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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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New-Age Oases

The more unliveable our urban centres become, we as tourists retreat into the new-age oases – the sustainable hotels – which are just illusions of naturalness. Even when they have committed to reducing wastes and carbon footprints, how long will we be able to live in this fantasy without having to deal with the repercussions?

Isn’t the hope we’re dreaming of, also a dream?

Credits & Footnote

In response to Sadje’s ‘What Do You See Prompt #93’ & Sonya’s ‘Three Line Tales #287’. 

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Photo by Milan Vasek (www.milanvasek.com).

Hinterland

Mark made sure to visit countryside, the ones whose zip codes have been forgotten long ago, annually after his retirement. His grandson Marcus was puzzled by this behaviour and wanted to know why Mark chose remote areas instead of tourist destinations.

Determined, he made Mark wait until his vacation and accompanied him. Mark took him to a land so far from their residence which Marcus had never dreamt existed in his country.

Awestruck by its beauty, he started apprehending the strange hinterland hidden in his grandpa’s heart.

This is in response to the ‘Weekend Writing Prompt’ by Sammi Cox. The word prompt for this week is ‘Hinterland’, and the challenge is to limit a piece of prose or poem to exactly 87 words.

Hinterland - Sammi's Weekend Writing Prompt

Time – Six Word Stories #13

Here are my six-word stories on ‘time’ – a few collective stories, and a few individual ones.

——– School ——–

Sand clock, once entertained, now betrays.

He’s running around to avoid deadlines.

Clock ticks faster during morning rush.

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Leave – Six Word Stories #10

This is in response to ‘The Saturday Six Word Story Prompt’ by Shweta of ‘My Random Ramblings’. The prompt for this week is ‘Leave’. I was left alone with boredom and so there are quite many six-word stories on ‘Leave’.

Leaves are equally anticipated and hated!

Eyes rewind memories when leaving school.

Farewell – none wanted to leave home!

Leave your burdens to fly high.

Don’t leave heavy words remain unsaid!

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Burning Desires – TLT #3

Varun loves summers, and so had planned to tick off an item from his bucket list of visiting Egypt on the summer solstice, where a viewer standing at the Sphinx could enjoy the sun setting precisely between two of the Great Pyramids – Khufu and Khafre.

Unfortunately, the lockdown collapsed his plans, the result of which he had to settle with a friend who was to trek to a hilltop tower in a nearby town.

He started his climb with sorrows brimming, but the mountain’s breeze soothed his wounds, Continue reading →