Tuesday, July 25, 2017
Monday, July 24, 2017
SWG: Run Away
THIS WEEK'S WORDS come from "The Pleasures of Hating" by Laure-Anne Bosselaar: hate, bliss, rapture, wig, lips, sandals, loathe, dents, draw, relapse, broccoli, delight
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He cringed at the vulgar drawings on the dented walls of the room. The relapse of the abuse memory came rushing back every time he saw these walls.
The only delight amidst all these was Broccoli, the vegetable everyone hated but he loved. The florets brought the rapture of his mother's garden.
If only, he didn't run away that night; away from that broccoli soup.
This post is written for Sunday Whirlgig
Tuesday, July 18, 2017
ABCW: Bhagwat Gita
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
Wednesday, July 12, 2017
FF: Full Moon Night
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| 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.
The morning reflection of the sleeping man, was that werewolf who howled in the woods last night.
This post is written for Friday Fictioneers
Tuesday, July 11, 2017
Wednesday, July 5, 2017
FF: Prick
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| 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
Sunday, July 2, 2017
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
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
Wednesday, June 28, 2017
FF: Will he call?
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| 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.
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
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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
Tuesday, June 27, 2017
WPS: Failed Experiment
'Yaay! My new creation, My motor car, that will run on air power' Marin was so proud of his creation
'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
| Pitcairn Islands, Google Maps |
'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
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