Forgotten streets Discarded memories Echoes of a sigh Over wilted regrets (C) Mayuri
Author: Deliciously Alive
#WordyWednesdays #Bar #July2015
Word Prompt ‘What’s Cooking?’ ‘What’s cookin’, good lookin’?’, winked Jose, plopping down the bag of groceries on the counter. ‘Since the fragrance of oranges and cinnamon is trailing right down the street…’, she felt his grin as he kissed her neck. ‘…let me guess, your famous Spiced Orange compote?’ his hands circled her waist. She nudged…
Potential #WordyWednedsay
She admired herself. Dark curls danced around the oval of her face. Limpid eyes that enticed, framed by the perfect arch of her questioning brows. The haughty gracefulness of her high cheekbones. The cupid bow mouth that always hid a smirk within its smile, she was often told. She should have been a little taller,…
Let’s paint the town red: Written for Wordy Wednesday #5 at B-A-R
There was palpable excitement in the air. They were gearing up for a day like no other. A town this small had never witnessed a celebration this big. Let’s paint the town red, they guffawed as they collected everything they would need for the big day. The headcount was done once more, for the umpteenth…
Picture Prompt: Written for the #November #15to50 challenge
Image Courtesy: http://shailajav.wordpress.com Destiny Nina dumped Bruce’s dinner before him and began her tirade, ‘You never buy me flowers! Or take me out! Or tell me you love me!’ Bruce looked down at his mangled dinner, then towards his wife’s face and sighed, ‘Stop eavesdropping on people, Nina. We don’t need to do these things. We…
Sometimes…
Sometimes I reek of stale dreams and shards of splintered vows pierce my hopes The horizon is tinged with hues of regret As reminiscences of a promised happiness take me to places I don’t want to go That’s when I shrug off my cape of despair As I inhale lungfuls of faith And hem my…
Word Prompt : On The Beach: Written for the #15to50 Challenge
On The Beach An indignant blush crept up her neck and bloomed on her face. How dare he use such language, she fumed inwardly! Twisting the ends of her napkin in her hands, she was contemplating a quick exit when the waiter repeated, “For a tangy drink, shall I suggest a, Virgin Sex On the…
Three in a row #15to50
It was time to be ruthless. Being merciful hadn’t paid. It was her peace of mind that was paramount now. They didn’t matter anymore. She spotted her targets. It was now or never. Taking a deep breath, she aimed. Whack! Whack! Whack! How harmless they looked in death. Three dead mosquitoes.
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#Day3 – Write a letter to your Parents
My dear Roots & Wings, Thank you. Respect. Your eternally grateful daughter Me