From Her Past

Written for MLMM's Sunday Writing Prompt- The food in the new restaurant was delicious/different/challenging. Photo by Tae Fuller on Pexels.com The food in the new restaurant was delicious, but Riddhi couldn't enjoy it. All she could think about was her future, balanced below the tip of a sword. When Milind had proposed to her, she'd been overjoyed... Continue Reading →

Choice- #FPQ

Fandango’s Provocative Question. Each week I will pose what I think is a provocative question for your consideration. By provocative, I don’t mean a question that will cause annoyance or anger... What I do mean is a question that is likely to get you to think, to be creative, and to provoke a response. Have you ever... Continue Reading →

Refuse- 100WW

As if returning to work after a decade long hiatus wasn't enough, the editors were sending her to the Middle East- the hotbed of political upheaval and civil strifes. Covering the upcoming re-elections and the on-going protests would be quite a challenge; if only her family understood. She understood their concerns. Yet this assignment was... Continue Reading →

Change of Choice- 100WW

Two friends met after ages. "Let's hit the Red Dragon Inn, for old times sake. What say?" Steve suggested. They'd created some good memories there. After they'd drifted apart, circumstances had changed Bill. But good old Steve was still the same, planning to get drunk at 10 am. Besides, alcohol and medicines didn't mix well.... Continue Reading →

The Magic of Hope- #WDYS

This is in response to Sadje's What Do You See #38. Does this image inspires you to write something? Write an original story, poem or a caption. Image credit- Stefan Keller- Pixabay The elderly mage stood waiting at the stairs of the Abode; gaze affixed at the cloudy morning sky. Just then, he heard the... Continue Reading →

The Stairs Not Taken

Tatyana-Sanina at DeviantArt.com She stared at screen. The messaging app flashed his message, the notification bar showed his missed call. Glancing up from her phone, she looked around. She’d stopped at the intersection between the two subway routes. She smiled internally, just like her life. Monita knew she had to choose between the two options... Continue Reading →

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