Rema stood in her grandparents’ courtyard, where her childhood footprints had once traced paths of joy. The echoes of thirty years ago filled her ears—the soft hum of her granny’s favorite tunes, the comforting stories her grandpa told after evening prayers, and the laughter of her cousins. This house was where she had been happiest. … More Footprints of Love #FictionMonday
Welcome to the two hundredth and fourteenth edition of Fiction Monday. “When someone shows you who they are, believe them the first time.” — Maya Angelou Stories From Last Week Faded Memories by Vinitha Fiction Monday The idea is simple – to write. On Mondays, I will post the prompt here. There will be a word prompt … More Fiction Monday – 214
Despite the frayed edges and faded faces, the photo caught my eye. How long had it been since that day? Forty years? Something like that. Suddenly, memories I thought I’d forgotten came rushing back. She wasn’t in the photo, but I remembered that day as if it were yesterday. She was there, walking away from … More Faded Memories #FictionMonday
Welcome to the two hundredth and thirteenth edition of Fiction Monday. “I cannot do all the good that the world needs, but the world needs all the good that I can do” — Jana Stanfield Stories From Last Week When Love Speaks Beyond Words by Vinitha Fiction Monday The idea is simple – to write. On … More Fiction Monday – 213
I don’t believe in the power of the evil eye. The logical part of my brain refuses to accept that someone else’s malice can influence our lives. It seems frivolous — an excuse to relinquish our power and place it in someone else’s hands. Because then the question remains, why shouldn’t our good intentions — kindness and good deeds — take … More When Love Speaks Beyond Words #FictionMonday
Welcome to the two hundredth and twelfth edition of Fiction Monday. “Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this too, was a gift.” — Mary Oliver, The Uses of Sorrow Stories From Last Week Our daily mist by Suzana Fiction Monday The idea is simple – … More Fiction Monday – 212
Welcome to the two hundredth and eleventh edition of Fiction Monday. The beauty of a living thing is not the atoms that go into it, but the way those atoms are put together. — Carl Sagan Stories From Last Week Clear or blurry? by Suzana Fiction Monday The idea is simple – to write. On Mondays, I … More Fiction Monday – 211
Welcome to the two hundredth and tenth edition of Fiction Monday. “When you can’t find someone to follow, you have to find a way to lead by example.” — Roxane Gay Stories From Last Week Our surprises! by SuzanaFrom Summer Slumber to Slipping Time by Vinitha Fiction Monday The idea is simple – to write. On Mondays, I … More Fiction Monday – 210
My alarm went off at 5:15 this morning. I got out of bed after 5:30 somewhat reluctantly—not because I wanted to sleep more, but because tomorrow school begins after the summer holidays and I’ll have no choice but to get up when the alarm goes off. That thought discouraged me. It’s always these unwelcome, undeserving … More From Summer Slumber to Slipping Time #FictionMonday
Welcome to the two hundredth and ninth edition of Fiction Monday. “In three words I can sum up everything I’ve learned about life: it goes on.”—Robert Frost Stories From Last Week Again about questions! by SuzanaFinding Chaos in Calm by Vinitha Fiction Monday The idea is simple – to write. On Mondays, I will post the prompt … More Fiction Monday – 209
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