“We’ve excavated a century-old sea wall underwater. Maybe it’s the lost shoreline we’re looking for”, robot engineers recorded a note.
Tiny Tales
Stories less than 400 words!
Remote Sensing
Persuasive Patterns
As a creator, she can’t help but wonder at the repetitions in the little creative space she enjoys. Watching the year repeat its days, now the protagonist in the plot is actually an antagonist in the minds of her readers due to those recurrent emphasis of certain symbols and values ingrained in their subconscious memory.
Is it not true that even an innovation requires monotonous efforts and repeated attempts before being able to be accepted by masses as an achievement?
Author’s Note:
A few recent events made me connect the dots for this piece. I started this with one intent, but as I was typing the second sentence, it was Severus Snape who crossed my mind. How did you envisage this content? I’d like to know your thoughts.
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Inspired by Sonya’s ‘Three Line Tales #304’.
Calm in Chaos
As layers of new paint withered with age, they found each other underneath those, still fresh with the same old colors.
The intuitive wisdom that so far guided them as to when to move away and when to come closer, took a back seat today.
Unconcerned with the hurry and chaos of the outer world, the old friends relished the moment.
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In response to Sadje’s ‘What Do You See Prompt #106’.
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Photo by Gennaro Leonardi on Pixabay.
Unfinished Business
Visible to none but him, was an unfinished business easily dismissible during broad daylight. But, he failed to realize that the daybreak was only a launch to the fathomless night. As the shadows murked, his conscience lingered around with its feet planted on ground.
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Inspired by Sonya’s ‘Three Line Tales #300’.
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Photo by Tandem X Visuals via Unsplash.
The Turns
As the wheels turn, she feels both strong and weak. Riding uphill, she found the freedom that flying didn’t offer.
She wished the clock turned back, to leave those words unsaid, so that their relationship wouldn’t have taken that turn.
His solicitude followed her in all turns of their lives; Both returned back to normal, but that’s a new normal.
The last two tiny tales above can be read collectively or also be treated as individual ones.
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Inspired by Bulbul’s ‘Twenty Words Tuesday #39 – Turn’.
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Photo by David Marcu on Unsplash.
Make a Wish
While gazing at stars, he told, “Whatever you wish, it will come true”, as if he was her shooting star.
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Inspired by Bulbul’s ‘Twenty Words Tuesday #38 – Wish’.
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Yuting Gao from Pexels.
Forest Romance
Getting lost in the infinite connections with tiredness of a feeling that’s both joyful and heavy is scary to imagine. Knitted in mystery that offers me no directions, I manage to get lost in your world even if far. It feels good when, after astray, I see rays of light where I could find you waiting at a home that I feel mine.
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Inspired by Sonya’s ‘Three Line Tales #285’.
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Photo by grace wang on Unsplash.
Her Nest!
A flash of numerous pictures sequenced. Memories flooded together with sudden twitches. Burdening past, haunting bruises, and overpowering sorrow!
She built a nest inside her. Adorning it with all her jewels, overcoming the restless urges that brought forth the broken episodes of her life, she somehow got Continue reading
Gardenscape
She designed an open balcony to enjoy sunsets. But, her garden wanted to relish the scenic scape all by itself.
Have you experienced your time which is your favorite escapade from everyday chores, getting eaten away by someone else after having put all the effort in, or have you eaten up someone’s time and efforts accidentally or intentionally? The above tale is written from this perspective.
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Inspired by Bulbul’s ‘Twenty Words Tuesday #34 – Garden’.
Featured Image Source: Pinterest.
A Piece of Cake
To her, happiness is just a piece of cake, literally.
But, no one at home lets her eat one.
She was over the moon as Continue reading
Story Of Their Lives
Lakhs of people know his struggles, conflicts, and growth, but not the members of his home. They consider it fiction!
Eight months of marriage; now, a widow; she started writing her own story with remains of what the society pricked.
Lakhs of people know his struggles, conflicts, and growth, but not the members of his home. They consider it fiction!
Eight months of marriage; now, a widow; she started writing her own story with remains of what the society pricked.
It was “us”!
“I stand here looking at the graduation photo of our bachelor’s degree, wondering how the ugly you became so beautiful when posing like me”, she teased and continued on phone just hours before her post-graduation.
“All thanks to the photographer who Continue reading
Unborn
Sensing the sounds of her unborn child, instead of joy, eeriness filled her room; because she knows her unborn will always remain an unborn.
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Inspired by Sammi’s ‘Weekend Writing Prompt #210’.
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Photo by Raman Oza from Pixabay.
A Run Alone
Why do I have to run with people always?
Today, I choose to run alone in a beautiful place, to clear my head.
I now feel that I’ve got the right mindset to get into the season, just like this field that’s been tilled at the right time before the sowing starts.
Inspired by Sonya’s ‘Three Line Tales #276’.
Image by Jonathan Leppan on Unsplash.
Cloth Garland
Quarantined, we can’t get down to use the community space nor go upstairs to use the common terrace.
To feed our hungry mouths, the closest vendor supplies groceries at our doorstep once a week, reaffirming humanity at the most needed times.
In addition, thanks to her for gifting us a smile with a photo of our home captioned, “Thanks for the warm welcome with your wonderful cloth garland!”.
Inspired by Sonya’s ‘Three Line Tales #275’.
Image by Cristina Gottardi on Unsplash
Again and Again
Mockingbird
To those who’ve forgotten their lips curve up, he serves as an immovable charm.
By simply transferring his lovely smile, he inspires them to keep a step ahead and lift their flights.
People love finding comfort in his eyes, for he’s a mockingbird who sings the music of life with innocent vibes.
Inspired by Sonya’s ‘Three Line Tales #270’.
Colors of the Dark
My sky seems dark.
Is it because of the missing star, or the overwhelming mix of all colors it splashed?
A simple perception is the Continue reading
Mirage
I sit under a barren tree as rays of the sun start diminishing.
I hear a voice that’s more of an order, “Leave; it’s time for demons to rise.”
Astonished if it’s a miracle or a mystery, I rub my eyes only to see again with the same confusion – a mirage… Me in front of me.
Inspired by Sonya’s ‘Three Line Tales #265’.
Crazy Nerds 