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.

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.

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.