Goodbye #writebravely #Writetribeproblogger

29 Sunday Oct 2017

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She looked perfect, just like the first time he met her, in a green silk saree and a slim gold necklace, simple and beautiful as always. They had spent 36 years together and he couldn’t have imagined a better partner.

Today she is leaving him. Well, her body is; her memories and the memories they built together all those years have made an everlasting impression in his heart and will stay with him forever, as a heart print that could never be erased as long his heartbeats.

He leaned down and kissed gently on her forehead as her lifeless face smiled at him for the last time.

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The Monster #writebravely #Writrtribeproblogger

22 Sunday Oct 2017

Posted by Vinitha in Fiction

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Sharon knew he was somewhere near her. Though she couldn’t see him, she felt his presence always.

Some might even think that theirs is an unrequited love, she thought miserably. But how would anyone think that, when no one knew his existence in her life, when no one could feel his presence like she did?

How would she tell anyone about him when she couldn’t say it out loud confidently. Such was her stalker, the monster, this depression!

Five Sentence Fiction written for day 7 of Write Tribe Pro Blogger Challenge.

Creative Struggle #writebravely #writetribeproblogger

20 Friday Oct 2017

Posted by Vinitha in Picture hunt, Poem

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It’s hard not to doubt,
When inspiration takes a break
And creativity plays hide and seek

It’s hard to stay focused
When the paper is full of strikes
With no word that makes sense

It’s hard to gather courage
To think outside the box
And to get outside the comforts

It’s demotivating, this self doubt
It’s hard, not get crippled under this stress
As I feel empty

How to break this chain,
that strangles me from inside out?
I wonder with no clue!

Linking with Day 6 of Write Tribe Pro Blogger Challenge.

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Disobedience #writebravely #writetribeproblogger

16 Monday Oct 2017

Posted by Vinitha in Poem

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Disobedient my mind,
Every now and then going back to peek
At those memories that prick
Tearing my mind

Why isn’t it easy to forget!
Never take a look at those in the past
If it can’t bring delight
I plead to the self

But, who listens!
Playing hide and seek with flame
That is dangerous, become our game
Though it makes me dizzy

Through the cracks my mind bear
Sneaking in the memories, unaware
And hide and seek I play
Until they let me be free again.

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The Real Monsters #writebravely #writetribeproblogger

12 Thursday Oct 2017

Posted by Vinitha in Fiction

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Little Irene was scared of monsters.

At night, she had to make sure that there weren’t any monsters hiding under her bed or in her closet. Shut the eyes tight, for if she opened her eyes and caught a glimpse of the monster lurking in her room, it could chew her head off and swallow her little arms and feet in one sitting. What’s not seen couldn’t hurt, believed the little girl and slept every night with bated breath.

Until..

One night little Irene learned that monsters were real, only they looked just like us. In her case, it came wearing the mask of her dad.

But a little girl who knew to scream the loudest could keep any monster away. That was a quick learning for Irene. From then on, she started to keep her eyes open, listening to the monsters lurking, with bated breath.

Linking with for Day 4 of WritetribeProBloggerChallenge prompt – Bated Breath.

Mystery #writebravely #Writetribeproblogger

09 Monday Oct 2017

Posted by Vinitha in Fiction

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She knew life was not just a bed of roses. Count the blessings more often to get the prickly thorns out, she learned that early on.

Then again it wasn’t the terminal illness that killed her. The toxic relation she was in mercilessly sucked the life out of her long before her tumor proved to be fatal.

Why life was just a bed of thorns for her, remained a mystery to her.

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A five sentence fiction for Day 3 of Write Tribe Pro Blogger Challenge prompt – Terminal.