The head, getting full, ached as it compromised the vacancy in the heart bearing the latter’s burden in spite of constantly fearing if it was developing claustrophobia within, as the doors of escape from agitated thoughts were always locked.
In response to Sadje’s ‘What Do You See Prompt #123’.
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.
Inspired by Sonya’s ‘Three Line Tales #304’.
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.
Inspired by Sonya’s ‘Three Line Tales #300’.
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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.
Inspired by Bulbul’s ‘Twenty Words Tuesday #39 – Turn’.
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As each day ends, I wish I could dive into my chaos energetically rather than drowning pathetically and then watch the movement of water that overpowers me transferring a portion of its energy as our sweet little deal followed by taking a stand against the welcoming winds under the bed of stars preferably boarding over a gently swaying boat that sails over an ambient oceanscape as a lonesome point that is lost in this vast universe born only to find all beauty in the vanishing ripples that reflect the milky white planetoid pumpkin which has mood swings that do not match with mine and afterwards slowly slip into the arms of sleep right in the shimmering open arbour that remains unbarred while listening to the magical stories of umpteen galaxies that hang over and the mellifluous voice of surrounding waves that kiss me good night one by one until that philander with bright dancing rays barges in on my pleasant utopian or sometimes wild dreams forcing me to open my eyes after bulldozing all fantasies written and directed by Nox.
Word Count: 180
Sentence: 1
The writing above is an example of the usage of the literary device ‘Polysyndeton’. Nox is the Roman goddess of the night.
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While gazing at stars, he told, “Whatever you wish, it will come true”, as if he was her shooting star.
Inspired by Bulbul’s ‘Twenty Words Tuesday #38 – Wish’.
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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.
Inspired by Bulbul’s ‘Twenty Words Tuesday #34 – Garden’.
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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.
He laid awake and said the name into the night.
“Do I really miss her?”, asked his mind. He couldn’t deny. Everything in his line of sight reminded him of her today.
The rising moon,
her glowing face!
The gleaming waters,
the expanse of her love!
The rushing waves that have nowhere to go,
her habit of lingering around in his presence! Continue reading
Approaching a lady at the market place, he told, “You don’t seem to belong here”, showing a photograph of hers that he had captured last week at the same place.
“Neither do I.”
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“Why don’t we Continue reading
Arms outstretched to the sky, with feet so high, they always tried to fly.
A while before, like an angel on a toe, each of them spun to lift spirits and gift joy.
However now, after a dashing performance, wonders vanished and the backstage holds fears, not that of winning but Continue reading
Untouched books crowded his shelves, shiny leather spines and faded first editions, meticulously dusted and never read.
He knows he’s in deep trouble now. A few months back, he came across a girl in the library he visits. He stalked her timings for about a week, not with wrong intentions though. With his observations, he started reading books in her often-visited genre. He initiated casual conversations one day and they gradually became friends.
She offered him book suggestions which he really enjoyed. She is someone who just doesn’t focus on the content or is bound to the works of one favourite author. She explored varieties. At times, she used to choose a book, just because the cover is attractive. Continue reading
Tina’s pet Tony got terrified when she put his plush toy, which was more like his sibling, in the washing machine to clean it instead of the way she bathes him.
As an effort to comfort his baffled mind, she took Tony to the godown which is Continue reading
artistic fantasy
stare at an empty canvas
world of peace exemplified
Falling in love with her art, he called her for the first time. They spoke until it was closing time for the night sky. Continue reading
Celebrations failed when both of them followed the crowd and went missing.
Before silencing due to fear and tiredness, they were clever enough to garner attention by crying and barking loud, without knowing that they were actually screaming out a philosophy.
Those who follow the sea of people usually get lost in its waves. Continue reading
We, the lavender fields, bounded by mountains and green trees on one side were once cultivated by an estate owner with a good intention of escaping from the residues of the industrial revolution, bloomed to serve as visual treats to visitors, also spreading our aroma to lands around.
However, as generations passed, our lifestyle got changed just like yours, wherein we are plucked as buds even before we bloom so as to retain the colour, fragrance, and freshness longer.
Instead of helping the tourism industry bloom Continue reading
Petrichor scent: aromatic alarm for rain.
Forget your umbrella to invite rain!
Pluviophile yearns for lullaby of rain. Continue reading
It’s been fifty years since our first house-warming, and it’s our first visit since the last twenty years.
These steps that I considered as nature’s gift to our house, have worn out unable to bear the weights of memories and repetitive human actions over time.
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The flattened knob of the blue main door at the inside, remind my kids’ fast entry into the home from school, hitting it hard on the wall. The cushions on the old bamboo sofa look like flatbread slices filled with dust.
The rug at the entrance, when moved, portrays its duty of Continue reading
It has been seven years. Maaya’s still single, with no family. Day by day, her discomfort was growing bigger and bigger than her comforts, especially after her distant mother’s demise. Completely shattered, she decided to step out of her ruts and lookout for a new way to solace her disturbed mind.
She had her dinner, and then sent an email full of unsaid words that weighed heavy in her heart for a long time. She didn’t dare to check the mailbox again for a reply. The night passed restlessly. But still, she was determined not to turn on her internet till Continue reading
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