Walking across the sky with a vanishing trail and unheard music, she shrinks in size with indignation. The world luxuriates…
Awash with love
“She is the most tyrannical bitch that I have come across”, hissed the daughter-in-law. The dutiful sons and the domestic…
The Myth
A very prim homemaker once told me, that she always eats after her husband. Before I could raise my brows…
Cassandra’s Curse
The Writing Reader Prompt #3054 Seeing Into the Future Fiction Writing Prompt: Write a story or scene involving a character who…
A shot of vodka
He hoped for a “Coffee, tea or me?” moment. Luck favored him, and he spotted a bar on the left.…
Parallels
The calm of the hinterland attracts me. It gives me a break from the oceanic life. Being the captain of…
Film Noir, Act 36
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Graveyard journey. Ghosts whisper, dance, twist, shimmer. Breeze skips through leaves. Clouds balloon, curl, drizzle, storm…
