This story is written for Sunday Photo Fiction: 15 March 2015. The task is to write a short story for the supplied photograph.
“Water, Wind and Fire and Earth were battling to empower on each other. The battle went on for years and there was no sign of end. It only went on and on. Water was furious and gushed every now and then. Wind blew so hard that everything went invisible. Fire flamed with extreme vigor. Earth was revolving swift with quakes.
As the battle continued, fire was covered by earth. It formed lava and water hardened it. This is how the huge rocks were formed. Then water started gushing forming this falls. Wind keeps blowing it now and then”.
That’s the story son. Said the dad to his four-year kid who was pleading to tell story of how this falls was formed.
Son smiled, looked at falls and said loudly,
“You Are Under Arrest”
and took a photograph!
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In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “I Want to Know What Love Is.”
We each have many types of love relationships — parents, children, spouses, friends. And they’re not always with people; you may love an animal, or a place. Is there a single idea or definition that runs through all the varieties of “love”?
One definition of Love –
” ~*~ That one special feeling and you don’t know why! ~*~”
II is composed of I,
Twice, not once.
A better first,
Brings a second, in seconds!
With no second thoughts,
Do you second ?
Written for Poetry 101 Rehab: Second. After all, it is the second which adds value to the first! Isn’t it?
Written for Ronovan Weekly Haiku Challenge #35
Idea: Write a haiku about “Miss and Past”
For the second time in row, Awarded as: Ronovan writes Humor Haiku Choice
glories of freedom,
grandly lived bachelorhood,
missing past, married.
P.S. Credits to my wife who gave the idea for the take! 😛
This story is written for Sunday Photo Fiction: March 08, 2015 and a dedication on Women’s day.
Rapunzel was gazing out from her window. She had completed watching the movie tangled nearly hundred times already and was waiting for her prince to arrive and rescue her. She had hopes that he would come. She knew the world out there is elegant and wanted to live the heart out at every instant.
It was 8th of March 2015, and Rapunzel somehow knew it was the day. The day seemed very close to heart. It was dusk and there was no sight of her prince. She was looking at the world from the window. She let her hair down and reached the ground.
As soon as she reached, waiting below was the charming prince. Prince looked at her eyes and said,
“I had a dream today early morning where I saw this building. I reached at first light and I am waiting since sunrise. My dream was all about making my life complete and meaningful. Dear princess, my existence made sense because of my mother and from now on, it will also be because of you”
Happy Women’s Day!
In every of it,
There is good of it,
There is bad of it,
A bit of it,
In It of Itself,
We call it habit.
Written for Poetry 101: Rehab.
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Just a Dream.”
You’re having a nightmare, and have to choose between three doors. Pick one, and tell us about what you find on the other side.
Am pretty sure. It was not a dream. I could see three doors in front of me. The three doors had the labels,
- Do Anything
- Do Everything
- Do Nothing
It was clear instinct that I had to pick one. I was lazy and I decided to pick the door where I get to do nothing. I opened the door and stepped in. I was surprised to see,
Beyond that door were two more doors again. This time I decided to pick everything door. And,
It was kind of expected. I thought the fate was to always end up with anything door. I was curious to know what was inside. As I opened the door,
oops! I saw the three doors again! I was confused and mind moved into recursive thinking. What is the message? No message? Then I realized,
“No matter what we pick; nothing, everything or anything, there is always a next door. Cheer up!”.
Till today I have the question. Was it a dream? Why? When it is so much of reality!
Image Reference: hikingartist.com
Ronavan Writes Weekly Haiku Prompt Challenge.
trees at the day light
looking at him with axe, cried;
here comes the beast
Selected for “Humor Haiku Choice!”. Yayy! 🙂