I may perish, but my story shall live on; running wild in imagination's field and burning the lamp of inspiration. Written for Bulbul's Twenty Word Tuesday #33- Story © 2021, Cozy Quiet Corner. All rights reserved.
Lush melodies drew her to the door of the lounge, the friendly smiles enticed her inside. Once upon a time, these very faces had sniffed in disdain and snubbed her in the politest way possible. After all, disagreeable public behaviour was so gauche. "Lady Laureline, it's a pleasure to have you here." "My dear, how... Continue Reading →
Mindlovemisery's Menagerie hosts the Wordle #199. discovereyebrowrubupfearvillagesingercrosswalkcandlesoundwhelve- to turn (as a dish or vessel) upside down usually to cover somethingbalter- to dance or tread clumsily Image- Adi Goldstein @ Unsplash Rayna entered her apartment after a tiring day at work. Some days just seemed to go on forever, she grumbled internally as she divested herself... Continue Reading →
Christian Holzinger at Unsplash Viewer discretion: Insanity and gore warning. And no disrespect to any religion was intended. He didn’t know why she’d asked to meet at the old cottage. It had been years since his wife had even mentioned this property. She greeted him at the door with a smile, vastly different from the... Continue Reading →
This is for Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #72 and Tale Weaver #282- New Start. Image from Davidoasa at Pixabay.com Once again, she was at the palace; only this time, there would be no escape. Having sorted through all the official documents, signing and stamping them according to the protocol, she wandered along the main corridor.... Continue Reading →
This is in response to Sue Vincent's Thursday Photo Prompt- Dream. Rahul was sitting on a sunlit spot, on the floor of the loft in their ancestral house. He'd been curious about this house; locked and left unattended ever since grandma's death. With hardly any memory of his yearly visits as a child, Rahul felt... Continue Reading →
Image Courtesy of Pexels Finling swam close to the surface, watching the human atop the horseback. He looked tired and grim, staring straight at the horizon. He’d seen this human before, riding down the hills with other humans trailing behind him. Today, he’d come alone to the Cerulean Bay. “Hello” Finling greeted the man, startling... Continue Reading →