Leather Handbag
I’m just well-treated leather over a tangle of broken promises, dreams & heart pieces. A nice little handbag.
I’m just well-treated leather over a tangle of broken promises, dreams & heart pieces. A nice little handbag.
May you find peace in the grey of twilight when you travel the land of shadows. May you learn the joy of warmth on your face and may the memory of it carry you through the winter of your land and your soul. May your smiles start from deep within,…
Anger can destroy everything in my line of sight, in one magnificent explosion Or it can eat into life itself, silently like a single drop of acid on your skin every day.
I wrote this for a prompt exercise where the theme was horror. This is my first attempt at a scare-story. Tell me what you think. Too obscure? Not chilling enough? In today’s A to Z Challenge we look at a writer’s worst fear, W is for Writer’s Block. ~O~O~O~O~O~O~ W…
The PenTathalon sounded like fun. And unnerving given its ‘Five Exercises for Fiction Writers’ description. What does a fiction writer look like, one wondered. I found out on the morning of Saturday, 3rd February. Kavita Bhanot, the workshop leader, turned out to be a charming, soft-spoken young lady with a…
An odd figure made its way laboriously up the dirt path. Julia always was an odd picture, especially these years. She smiled to herself when she thought of how easily she had shifted to ‘these years’. The use of unconventional verbal constructions had always amused her. As a youngster, she…
From Sandman: Endless Nights Most people want like a candle flame, flickering, wavering. But you want like a forest fire. Getting what you want and being happy are two very different things. When there is nothing left to want, all you do is wait till there is nothing left to…