Excerpt from a Letter- #WDYS

Image- Sadje Dear Ramya, Coming back to town after two decades should have felt like a warm embrace, instead it feels strange. The same buildings and grounds now sport new faces, such strange tones and foreign smells... Standing at your favourite spot near the pier, the familiar rushing sounds of the waves led me down... Continue Reading →

Written for MLMM's Photo Challenge #340, hosted by Nekneeraj. Photo by Oleg Zaicev on Pexels.com Amira emerged from the bathroom, rubbing her long wet hair with a towel as she glanced at the clothes laid on her bed."Does the yellow top go with the red skirt?" she asked, switching on the hair dryer for a quick... Continue Reading →

Image from Pixabay "Mrs Wardner, there have been some concerns regarding your professional conduct," came the prim voice of her boss's superior as she sat down in a swanky private office. Sally looked suspiciously to the man standing beside the dour faced woman before her. Her boss looked smug. "Firstly, your whereabouts are-""-I've a weak... Continue Reading →

3Line Tales #12

Written for Sonya's Three Line Tales #249. Write three lines inspired by the photo prompt.. photo by Lavkush Gupta via Unsplash A silhouette against the pale orb, the Watcher perched on the bare branches. A pale hand, with bony fingers rose as the hysterical crowd quietened down; the creatures shifting about in excitement and anticipation. Triumph... Continue Reading →

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields "Adventure lured you out of retirement?" A man in grey shirt asked, handing over an envelope containing money trails, few profiles, some cash and IDs. His companion paused before replying, "Remember the factory blast in '15?" His handler nodded, they'd lost some good men and women."My mentor was among the... Continue Reading →

The image below is from Corey Agopian at Unsplash. "The voter turnout has been phenomenal," the news anchor smiled for the camera, waving his hands as he went on to describe the country's first democratic election after the transition from so-called dictatorship. "For the first time, our nation has seen such diverse groups exercising their... Continue Reading →

CCC#101 "Scared, Ronnie?" The elder girl called out, standing before a stone arched gate, rumoured to be the entrance to a witch's lair. "I'm not scared," her brother mumbled indignantly, entering after her. It was cold and dark, thin shafts of light streaming through tiny cracks. A stone gargoyle stood in the middle of the... Continue Reading →

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