Stark #writephoto

Bare for all to see,

Completely isolated

from its surrounding

It stood, just like me.

 

The rare breeze

not doing much

to what little leaves

that dared stay on.

 

The sun’s light

ever shining upon

Yet failing to reach

the trees proper.

 

The powerful rain

always falling

Never harming

never helping.

 

Despite it all,

it stood on.

Tall and upright

just like me.

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Written for Thursday Photo Prompt, hosted by the lovely Sue.

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Glimmer #writephoto

distant-lights

Resting against a tree,

she looked on

As the light began to fade,

and night fell.

 

Everything inside her,

getting dimmer

The darkness slowly creeping,

into her thoughts.

 

Shouldering all the doubts,

all her anxieties.

The dim glow of the sun,

egging them on.

 

She looked on as the sun set,

impassive and dull.

The glow leaving the earth,

emptying her.

 

Silvery glow illuminating the aclove,

brightening dark realms.

As the moon glowed in the darkness,

for a brief moment, so did she.


Written for Thursday Photo prompt, with prompt given by the lovely Sue. Her sunset prompts always does get me a little melancholic. Been a while since I’ve last written, I hope I did alright.

The Gentle Wave #writephoto

Gazing at the deep blue,

Marveling at its wonder.

All the highs and lows,

Making her ponder.

 

Memories flashing in front

Of her deep blue eyes.

Thinking about beginnings,

And sad goodbyes.

 

Waves washing into the shore,

Gently yet so full of force.

Washing away her teary eyes,

Yet her voice still is hoarse.

 

Waves marking their place,

Yet repeating it again.

Drying her eyes of tears,

Gently ceasing the pain.

 

After hours on the rock,

She got up to leave.

Her heart no longer weeping,

She no longer meek.


Written as a response to Thursday Photo Prompt- Wave #writephoto, hosted by Sue at Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo.

 

Beginnings #writephoto

Underneath the magnificent canopy,

the wind blowing ever so softly,

skies painted ever so beautifully,

sun dying ever so warmly.

 

She sat, gazing at the beauty around,

content with everything here.

Entranced by nature’s splendor,

shoulders light and bright.

 

Past troubles and tensions forgotten,

stress leaving her body.

No more dwelling for future anxieties,

what-ifs or could-have-beens.

 

As darkness grew throughout,

she got up, ready to leave.

To not return to this wonderland,

until she’d bested herself.

 

A new place, a new beginning,

no expectations thrust upon.

She’d build herself from the ground,

and return here once more.

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Written as a response to Thursday Photo Prompt- Beginning #writephoto, hosted by the lovely Sue over on Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo.

The broken remains #writephoto

Em moved her eyes around the bare room, her face impassive, her hands clenched tightly. Barest flicker of anger flashed on her face as she spotted the exotic feather on the floor. She picked up the offending item from the floor, fury radiating from her stone cold face.

Everything was so different now, she remarked to herself. Everything was gone and in its place lay the vast emptiness that surrounded her day and night. Reminiscing about the past brought a whole fresh wave upon her. Outwardly, her face remained so still, a mask of indifference, but inside was a whole different story. Raging walls of anger along with a steady stream of thoughts, both violent and loathing.

The echoes of footsteps around her startled her, snapping her out of the rage-filled reverie. In this vast emptiness, it was hard to determine the location and direction of the sound but she’d guessed right. As she gazed into the form of her lifelong friend, the last remnants of the anger left her but the desperation and hurt still remained.

Seeing the all too familiar shudder pass through her friend’s body, Row hastened forward, enveloping Em into an embrace. She held her as her body shook with fury and hurt. She held on tight as the tears started falling along with a cascade of insults. She held on tight as Em sank to the ground, taking her alongside, not letting her go even for a second, holding her tight. She held on, for herself and for Em.

The two women sat like that in the empty house for a long time. Without words, without any exchange, they consoled each other. Being there for the other when they needed the most, combating the emptiness inside and outside with slow warmth and lasting love. And when they got up, their minds were clear, and their hearts even more so. There was only one thing on their minds, there was only one thing left to do, revenge.

The small blue feather, now downtrodden and messy, floated slowly and wistfully as the footsteps echoed in the empty house once again, dimming with each passing second, slowly ceasing into nothingness.

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Yet another action-packed, filled with emotions and little to no dialogue, narrative-esque short. Feels like I’m doing a lot of those recently…

Written as a response to Thursday Photo Prompt- Remains #writephoto, hosted by the lovely Sue.

 

Conflagration #writephoto

She sat, perplexed, confused,

Mostly angry at herself.

