What is abstract imagery? Is it when I drown in the dark depths of the ocean of grief? Or when the frolicking waves dance with my ecstasy? Do I let my emotions ebb and flow like the tides? Can the…
What is poetry? Outpourings of emotions Or is it something else? Can you solve this mystery? Writers are funny beings I don’t mean jolly, jovial In their heads some things, feel wrong and abnormal They are doomed either…
Sometimes imagination pounces; mostly it sleeps soundly in the corner, purring. ~Terri Guillemets I came across an interesting creative writing prompt on Pinterest and decided to try my hand at it. Check out my WRITERS NOOK board at…
I wrote this story a few months back for a writing contest but didn’t submit it 🙂 I wanted it on my website, so here’s my last short story for the year 2017 🙂 TORMENTED SOULS ‘Pratha slumped in…
Writers block! It is not a figment of my imagination. I am at a loss for words and ideas to fuel my imagination. Once upon a time, I could string together random words to make coherent sentences, it made me…
I was standing in front of the three most liked, world-famous chefs, mentors and judges of the cookery show, Masterchef Australia, and I was nervous. My humble dish of Oregano Chutney wasn’t as inventive and sophisticated as some of the…
Blogging From A to Z Challenge (April 2016) The theme I’ve chosen for this year’s blogging challenge is Travel, and I have taken you along on my fun trips to various places. Some of my travel destinations this April are…
The Tea Leaves told the story (Hundred words on Saturday prompt) The dregs at the bottom of the porcelain cup told a story of strength and fortitude, the brown tea leaves made unfamiliar but intriguing patterns on the sides of…
Apparition Sleep eluded him for a reason. incessant guilt-ridden feelings, wouldn’t let him forget her face. Unblinkingly, He stared into space. Her reflection appeared on the wall, accusing eyes boring into him. Incapable of coherent thought, he sat, could…
Wednesday Prompt – Wednesday Prompt 2014 #13 Dangling on the chain was…… …a pair of dog tags with the name Samay Dutt inscribed on it, along with his date of birth, blood group, and regiment name. He had fought bravely…
On the pristine cloak of my imaginative mind, tiny traces of skin and caked-up blood under my fingernails, are the only things left to remind me of you. The scratches on my arm are testimony to my struggle with you.…