She woke up with a throbbing headache that morning. What kind of a dream was that! She wondered.
To be honest it was a good one. She was happy in her dream. Laughing a lot. Bubbling with energy. She radiated joy.
But she never imagined her to become one of those shimmering stars.
Maybe the headache was a reminder to choose her path carefully. Loving something dearly doesn’t mean that you have to be lost in that something. As this thought emerged she sensed her headache fading slowly. She felt happy and alive again.
It’s a wonder that only a few weeks, maybe months ago I was writing, effortlessly. I was, wasn’t I? It wasn’t a far-fetched dream. A figment of my imagination.
After all, if you say so, I will believe that because becoming a writer was always been a dream of mine.
And I did write, I believe. They may not be the most captivating pieces ever. But I wrote. Daily I wrote. Some days I wrote many poems and stories. My pen never showed a sign of fatigue. My love for paper and pen never faded a bit. In fact, it grew more and more with every interaction we had.
Now, I feel they are fed up with me. The pen is not following my mind’s tunes. Thoughts are disappearing into the abyss to the disappointment of my blank page. Words, they are staying aloof. I can hear them sniggering, seeing my blank paper.
I feel like writing was a phase. Now it’s all burned down, leaving no residue behind. The mind is nothing but barren and it whimpers and trembles as the blank pages are filled with no words of relevance but the scratch marks.
I wonder what happened!
This turn of events was unseen. This is unbearable.
When did we become alien to each other!
The unwritten words are causing me nothing but pain. And I have no way of healing until the words start to flow at the tip of the pen once again. I hope that happens!
the way ahead was covered in darkness I’m certain I was lost there was no light no hand reached out to guide me no quotes shined in my mind’s eye nothing but plain darkness engulfed where I am rooted!
a little later, I saw shadows it made me jump the unexpected movement but, if shadows appear there has to be light a slight tinge of light, perhaps, a tiny ray spilled from some distant source of light without knowing that it is actually swaddling me in a blanket of hope, this blanket of hope might appear so feeble, but in a moment so fragile and dark, this frail coat of hope grew my courage and I held on, without giving up and intact stood my frail hope
then appeared the lush green the shadows disappeared in to greenery all around me the gentle breeze played with the plants, leaves softly fell whispering greetings to me the frail hope now blown into a stream of calm
the scary darkness bloomed into a ripple of peace and disintegrated my nightmare letting a new dream emerge!
This fictional piece is written in response to the fifty-first edition of Fiction Monday for the above picture prompt and the word prompt ‘QUOTE’ hosted at Reflections by yours truly. Do join in if you have a tale to tell.
This journey reminded him of the last one he had. He was very excited that day. Finally finding a home to live with forever! That’s the dream, isn’t it! And he was going to live that dream.
But that excitement didn’t last longer.
There was nothing homey about the home he went to live in. The couple who lived there always fought with each other. Instead of taking care of the new addition to their family, they used him to win their arguments. And he always ended up getting hurt in their quarrel and they were least bothered about it.
The abuse reached its height and one day two people from the shelter came and took him back. He came back to shelter more depressed.
Last week, another family came and they loved him. But he wasn’t hopeful. He didn’t try to impress them either. Though, he liked the two kids with the couple. Today the man came and took him.
He is going to live with them. But he isn’t sure how long this will last. Because who knows how these people would turn out to be!
His mind was full of questions. But he didn’t know that his life is going to be changed forever. The nice people took him home because they loved him. He was finally going home, his forever home.
This fictional piece is written in response to the thirty-eighth edition of Fiction Monday for the word prompt TWIST and the above picture prompt hosted at Reflections by yours truly. Do join in if you have a tale to tell.
How could she break her promise just like that! The more he thought about it, his agitation grew.
Granted, he wasn’t around. He was always busy with his work. But that wasn’t a deliberate doing. He loved his work and it paid well too. But as his responsibilities at work increased, he missed a few moments with his family. Starting with their second baby’s birth. He claims just a few moments but he knew it was more than a few. His children never talk that freely with him like they do with their mom.
Isn’t that normal in all households?
And finally, when he rejected a promotion and stepped down to take a lesser role at work to spend more time with his family, she ditched him.
How could she!
We promised to be there for each other from now on.
“It was a heart attack. Sorry for your loss.” Doctor’s words echoed in his ears.