I am a horror and thrillers writer.also practice mainstream literature.my writing is just the expression of my own personal experiences of life.
Word Prompt: Write a 10 word micro-tale on Silently
birth is full of noises,whereas death always come silently
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slowly heal. happens once,how i feel, state of trance,tears to steal, makes us dance,for my zeal, depth in glance, make me chill. it needs chance.
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sleeping is the only activitythat helps me escape all myanxiety,stress,depression orsetbacks in current life.i know it seems quite comical,yet it's nothing but the fact.
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you are the reason i am living.you are the breeze that blows my mind.your being with me is a dream come true.yet,i fill incomplete as i can't touch you.yes we talk virtually,that really isn't enough.years have passed,stil i find you just like new.your charm is just inevitable to me,always.
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It takes a big heart to give.you may ask,why so?because,there are plenty of peoplewho has abundance yet due to small heartthey think ten times before giving anything toanybody,also they expect something in return.on the other hand,there are some kind heartedpeople,who have little or just the sufficient,butthey merrily give others from their reserve.these are the ones to be respected dearly,as they might be ordinary living people,butthey do have that huge heart to give selflessly.our almighty Allah loves giving,so the ones whoselflessly give others only to please him,he rewards them with minimum ofhundred folds of what they spent on giving and for the charity in some stage of their lives.so,if you have two dollars for example.try to give a poor one dollar,and save another for yourself,inshaallah,Allah swt would surely provide you lots if financial benefits one day.If not money,at least we can give love,right?
Word Prompt: Write a 10 word short write-up on Pity
every emotion can be mutual,but pity is never mutual
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Trust me,i don't actually want love.all i want is a good company.where i can be free as anything,no worries,no stress or sadness,only laughter and having innocent fun.enjoying all the moment to the fullest.i need a companion,who will never judge or criticize me rather make me mend my faults.whom i can pour my heart out,who will never get bored of my nonsense chattering.no matter what,he is always going to be bymy side,support me morally,fighting other forme if needed,holding my hand tight.there will be no lust or romance.just pure friendship will persist.love fades away at some time of our lives,whilst true companionship lasts forever.grows even stronger with time.i am sick of my all engulfing lonelinessand friendless life.i need a companion.companion who will remain till death do us part.
Word Prompt: Write a 10 word short write-up on Annoying
when we deserve but not get respect,is annoying
Word Prompt: Write a 10 word one-liner on Barely
one can barely fall in love again after getting heartbroken
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I can't define what love is.maybe nobody else too!for some,love is obsession,for some attraction,weakness,fear of losing,insecurity,painfulexperience,for some it's hidden.whilst for some love is possessing,for some it's not to express,for some it's all about showing.for many love is associated tosexuality and physical feelings.for a few,love is the greatest thing.i don't know which category above ifall into,but i certainly know one thing.that is,how broken heart aches.how it feels to get hurt,immense pain.even though i don't know what is love.but i surely know what is not love.
Heavy bones carrying a heavier heart,heaving with the effort of hauling something too inane to hold at all. A lost love for crafting teases, pricks with persistent paper cuts;Memories of a lewd lover sculpting vague renditions of Venus for the plastic applause of her insincere voyeur wages a civil war unspoken;Where has my sense gone? I wish I could come back to my senses;I wish I could lose taste for all of my senses;I wish I could wish upon a star to make sense of these wishes. I smile wider, still; I laugh for no reason at all;Yesterday, I couldn’t stop laughing at the thought of you and I dancing to George Michaellamenting to his love from a Christmas past. Maybe I am misery on a quest for the miserable?Perhaps, I am just jaded, weary of love before love could even be found.Where has my love for love gone?Yesterday, I cried for I can’t help realising that I exist for no purpose at all;The pot at the end of the rainbow evades like a treacherous mistress, like a slippery sliver of sensibility. They tell me I should worship the weary path instead. Should I savour all that I have till I have nothing at all?Dust to dust and water to water, Should I relish the glory of this dawn as I wait like the rest - wait for the dusk as it looms for us all? The accomplished say that the destiny is a deconstructed ray of light, Seeking seperation for my sake alone, Subsisting beautifully for my eyes alone;What is beauty if not a wonder for the unbound? Should I learn to hone a love for the silence, the kind that sears and sizzles as it burns so loud? Should I learn to tango, only to tango in the dark, to beats so loud that they leave no room for an exchange of expectations - expectations prematurely pronounced? I am learning to laugh for no reason at all,Should I laugh so loud that I cannot hear the why’s and the how’s of my unassuming heart?"Out of sight, out of mind!" they say;I wonder, I wonder... I can't help but wonder - Where has my love gone?©opia__@writersnetwork Picture by me.
No artist can match the magic that unfolds each morn and evening as colours fuse and splash breathtakingly on the sky's canvas .Refer -Mould - distinctive and typical style, form, or character.#mmvc @writersbay @odysseus @sumana_chakraborty @preetkanwalImage credit to the rightful owner .
Sanguine huesSplash on bluesPainting viewsThat imbueBeauty trueArt unfoldsWith tints goldAnd strokes boldUnique mouldI behold©soulfulstirrings
Few things a true gentleman who is in love does :He will never sugarcoat anything.He will hold his girl's hand everywhere.He will kiss his girl's forehead many times within a day.He will sacrifice many things and will act as if he has done nothing.His girl is always beautiful for him.He will make even ordinary things special.
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We all build islands of imagination,represents escape!
#treecGlossary:Pirr~ A light breath of wind (a shetlandic word).Ere~ Before (archaic).
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TearsDousedMy thirstSorrowsDousedMy appetite But what about my pain?©taekook_maknae
♀️Some hidden facts about a girl :
She doesn't like the chocolates or ice-creams you bring for her, she likes eating them with you.If she is not crying it doesn't mean that she is okay and doing well in life. It's just that she is tired of everything and needs some time for herself.If she is not showing any efforts it means this time she wants you to give your efforts and realise how important she is for you!She knows when to act maturely and when to act like a child. And this is the best thing about a girl.She can be happy in little things. Even the little real efforts can give her the biggest happiness.
You are my faith, stars and midnight tears.
Lie is a building which has to be rejuvenated on regular basis with concrete of another lies.©p_pranali
Part 18What Vivian really wanted to know was where she was, but when she spoke, her voice was a raspy whisper."You are Patricia, then? Oliver's sister?"Patricia gave a smile, but not with her eyes."Would you like some water, V? That voice of yours doesn't sound so good."Vivian nodded mutely, and gratefully gulped down the contents of the bottle she was offered."What do you want?""That is easily explained. I want you to call Monica. And tell her to come here.""Where is here? I have no clue where I am."Patricia handed her a crumpled up piece of paper, with words written upon it in a very spidery handwriting."She will be carrying a gun I suppose?"Now it was Vivian who smiled."Yes, she will. She's a cop. It's in her job description.""Good. Make the call. And stick to the words on the paper. Exactly. No coded messages. No uneven breathing, no coughing every five seconds. No nothing."Vivian didn't see how she could work the situation to her advantage, so she did as she was told. When she eventually cut the call, she stared at Patricia defiantly."You are wondering why I kidnapped you, and not Monica herself, aren't you?""Thought had crossed my mind, yeah.""You see, Monica has one flaw, and one flaw only. She's loyal, and will remain loyal. The best kind of leverage is a person, and Monica cares far too much for her own good."- AvitajTo be continuedOther parts at #annonymousidentity @raika @sugarfree @dopamine @thegreymetaphor @coral1 Picture credit- Marius Girard
“Deep vengeance is the daughter of deep silence.” -Vittorio Alfieri