, without realizing what he was drawing.

After an hour, when he looked down to close the book, he realized that he drew his dream.

Talents are always hidden

This post is written for Friday Fictioneers

3WW: HE is there

PC: indiandramaqueen.blogspor.com

At that weak suicidal moment of feeling lonely
When the only emotion she felt was melancholy

In front of her God she sat alone
With tears in her eyes and a silent moan

A sudden nimble, caught her attention
The opaque curtains moved and a deep voice came, full of affection

"Child, I am there and I care. Leave your troubles with me. Go home. Someone is waiting for you there"

This post is written for Three Word Wednesday - 475

FF: I Lay Here Alone

PC: J Hardy Carroll

I lay here alone, watching and waiting for the man who killed me.

Every day I wait at this window in this abandoned building.

Every night I leave and walk around this building with a candle in my hand to search for him, the only sound is my anklet’s ting and my crying.

I am not visible on mirrors anymore. No one can see me, but they can hear me.

People come for researches here.

What I see on their faces is fear

They write stories on this building. This place is now featured in the “Most Haunted Buildings”

This post is written for Friday Ficitoneers

Mag: Clueless Teen

They say in story books that, the princess kissed a frog and he turned into the prince.

I was hoping to find my prince too, so  I kissed every animal and bird I found in my back yard.

I kissed this crow, and Poof she transformed into a clueless teen.

My Bad!

This post is written for Magpie Tales - Mag 311