She was magic

She was magic,

all spells and love.

But if provoked,

all curses and thereof.

 

She was beauty,

the prettiest flower.

Gentle and caring,

every day, every hour.

 

She was love,

pure and caring.

But still angry,

when he had it coming.

 

She was the world,

to him and perhaps more.

So drawn was he,

that he forgot she had flaws.

 

She was normal,

except to his twisted views.

She loved him,

so tried to break through.

 

She was determined,

to help him any way she could.

Multiple arguments,

that lead up to nothing good.

 

She was gone,

no one to blame but him.

His life shattered,

everything inside him dim.

 

He was alone,

everything his making.

A love pure,

yet absolutely wrecking.

 

She was an idea,

perfection in a nutshell.

But reality is rarely

covered in pastel.

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Everybody has flaws, no one is perfect and to see them as such is not doing them any justice.

A response to She was magic, part of July Photo Prompt, hosted by the lovely M.

 

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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.

Daily Prompt: Genie

Speak your thoughts, your deepest desire.

Speak what your heart aches for, your utmost fantasy,

What you have longed for all your life,

What would satisfy you the most.

 

For you have freed me from my eternal slumber,

For you have put me out of my misery,

I shall grant you your one wish,

I shall repay the kindness you have shown me.

 

But beware human mark my words.

You cannot have what wasn’t destined yours.

Consequences, good and bad, you will face,

Nothing is free and nothing shall be.

 

Heed my warning and think it through.

Don’t haste, your wish will come true.

Now mortal, let me reward you,

Speak your thoughts, your deepest desire.

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via Daily Prompt: Genie. Photo by Luiz Hanfilaque on Unsplash

Nostalgia

He stared at the old rundown shack, memories from his childhood springing into his mind. He walked slowly, fingering each surface that’d marked his childhood. He’d learned here, so long ago and with so many others. To him, it was less a classroom and more a second home.

He slowly entered the small room, his eyes transforming the dusty room into a vibrant one filled with the smiles and laughs of his friends. A small version of himself was there enjoying and learning at the same time, laughing with everyone, learning things he’d never forget.

He looked around once more, every nook and corner reminding me of the good times, of the people he loved. Every space bringing another good memory within him. He turned back and got out, ducking his head.

He watched the house get demolished with a tear in his eye. The plans for the new building was ready and he knew it’d be much more efficient for the new generations. He walked away mourning the loss of his second home.

Word Count: 174

Written as a response to FFFAW challenge this week. Thanks to Priceless Joy for hosting it. For more stories with this prompt click here.

Musings

She did not know how long she sat in the muddy plains looking on with contemplating eyes. It was dark when she’d come here, finding solace upon the still waves, finding quietness, finding comfort in the silence. She had sat and brooded, the dark waters agreeing with her mood. She hadn’t moved much in all those hours, no word had been uttered from her lips, but inside her was a storm of its own.

In the outskirts of the valley, in the canopy of the night, she sat and just sat, doing nothing more than thinking. There was a lot on her mind, there was a lot going on in her life. It was hectic, it was tiring, but here in dead of the night, it was still and it was quiet. It was the break she’d needed for a long time now, a break from everyone but most of her and her judgemental eyes. Her eyes traveled towards her own self, she’d begin to find flaws even in the moonlit dimness, she diverted her gaze and forced her eyes back to the dark blue waves.

She’d be more than tired tomorrow, she knew that. She had a lot to accomplish but that didn’t prompt her to go back to her room and try to get as much sleep as she could. She knew she couldn’t go back, not at this chaotic state her mind was in, she didn’t move, just sat and enjoyed the tranquility.

In irregular intervals, a sigh would escape her. In irregular intervals, she’d think about her future and her past and her present. She came here to think and she did so, even despite knowing that thinking would not solve any problems she’d had. She just let her mind wander on. She conversed with herself sometimes, inside her mind, and with the imprint many others had left behind. She talked without words leaving her mouth, with people that were no longer in her life.

When the dawn broke, and the light started peeping out, she was doing the same but she was a bit calm now. Her vantage point gave her an excellent view of the sunrise, and she was able to appreciate it a little. Her mind wasn’t as muddy anymore, but there were some big chunks of mud lying around. For now, she didn’t care. It was a problem to be solved some other day. She got up as the sun’s rays started awakening everyone. There was a lot to do today…

 

Written as a response to Thursday Photo Prompt- Valley over at Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo.

The Cave

“Wow!” Rowena stared in amazement at the rocks. It was beautiful, and even more so due to the bushes around.

Em shook her head at her friend’s antics. “Not that Row. It’s impressive and all but that’s not why I dragged you out on the first day of Summer.”

Row gave her friend a look that said ‘Are you kidding me?’ but probably was ‘You dragged me out of my comfy bed. It better be good.’

Em said nothing and bent down. Parting a large patch of grass aside, she revealed a hole. Row, now intrigued, got closer. With a wide grin and unnecessary dramatism, Em slinked down the hole.

“EM!” Row cried in alarm before following her friend down the hole. She landed on a soft ground and walked on, intent on finding her slippery friend. She found her, sometime later, sitting on a mat smiling.

“What is this place?” She asked amazed.

“Dunno.” Em shrugged. “Found it by accident one day.”

They sat there for a while, chatting away idly. They left some time later, their stomachs growling, their hearts full and with the promise to return.

Word Count: 198

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


Rowena is based on my awesome friend Aakankshya. You can check her blog here.

Bonfire

 

“Dad. Dad. Is it done yet?” Em asked, tugging at his sleeve, her eyes shining with the red glow. Dad took a stick and poked around the base of the fire for a bit before turning to his daughter. “Patience. Em.”

At that, the little boy beside Em stuck his tongue out, starting a war of silly proportions. For once, their mother did not berate them and just laughed.

“It’s done.” The father announced, producing a fire-baked potato mounted atop a knitting needle. Before Em could react, her little brother had reached over and grabbed the delicacy in his tiny little hands.

“Hothothothothot.” He jumped, dropping the potato. Em giggled at his discomfort and picked the potato gently, wrapping it around a newspaper.

“That’s mine.” He said, glaring.

“Of course it is. I’m just peeling it for you dummy.” She ruffled his hair causing him to sulk even more.

They sat there a bit longer, eating and laughing alongside each other. They left a few hours later, the warmth of the fire still with them.

Word Count: 175


Written as a response to Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. Photo copyright Enisa.

 

 

Snow Day

 

“Look, Mom. Snow!” Em exclaimed pressing her cheeks to the window, taking in the beautiful white landscape. “Can I go out. Please Please Please.” She said, all the while jumping up and down. The confirmation was no sooner out from the older woman’s lips than Emily was rushing out.

Emily was fascinated by the snow. It was so soft and so white and upon further experimentation so cold. She liked it nevertheless. After a while, she got bored. She needed someone to play with and her friend, the snow angel needed a friend too. She rushed in at top speed, leaving cold air to fill the warm living room.

She emerged a while later, dragging a middle-aged balding man with her. She was escastic, he a bit less. However, her excitement was contagious and it spread wide and tall.

They stayed until the day waned, and the sun’s brightness dimmed. The father left with his tired daughter, leaving behind a memento of their efforts. The snowman stood tall and smiling, glowing brightly.

The snowman melted after a few days, and the glow on Em’s face lasted a bit longer.

Written as a response to Sunday Photo Fiction.