22 Nov Real Neat Blog Award
Georgia at Books And Other Miracles (BookLoverFob) has very kindly nominated me for the Real Neat Blog Award. And, though I am thrilled to accept the award, I must admit that I am at a loss to understand what this award is for. So, I will simply take it at its literal meaning and assume that my blog is neat and as real as it can get. (Really?!) She is a book lover and her book reviews are a must read. also, not to mention her giving me this very unusual award. Thank you so much, Georgia!22 Nov Liebster Award – My 3rd One
I have been very blessed to be surrounded by some very inspiring, encouraging and kind group of bloggers that I have recently met and interacted with. They have been kind with their praise for my writing, and their own writing has been nothing short of outstanding...
22 Nov A New Day
He told her he didn't love her anymore. She was silent. He told her he had found someone else. She sat there stunned. He told her he had moved on. She had tears in her eyes. He told her she'd have to move out. She was finally free. He sneered. She smiled. Her eyes were...
21 Nov A Life to Live
She was standing in the middle of the spartan room, its walls a starkly white. Just moments ago, there had been a flurry of frantic activity around her. People rushing in and out, doctors shouting instructions, monitors beeping madly; her eyes took in every minute detail, her mind...
18 Nov Rain Dance
[caption id="attachment_461" align="alignnone" width="764"] Flash Fiction for 40th Challenge for Aspiring Writers Week of November 17, 2015 Photo Prompt by Sonya with the blog, Only 100 Words[/caption] “No rain today either”, remarked Jack, his brow furrowed as he looked out the window at the blazing sun...
18 Nov Boiled Over
She had reached the end of her patience. Irritated. Frustrated. Defeated. That’s what she felt. The future looked bleak. She had given up completely. Obviously, there was no other way to end this. Without looking back, she looked down from where she was and leapt off. Landing on...
16 Nov World War III : The Golf Cart, Ant Attack and the Mud Path
On a recent family trip to an out-of-town golf course, I had been designated as the unofficial photographer, and we had obtained permission for me to go on the golf course, despite not playing myself. I had a golf cart all to myself, and had promised to stay off the course; while my parents shared one and were on the course, playing. The golf course was vast and picturesque with lush greenery, hilly terrain with its sheer cliffs and steep valleys. I was busy taking photographs and videos while trailing them in my cart. The entire morning had remained uneventful. My parents continued to play golf. I continued to take photographs. Of the golf course, the flora, the hills, the blue skies and sometimes, if I felt generous, of my parents too.16 Nov Revenge Mocha
This post is inspired by V . She is a single parent, juggling many roles and succeeding at each one. Read the original post here . The following is an extension of the previous story but can also be read in isolation. Both are fictional narrations in first person account. I reached...