Posted on January 31, 2008 by gautami tripathy
with his fingers in that blue porcelain cherry bowlhe picked a few, popped those into his mouth. without discarding pips, he started singingthose notes going off key.
Unaware of those strange stares he kept on,lost in a world of his own.No more cherries left now, he suddenly stopped, finding himself in a beach-side restaurant.
all were [...]
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Posted on January 31, 2008 by gautami tripathy
with his fingers in that blue porcelain cherry bowlhe picked a few, popped those into his mouth. without discarding pips, he started singingthose notes going off key.
Unaware of those strange stares he kept on,lost in a world of his own.No more cherries left now, he suddenly stopped, finding himself in a beach-side restaurant.
all were [...]
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Posted on January 31, 2008 by gautami tripathy
with his fingers in that blue porcelain cherry bowlhe picked a few, popped those into his mouth. without discarding pips, he started singingthose notes going off key.
Unaware of those strange stares he kept on,lost in a world of his own.No more cherries left now, he suddenly stopped, finding himself in a beach-side restaurant.
all were [...]
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Posted on January 31, 2008 by gautami tripathy
with his fingers in that blue porcelain cherry bowl
he picked a few, popped those into his mouth.
without discarding pips, he started singing
those notes going off key.
Unaware of those strange stares he kept on,
lost in a world of his own.
No more cherries left now, he suddenly stopped,
finding himself in a beach-side restaurant.
all were [...]
Filed under: fiction friday, free verse, friday 5 | 23 Comments »
Posted on January 30, 2008 by gautami tripathy
ApproachBottleSmooth
there were sunken puckers, where orbs of her eyes ought to be.she crouched on the ground, pulled out a sack from underneath her bed;untied it clumsily, poured its content on dusty floor.sightless she might have been, her instincts worked fine.with right approach, she found an almost empty bottle of wine.this, she had saved for special [...]
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Posted on January 30, 2008 by gautami tripathy
ApproachBottleSmooth
there were sunken puckers, where orbs of her eyes ought to be.she crouched on the ground, pulled out a sack from underneath her bed;untied it clumsily, poured its content on dusty floor.sightless she might have been, her instincts worked fine.with right approach, she found an almost empty bottle of wine.this, she had saved for special [...]
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Posted on January 29, 2008 by gautami tripathy
This week’s prompt is a quote: “When you were called upon to speak, you were supposed to say why you think you’re alive, why you were born, and why you’re still around: What are your reasons? Everyone needs to come up with his or her own personal answer.” From a novel called Diary [...]
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Posted on January 29, 2008 by gautami tripathy
This week’s prompt is a quote: “When you were called upon to speak, you were supposed to say why you think you’re alive, why you were born, and why you’re still around: What are your reasons? Everyone needs to come up with his or her own personal answer.” From a novel called Diary [...]
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Posted on January 29, 2008 by gautami tripathy
This week’s prompt is a quote: “When you were called upon to speak, you were supposed to say why you think you’re alive, why you were born, and why you’re still around: What are your reasons? Everyone needs to come up with his or her own personal answer.” From a novel called Diary [...]
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Posted on January 29, 2008 by gautami tripathy
This week’s prompt is a quote: “When you were called upon to speak, you were supposed to say why you think you’re alive, why you were born, and why you’re still around: What are your reasons? Everyone needs to come up with his or her own personal answer.” From a novel called Diary [...]
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