abstracted—Fiction Friday/Friday 5

What throws your characters off their game?
his brush evenly moved on canvas-each stroke a masterpiece in itself;he gave in to his creative instincts-propelled by inner forces unknown.
sounds of piano was vintage for now,his fingers refusing to run over keys.her cries of death never left him-his life gone, music was cacophony.
in broader scheme of endeavours-duple [...]

abstracted—Fiction Friday/Friday 5

What throws your characters off their game?
his brush evenly moved on canvas-each stroke a masterpiece in itself;he gave in to his creative instincts-propelled by inner forces unknown.
sounds of piano was vintage for now,his fingers refusing to run over keys.her cries of death never left him-his life gone, music was cacophony.
in broader scheme of endeavours-duple [...]

earthy feel—-Totally Optional Prompts

burrowing in, burrowing outfollowing no particular path- aerating solidness of soil fertilizing it all the while.roots are deeply embedded, nourished too by thoughtful gestures. lowly creatures selflessly so environmentfriendly, wriggling all over’loam, are those earthworms.
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I wrote it a few minutes back and posting it here un-edited.
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earthy feel—-Totally Optional Prompts

burrowing in, burrowing outfollowing no particular path- aerating solidness of soil fertilizing it all the while.roots are deeply embedded, nourished too by thoughtful gestures. lowly creatures selflessly so environmentfriendly, wriggling all over’loam, are those earthworms.
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I wrote it a few minutes back and posting it here un-edited.
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up in smoke—3WW

AffordCigaretteDim
few hours leftof soothing darkness-only ones I can affordto converse with night.pausing, I crush moist grass between my bare toes.
sharing pocketful of secretsto last until morning.I send them up insmoke signalsfrom my cigarettes,before moon gets dim.
**Disclaimer: I do not smoke, drink or do drugs!

up in smoke—3WW

AffordCigaretteDim
few hours leftof soothing darkness-only ones I can affordto converse with night.pausing, I crush moist grass between my bare toes.
sharing pocketful of secretsto last until morning.I send them up insmoke signalsfrom my cigarettes,before moon gets dim.
**Disclaimer: I do not smoke, drink or do drugs!

post haste—-Writers Island

Writers Island prompt is letters.
ineligible, chaotic language spills into paper-too fast, too numb,befuddled sensations, mixed- creates havoc with writing,hastily pen moves,ink splodges on sheets- fingers shake, yet I knowwhat I do is right.churned to core, beating heart grows cold.finishing, I seal itsending it post haste,before I change my mind.

post haste—-Writers Island

Writers Island prompt is letters.
ineligible, chaotic language spills into paper-too fast, too numb,befuddled sensations, mixed- creates havoc with writing,hastily pen moves,ink splodges on sheets- fingers shake, yet I knowwhat I do is right.churned to core, beating heart grows cold.finishing, I seal itsending it post haste,before I change my mind.

post haste—-Writers Island

Writers Island prompt is letters.
ineligible, chaotic language spills into paper-too fast, too numb,befuddled sensations, mixed- creates havoc with writing,hastily pen moves,ink splodges on sheets- fingers shake, yet I knowwhat I do is right.churned to core, beating heart grows cold.finishing, I seal itsending it post haste,before I change my mind.

guarding bitterness—read write poem

readwritepoem asks us to eat, drink and write a poem. So I write one about a vegetable which leaves a bitter taste in our mouth. However, if cooked the right way, turns out very tasty!
tapering ends, bloated middleelongated cylinderwith a rough skin.scrapping clean that surfaceI cut it lengthwise-washing thoroughly.marinating it salt water,I prepare the fillings.
chopped [...]