You know it was worth it when you bother to put tags in it and mark the memorable places you will visit again. And I wish I was tagging my books, there are too many lanes I would like to go and stroll, to touch the walls and feel the ambiance between the words. Today,... Continue Reading →
I am sharing a post by another fellow blogger who joined us on mental health drive. He doesn’t write about his PTSD much but if you want to witness some kickass writing skills…do check this blog! it’s a must!
PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot
Waiting On My Man
Milling, milling, milling around. That’s all they do, day after day after day.
They pass me by while doing all those annoying things they do: ignore the screaming kids; scratch their butts; play grab ass; heads bowed, not in genuflection, but consumed by their new iGods; and kiss.
Damn, I miss kissing.
Hephaestus, you bástardos! I’ve been standing around for, oh, over 2,000 of these mortal years, waiting for your sorry ass to show up. ‘I’ll be right back, baby,’ you said. ‘Just wait right here, babe’,” you said. You said a lot of things and I. AM. STILL. WAITING!
It’s #Friday Fictioneers prompt time (and why do I want to sing that to the Howdy Doody theme song?), as always created and hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields on her blog, Addicted To Purple.
The rules are simple:
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“Keep yourself as busy as you can.” Anne said in a hauntingly empty voice. The words sounded recorded and overplayed almost to the point they became devoid of emotions. She looked like a figurine sculpted to fit in that delicately carved rocking chair. Nobody could tell she wasn’t sleeping. On her feet Emma sat kneeling... Continue Reading →
She was returning from school. Her pace a cocktail of walking briskly, tip toeing, jogging and kicking random rocks, depending on her mood and magnitude of exhaustion. Her back hunched under the weight of abnormally heavy bag. She sometimes would look at donkey carts and shout, “there is no difference between me and you” followed... Continue Reading →
She walked carefully measuring her every step into the long narrow passage Her eyes darting across the lines bordering the tiles she was walking on. They are not equal! she told herself. OCD started kicking in… Freeze that thought, this is not why you are here. Why is this passage so narrow… Thank God i... Continue Reading →
She looked down at the bustling city through the giant window. Tiny lights rushing to get somewhere under the exuberant colors of evening sky, curtesy of the beautiful sunset that drenched it in vivid and vivacious tones. Her clueless eyes aimlessly followed the flow of lights on the road while a Snippet of her brain... Continue Reading →
Her desolate eyes looked at the birds outside the window, telling them a million stories. These little gray marbles still wore the shine that wasn’t lost to years of neglect. She was sitting on a small stool that barely contained her but I guess it was still better than lying in rubble. Sounds of my... Continue Reading →
In the mysterious light of the fortnight sky She kept her shovel busy Digging deeper into the cold damp earth Winds playing with her messy hair Her hands hurting against the rough old wood She stopped.. Breathed hard.. And looked into the grave she burrowed using all her might She pulled out the ring from... Continue Reading →