Excitement #FictionMonday

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Today is a special day. Today I am getting a new friend. Don’t get me wrong, I love playing with Jack. But when he goes to school, I am all alone at home.

Once my new pup friend gets here, I will never be alone. I hope he is excited as much as I am! 

Photo by Barnabas on Pexels.com

This flash fiction piece is written in response to the one hundred and twenty-sixth edition of Fiction Monday for the above picture prompt hosted at Reflections by yours truly. Do join in if you have a tale to tell.

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Fall #FictionMonday

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There was a certain delight in the way the flower petal fell to the ground. A rush, an excitement, a purposefulness, a helplessness.

That’s all I wanted to experience. That delight.

My motionless body failed to capture the purposefulness.

© Vinitha Dileep


This five sentence fiction piece is written in response to the one hundred and twenty-third edition of Fiction Monday for the word prompt ‘FALL’ hosted at Reflections by yours truly. Do join in if you have a tale to tell.

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Woods #ThursdayTreeLove

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Appalachian trail in Shenandoah National Park, Virginia

woods aren’t always dark and cold,
not when they filter the sunlight in
and let the breeze hug you
not when they shed their leaves around you
as if they are conversing with you!

woods aren’t always dark and deep,
not when they keep an eye out for you
and promise to be there waiting for you
when you are done with your quest
as if they are the friends you sought always!

woods aren’t always dark and cold,
not when they safeguard your secrets
and let you continue your journey in peace
not when they listen to your stories
as if there is no one else in the world!

woods aren’t always dark and deep,
not when they offer a home away from home
and trails leading to a better clarity
not when you find a piece of you
among the rustle of leaves!

© Vinitha Dileep


Joining #ThursayTreeLove hosted at happiness and food by Parul this week.

Unwelcome Pause #FictionMonday

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Unwelcome Pause #FictionMonday

Sara couldn’t sleep that night. Usually, it was the noise from her daughter’s room that kept her up late in the night. 

But now, things have changed. 

She could hear the air moving around her. The pin-drop silence blared in her ears in full volume stopping her from sleeping. 

Her life seemed to be in a forever pause without her daughter in the next room. Sara has to reinvent her life as an empty nester single parent.

© Vinitha Dileep


This flash fiction piece is written in response to the one hundred and twenty-first edition of Fiction Monday for the word prompt ‘PAUSE’ hosted at Reflections by yours truly. Do join in if you have a tale to tell.

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Home #ThursdayTreeLove

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A cute nest spotted in Washington, DC
where one's heart is,
where one feels safe,
where one is free to be themselves,
where one can rest peacefully,
that's home. 

This picture is clicked during our visit to Washington, DC in the first week of October. The hustle and bustle of this place is incredible, so are the gorgeous historic buildings. A pair of eyes seemed too few to soak in the beauty of Washington DC. Amidst the hustle and bustle, we spotted this cozy nest in front of the Smithsonian National Museum of Natural History. It was indeed a serene sight.

© Vinitha Dileep


Joining #ThursayTreeLove hosted at happiness and food by Parul this week.

Yesterday #FictionMonday

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those cherished memories -  
smearing fragrances, 
spilling colors,
in today's pages. 

yesterday, a page written in the past - 
forgotten memories,
lost moments,
all safe in the past.
Yesterday – Poem

© Vinitha Dileep


This piece is written in response to the one hundred and sixteenth edition of Fiction Monday for the word prompt ‘YESTERDAY’ hosted at Reflections by yours truly. Do join in if you have a tale to tell.

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Gift #FictionMonday

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how else will you know if you are gifted or not,
if you dare not to open the present?

how else will you know if your gift is valuable or not,
if you never use it?

how else will you add more value to your gift,
if you never dare to share it with the world?

believe it or not,
you are gifted
believe it or not,
it’s time to use it, share it, and
be proud of it.

© Vinitha Dileep


This piece is written in response to the one hundred and sixteenth edition of Fiction Monday for the word prompt ‘GIFT’ hosted at Reflections by yours truly. Do join in if you have a tale to tell.

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Miracle #FictionMonday

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Poem

you can forever search for a miracle with no luck
until you find happiness in just being alive,
soaking in the morning sun,
cherishing the little moments that pass by,
and not be in a haste to chase after those fleeting moments,
but let it pass by you
leaving you with nothing but gratitude,
for life simply is a miracle
to those who are willing to appreciate life
with a heart filled with gratitude. 

© Vinitha Dileep


This piece is written in response to the one hundred and fifteenth edition of Fiction Monday for the word prompt ‘MIRACLE’ hosted at Reflections by yours truly. Do join in if you have a tale to tell.

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Summer #ThursdayTreeLove

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summer sprinkles a shine all around
making the flowers loaned from the spring smile even brighter
the freshly woven cobwebs bridging the flora reflect tantalizingly
like a carefully chosen piece of jewelry adorning the blooms
summer sprinkles a gorgeous glow all around
the fresh blossoms sometimes appear to be in a meditative prayer
summer shines fearlessly, making everything appear alluring in its glow
summer magic – irresistible and contagious!

© Vinitha Dileep


Joining Parul’s #ThursdayTreeLove with these lovely blooms captured during our summer holiday trip in California.

This piece is written in response to the one hundred and eleventh edition of Fiction Monday for the word prompt ‘PRAYER’ hosted at Reflections by yours truly. Do join in if you have a tale to tell.

The Broken Kaleidoscope

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The broken kaleidoscope wasn’t reflecting darkness. Neither did it trap black spots.

The broken kaleidoscope reflected more colors with a vengeance.

Pieces of blue, pink, orange, green, yellow, and a mix of more colors. It sparkled brilliantly as the more broken pieces accumulated. 

Broken doesn’t have to mean losing the ability to shine. Often, being broken lets you show up without your shackles. Perhaps, when you thought you were broken, in fact, you broke off the chain that held you back letting you break free. 

Either way, it’s time to shine brightly without fear like the kaleidoscope. 

© Vinitha Dileep


This piece is written in response to the one hundred and ninth edition of Fiction Monday for the word prompt ‘SPARKLE’ hosted at Reflections by yours truly. Do join in if you have a tale to tell.