What's your story ??
Word Prompt: Write a 10 word micro-tale on Blissful
And I wondered how something so random can be Blissful!!
Word Prompt: Write a 8 word short tale on Isolation
Without you, You know where I'll be.
Word Prompt: Write a 10 word one-liner on Overlook
Had so much to live for,Much left to do.
Word Prompt: Write a 3 word short tale on Care
Yet being afar.
Word Prompt: Write a 3 word one-liner on Prism
Colorful other side!
Word Prompt: Write a 3 word micro-tale on Regret
Wish I could !!
Maybe, Maybe not.. But possibly she could be the one..
#h #specialBy unknown writer
A girl with wits
It's so happened that I met,This girl at this pub,Like a rose she instilled in me a sense of smell,The one I forgot to reminisce,In all these years.She hummed, she sang to the karoke,To my every heartbeat,Yet still she sat far across In the same table,Sometimes people just come across To enlighten with their wits..
And I wonder why ?..
"If I could relive yesterday,Just even for a while,I’d say good-bye and hug youAnd maybe see you smile."
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Cuze darling, a fairytale written by demons never ends with a happy ending :)©fatema_sayyed00
She was exhaustedShe needed backSomehow but howwanderer seeks homeOnce found in those eyesSeemed lost out of reachSky calls for her starOnce made her brightSeemed lost out of sightLife search for the flameOnce found in those armsSeemed lost out of mindLost was the friendSoul that heard and readLost was the guideVoice that relieved and alleyedLike a star she chasedThe falling phases of moonDarkness wasn't scaryNor she'd run ; it mirrors herWord of zeal ! surreal yet realShe recalled in desolateStill unsure of how?Thirst to find new waysEnded up in unending loopIn the chaos and calms ©saudade_soul
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The trauma and the pain,that grief of last rain,you cuffed me with tight chain,abused and killed my only main,made him bleed from his vein,I can never remove it from my brain, my life has gone into vain,I have become a mundane, Get away, do not give me more strain,or else , I won't be able to sustain.©eashadas123
What you are born forLet it consume you©illusionsoftheheart
Here’s a very bitter truth about most, if not all life commentators—when they are found in that field of life, they make a perfect show for mere comedy or tragedy, as the case may be. They have a special talent of failing ever so woefully. I’ve watched and seen some of such people, and I must tell you, there is no wisdom in paying mind to what they have to say. They do not qualify to have such audience.©Chinelorom
We both felt it But the difference was You couldn’t admit And I, happily did©bb_writes
He said I'd be the songAnd he'd be the singer.Phewwww!I am growing weary On this promised stage,Waiting for his handTo pick up the microphone.© VivianWrites
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When you have lot to confine... And have to pretend that everything's fineConfined in the walls of your heartEven when you are falling apartResounding failures besides the shattered hopeUncertainty of future is on the top Standing firm, bearing the brunt Indeed a worthy aim to hunt'Perseverance' is all you needGiving up shouldn't be your creedWords are powerful, choose the wiseLet magical aura induce and spread positive vibes...! ©diva_scribbles | divyam_
I've never experienced such an excited moment which gives me so many smiles lovely hugs on his stronger arms..I want to cease the whole world..And be with him..Um fond of this moment.At a time I felt to keep this intimate moment forever...I love him so much©saarahlv
@writersnetwork @mirakee@my_cup_of_poetry @thewordplayer @shaiz_fs @darkerthanblack @odysseusAugustus (Gus) and Hazel are the characters of the book 'The Fault in our Stars'.They fall in love. Augustus dies.
Yesterday, I was a blue aster that bloomed with the water of your love and withered in the same water which was now but the grief of your loss. The petals scattered over the ground and promised not to bloom again.Today, I am the elevated strokes of acrylic on the painting that was made with the brush, whose bristles were my searching eyes, that were perched on the stick of your warm ones. The strokes of handsome blues and pinks faded into ugly sad colours. The colours crippled.How could they stay alive when the brush that coloured them was no more. Tomorrow,I will be the sky to your land. I will shimmer in the jewels that you would admire and my life would be that of yours. I will take breaths that would grant life to you. But soon those breaths would die and collapse into an inferno that would swallow the whole world.How will the sky give life when there won't be land?..I would be the reluctant fire, transforming, but never extinguishing. I'll search for you, and find you. The wind of my being would wander in search for the bloom of your heart. You'll end. I will end too.And yet we'll find us again.Even after the unknown kills us.Even after we have to unite infinitely.Even if our forever never lasts. //You will always remain the Gus to my Hazel//