#MicroMondays Edition 2: Who Put Away My Toys?

#MicroMondays Edition 2: Who Put Away My Toys?

Welcome to #MicroMondays Edition 2! Today’s challenge is to write a 33-word microfiction using the prompt taken from the 33rd page of PENANCE by Kanae Minato. The prompt is: “BUT THERE WAS A CRIMINAL” and is to be used verbatum. Here is

That Girl On The Net – poem

That Girl On The Net – poem

This is a story of a girl named Felina who used to peacockize on social media with selfies and live videos galore. Losengers from everywhere, commented and liked her, she believed she was adored.   Then one fine day she

Fire and Ice #FridayFotoFiction

Fire and Ice #FridayFotoFiction

I look up from my glass of gin and tonic to see you gazing at me from across the table. Your eyes smile back at mine and a fire is ignited in my soul. The ride home takes forever and

Haiku on “Water”

Haiku on “Water”

Monsoon rain paints me elaborate messages on pane. Mystery! Written for Haibun Monday at dVerse. Thank you to Björn Rudberg for the wonderful prompt. Sorry, haven’t been able to access the laptop all day, so wrote a haiku instead.

The Rat Trap #MicroMondays Edition 1

The Rat Trap #MicroMondays Edition 1

Momma says “No”, as always. Jerry swears it’s heaven. The box does smell heavenly. Now, I am curious too! Tonight, I’m off on an adventure! This is written for #MicroMondays Week 1. I am co-hosting this Fiction writing challenge. This week’s prompt is

My First Haiku

My First Haiku

Recently, I have been bitten by the poetry bug. I don’t know exactly when it happened, but I know it did. Some days I don’t get the time to even look at myself in the mirror, but I still write.

#WordSante Edition 2: Every Post Deserves To Be Read

#WordSante Edition 2: Every Post Deserves To Be Read

Welcome to the 2nd Edition of #WordSante! Yaaayyyyy!!! We want to start off by thanking all those who joined us in the first edition of #WordSante. We are so happy with the enthusiastic response to our little initiative. It’s been

Bonded by a lie called love

Bonded by a lie called love

buried at home do i exist? i don’t want to be here but i will be bonded by a lie called love try! try! try! never to succeed sabotage my dreams i will still be here bonded by a lie

When It Is Autumn Everywhere Else

When It Is Autumn Everywhere Else

Charcoal clouds shroud the sun. Downpour is imminent. Just like yesterday, or the day before that, when I ventured out on a stroll, was subjected to a cold shower, was chased back by thunder all the (long) way home.  

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