Came As Maiden Fair,
Showed True Form When The Moon Shone
Damned Shapeshifter
Prompt – Sunday Writing Prompt, May 30/21 – Shape-shifter | Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie (wordpress.com)
Came As Maiden Fair,
Showed True Form When The Moon Shone
Damned Shapeshifter
Prompt – Sunday Writing Prompt, May 30/21 – Shape-shifter | Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie (wordpress.com)
It was a slow sunday, just the way I like it.
It started off with a bright, boozy brunch. The food was as good as if not better than the merry conversations at the table. My head still floating with a mild buzz, I decided to visit the museum. It always transported me to the past. I walked through all the exhibits, taking my time to read all the descriptions. The solid, factual language used, was a nice change from the flowery words I was used to at work. After spending a couple of hours at all the exhibits, I made my way to the technology wing. This was my favourite section. As I observed the handheld devices, I remembered the smartphone era from my childhood. We still had to touch the screen. Today, my brain-link glasses do it all for me.
I only have to think…
Word Count: 147
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Weekend Writing Prompt #122 – Museum
Sunday Photo Fiction – Sep 8 2019
Photo courtesy of LL Jones
Those Eyes Stare, As You
Walk Forward Making Your Place.
Simply Ignore Them…
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Sun, sand, and sea. Just one thing missing, which he magically produced from behind him: A 1998 vintage. He thought of everything…
Word Count: 22
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I waited with my hands crossed.
I was accustomed to the waiting area of the clinic. It was my fifth visit. However, I could see a little girl nervously looking around. Her mother was holding her hand, giving her the courage to remain seated. Courage was indeed required when you are a little kid and you hear screaming coming from the room next door. The doctor had taken no efforts to soundproof his operating theatre. We could all hear the drill whirring and the patients screaming. Everyone knew what was going to happen once we went inside.
The scars on our temples never let us forget…
Word Count: 106
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Sunday Photo Fiction: July 21 2019
Photo Credit –
Photo by Arun Sharma on Unsplash
We’re Potato Heads.
Bred For Filling Up Stomachs,
Of The Great Old Ones…
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He gave a grimace of pain as he watched the wreckage.
The memories almost brought about an emotional burst, but he managed to stabilize himself.
His failed suicide attempt was in the past…
Word Count: 33
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Sunday Photo Fiction: July 14 2019
The Apocalypse,
Began When They Invaded:
Those Huge Grotesque Giants…
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Our Arc Floats Along,
While Dark Seas Claim Other Souls,
We Are Safe In Here…
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Come With Me My Friend,
This World Is About To Burn.
You Are Safe With Me…
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