short story #27: Crossroads

It was well past midnight. The streets were dimly lit by the overhead lamps. The roads were empty and the shops had all closed for the day. The otherwise busy intersection was now deserted. Even the traffic signals had retired after a busy day's work and were flashing amber. This was the very traffic signal … Continue reading short story #27: Crossroads

Three Line Tale #27: The show must go on

The world was collapsing under the weight of a virus attack. There was no cure in sight, no vaccine either. And many felt just like the musicians who kept playing while the Titanic was sinking. This post was written in response to the Three Line Tales, Week 234 prompt by Sonya. Thanks to Sonya for hosting … Continue reading Three Line Tale #27: The show must go on

Grief

Grief is a powerful feelingThey say it has seven stagesI don't know about thatBut I strongly believeThat grief is like the waves,In a turbulent sea.It comes and goesBut it sustains,In a never-ending manner.It grips your heart,Forces you to haveUps and downsOver and over again.It creates new woundsBut often, grief rips openOld healed wounds too.No matter … Continue reading Grief

six word story #72

She wished she could go home. This post was written in response to my own Saturday Six Word Story Prompt (6WSP) #45: Home. Click on the link to read entries from my fellow bloggers. This was a really good prompt, if I may say so myself. I've the feeling that this won't be my only … Continue reading six word story #72

six word story #71

Their house wasn't a happy home. This post was written in response to my own Saturday Six Word Story Prompt (6WSP) #45: Home. Click on the link to read entries from my fellow bloggers. This was a really good prompt, if I may say so myself. I've the feeling that this won't be my only … Continue reading six word story #71