With gentle steps she entered home,praying not to be seen by dad.
“I saw you.Learning to ride on the beach” she suddenly heard him shout.
“I was just..” she tried to speak in vain.
“Do you have any idea how it looked ? a girl of your age doing something like this ??”
“But I only ..” she was cut off again.
“Vulgar !! that’s the word. you hear me !!”
And this went on till she started to cry hard and promised not to ride again. Her brother never even tried to learn and she actually rode it. But she knew she would not get any praise for that.
The bicycle was anyway sold next day.
Prompted via Thursday Tales
Submitted to 3 word wednesday
Image Credit to AtXU
walls and floor,
these are not
but her overt fears
which she fights
and clenched fists;
waiting to end
and not her life.
So many of us are haunted with past or present fears/events. This is for all the brave women who ended such life to live a new one not succumbed to it.
Inspired from Sunday Scribblings
Prompted also at One Single Impression
She loved her “long umbrella” ! she did not know why people called them docks. Every time it rained, she came running to the docks and spent hours under them. No one knew she feared rains on her head. People would laugh at it. Wasn’t she supposed to be unaffected !! She was a fish afterall.
Prompted at Thursday Tales.
Also submitted to Friday Flash 55
Image Credit : BulletsAreScen3
the heart dies;
tepid hatred flows
love’s bane ~
an acrid life.
Prompted at 3 Word Wednesday
All preparations were done to celebrate his life : Italian food, yellow flowers for the decoration, a chocolate cake and dozens of balloons. It would be 10 years he was gone to heaven so the balloons for the skies. Maybe they will reach him.
Prompted at Thursday Tales
Image Credits : GozDeCyp
I prefer my poetry/fiction to talk rather than myself. These days,most of my free time goes in writing and reading. There is a new style of poetry gogyohka that i am learning, apart from practising haiku daily on my twitter page : Nimue_
Here is one entry of each style :
to my heart
The roads to my heart
opened to none but for you
broken now like me
Prompted at Sunday scribblings & One Single Impression
Lock it deep,
block it forever,
Poke it never,else
choke you,they will
all just in dreams.
Prisoners they take,
slaves they do make,
in your fears they live,
to you,tears they will give.
all just in dreams.
repeat them not,
heed to them never,
remembered if ever,
pretend to think not
all for your dreams.
dream,live,play but dare
you make rulers out of
your worst nightmares !
Submitted to One Shot Wednesday
no wealth can inject
from a hassle free day,peace
and pleasures one get
Thanks to Linda’s blogroll, i discovered this prompt : 3 word wednesday
“Till death do us apart, you said” she sobbed.
“I remember my love” he said,”but i mean to carry it further.when i fall, you too will”
Prompted at Microfiction Monday