Burdened by demonic hindsight,

Torn apart by regret.

 

Staring at the dying sun,

The last embers of the day.

Wishing she could go back,

And change her fate.

 

It’d been sudden, unforeseeable,

Unbearable and taxing.

A fire that’d burned so fast,

Destroying and damaging.

 

She sat, a broken woman,

Losing everything that mattered.

24 hours that’d changed it all,

If only she could turn back time…


Written as a response to Thursday Photo Prompt hosted by the lovely Sue Vincent.

Spring #writephoto

Em walked down the avenue, the fresh leaves of the spring bringing a small smile to her lips. The green leaves, the soft chirps of the birds around her was bringing a newfound joy within her. The spring did great work to rejuvenate her spirits, to ease her body. She enjoyed the sight as she hadn’t before. She felt her burdens washed away as she enjoyed the small stroll, something that was very uncommon to the usual habits of the young woman.

The past few days had been hard to her. She’d shut herself in, shut the blinds firmly, and completely unresponsive to the outside world’s beauty, wallowed in sorrow. There was no great event in bringing this, there were no sudden changes in her life. Frankly put, she had no reason for the sudden bout of sadness she felt. She’d wallowed in self-despair, hating herself more and more each day, and hating herself for that very thing. It was a vicious circle, and it grew more and more each day.

There were many things contributing to this, she knew them and ever so often took steps in rectifying them. But all was in vain, as she stopped every time. She stopped and then again cursed herself for it, she always did. She always wanted to change, but she never did. And despite knowing that, she always tried again.

She was always full of excuses, she knew that. She had become very good at lying, and especially to herself. It was a bad habit, she knew that and especially because it came back to bite her every time. Yet she never stopped, she just lied and promised herself that it would one day. That day was far coming, and she knew that. Yet, she did nothing.

She shook her head as she sat down in one of the park benches. It’d do her no good to think these thoughts again. All it would serve to do was to bring back the previous feeling of despair, and she did not want that, especially not now. Instead, she concentrated on the pleasant sight before her, taking in the sweet aroma of the spring as she settled down on the warm bench.

She looked at the green leaves, a striking change from the bare winter only months before, a welcoming change and smiled. She smiled at nature’s ability to go from the dread winter to the cheery and pleasant spring. She smiled at the birds, her body filled in warmth from their song. She smiled at the cool wind, providing cool to counter the pleasant warmth of the sun. She smiled at nature, and at herself.

Today was a new day, and she vowed to make it better than yesterday. After all, the harshest winter makes way for the loveliest spring.

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Written as a response to  Thursday Photo Prompt, hosted by the lovely Sue over at Sue’s Daily Echo.

Waiting #writephoto

A little girl watches from behind the curtains as a Pied Piper named Death plays a tune. A silent tune immune to children. The little girl watches as the brand of an inverted torch pulls everyone towards the couple that possesses it. Blood is everywhere, their screams echo throughout. No one remembers afterward, except the girl. She cries alone that night because her parents are no longer there to comfort her.

The girl has grown now. She understands Death’s melody but isn’t affected by it. She was innocent before, too pure. She is corrupt now, too evil.

She sleeps without Death having to sing his lullaby. Sometimes, she looks at people around her, wondering who will make the fatal strike.

Her time comes and she is unprepared. Unprepared for death but prepared for a battle. The God in question would have chuckled at her defiance, but sadly he isn’t around anymore.

As she walked out of the dark corridor, she felt disappointed. Not because of the lack of the fatal blow but because of how ridiculously easy it is to turn the tables around.

It feels like she is having a constant battle with Death’s remaining puppets. It is not even worthy of calling a battle, but she does anyway. A girl can hope, right?

The world is imperfect without Death, as it could give rise to people like her. However, she can’t deny that she and Death are not that different.

Cruel and Evil indeed.

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Written as a response to Thursday Photo Prompt over at Sue’s Daily Echo. Check it out here.

Waves #writephoto

The sun-kissed beach brought them together,
the waves of passion that marked them forever.

The tranquility they got with each other,
emotions running in a haphazard fashion.

They moved quickly and surely,
the heat of the summer egging them on.

Strangers they might be, unknown before
but for that instant that didn’t matter.

A week they spent together,
confiding secrets never before heard.

The fire in their eyes burning brighter
than anything they’d ever felt before.

A memorable time, for each of them
a time of yearning and wonder.

As quickly as they’d come, they left
never to see each other again,
each leaving a footprint on the other,
a print to be washed away.


Written for Sue Vincent’s Thursday Photo Prompt,  Footprints #writephoto.