FF: Full Moon Night

PC: Janet Webb

Yesterday, in the night of the full moon, when the moonlight shone through the window and lit up the whole room.

When the light of the moon and the flicker of the candle light passed through the concave magic jar; that magic yet again.

The morning reflection of the sleeping man, was that werewolf who howled in the woods last night.

This post is written for Friday Fictioneers

ABCW: A for Alchemist

I am going to use a theme for this new A to Z posts. My theme for the 21st, A to Z Challenge is Life Quotes

Quotes from ALCHEMIST

About Alchemist

PC

FF: Prick

PC: Claire Sheldon

I dated this guy, this useless-two timing-skirt chasing-slime ball for 2 years.

Today,I found out that he is sleeping with someone on my bed for the past whole month. I read a message on his phone, that she is going to come again today after I go to work.

So, I have a plan in mind, I am going to put these rusted old pins all over the bed, the pillows, make holes in his condoms, stick some pins on the toilet seat.

Either they will spend all their time in removing the pins or just get pricked.

Justice will be served!

This post is written for Friday Fictioneers

SWG: Make-Up

This week's Sunday's Whirligig's words are  clerking, willing, smock, walk, hairspray, boxes, hips, wonders, lipsticks, chores, wisp, seldom 


I always wondered about this girl who does clerking at Smit's boxes. I have seen her moving boxes, seldom talking to any staff, goes about her daily chores and leaving for the day.
Today, while walking down the "Famous street" I was surprised to see, this silent looking girl, in a very sedutive smock swaying her hips, wearing a bold red lipstick, a wisp of hair falling on her heavily made up face, and the rest of the hair,set with a strong hairspray.
I wondered to myself, would it be the same girl. So, I went and tapped her shoulder, "Can I come in?"
There was a willingness in her voice. 

I asked "Are you Neha from Smit's boxes?"
The answer came "No honey, I am Tania, her mother" she laughed

Woosh! Make up can do wonders to people

FF: Will he call?

PC: Rochelle Wisoff Fields

She stood here alone reminiscing the previous night. Her fingers went up to her slightly bruised lips, those lips curved into a sly smile.

She could still feel, him holding her hand on this path, her first and the only man whom she has been crushing on for 20 years now and suddenly, he pushed her up that wall, and started to kiss her passionately. It was just as she had read in her teenage Mills & Boon novel.

This morning, he said he will call her. She was hoping more rendezvous like last night.

Question is, Will he really call?

This post is written for Friday Ficitoneers

3WW: Good-Bye

I was at work when I wrote this post. As usual, I logged in and typed  "Three Words Wednesday" , the site that I have memorized for my Wednesday afternoons.

Picture Courtesy

I read the first line and tears welled up my eyes, I have been associated with you for only two years, but have come to love the prompts.

I wipe my tears haphazardly smudging my kohl in the process, before any of my colleagues notice that I was crying.

Good-byes are hard on me. I keep thinking, about why's and what if's

Thank you 3WW for a wonderful two year journey.

I am going to miss you.

Also, I am logging off before I start shedding more tears.

This is the last post written for Three Word Wednesday - Memorize, Goodbye and Haphazard

WPS: Failed Experiment

'Yaay! My new creation, My motor car, that will run on air power' Marin was so proud of his creation

 Pitcairn Islands, Google Maps

'Let's take a test ride' He said to himself

'Woah! Woah! Woah! Shit! I didn't factor the wind in the beach, OMG what am I going to do'

*the tiny car speeds through the stony path and halts with a thud, smoke emanates from the font of it*

'Damn, another failed experiment'

'Err, now how do I take this this back home?'

'Let me think about that later, Its time for sleep' *zzzzzz* Marin sleeps

This post is written for What Pegman Saw - Pitcairn Islands

3WW: Wise Investment

Mom "Take care of my plants OK?"

Sleepy Joe grunted "yeah..." zzzzzzzzz

Joe forgot all about the plants and the day mom was returning back, he realized that he had forgotten to water the plants.

He ran out to the balcony and say dried and decaying lifeless plants.

This was major crisis, his mom will kill him for killing her roses.

He didn't know what to do. His mom came home that evening. Before even she could ask him anything. He started to cry out of embarrassment.

Mom sighed "High time that I invested on some self watering pots"

FF: Favorite Passtime

PC: Roger Bulolt

“I hope, I get the presentation ready on time” thinks the lady in orange top

“I hope my boyfriend is not meeting that wretched woman” thinks the woman in white shrug

“I hope, my surgery next week is a success” thinks the woman in the black top

“I hope, my army son is safe” thinks the bald man

“I wish, I could read minds” I say while clicking this picture

I love to guess what people might be thinking when their quiet. I love to observe them. Its my favorite pass time.

This post is written for Friday Fictioneers

3WW: Not Acceptable

He bit her neck in the elevator

She felt violated.

How dare he touch her without her permission?

She felt molested

His anti-climax was "C'mon, I am sure you enjoyed it too"

Moral: Anyone touching anyone without consent is not acceptable.

This post is written for Three Word Wednesday - bit, violate, anticlimax