Claustrophobic

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.

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In response to Sadje’s ‘What Do You See Prompt #123’. 

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’.

 

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.

 

Sleep Utopia

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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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

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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.

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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.

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When sea misses land…

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

Library Love

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

Lost – TLT #10

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.

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Olfaction – TLT #9

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.

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Worn Out

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.

Photo for the prompt (from scvincent.com)

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.

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Shatter and Solace

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