Editor’s picks for the writing prompt#10: personal technology

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A blank white screen,
Stands staring at my face.

White letters,
Lay scattered on a black platter,
In front of my eyes,

Emotions unlock my mind,
And set my fingers on motion.

A new story is created,
And saved.

Computer —
A writer’s lifeline.

It’s an honour to announce the editor’s picks for GiaB’s fortnightly prompt #10:

by Lexus Ndiwe

by Myriam Ben Salem

Editor’s picks for the GiaB prompt challenge #9: Marine Life

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The architects of
The magnificent castles
Of the sea — Corals

The majestic inhabitants of the ocean world are truly a source of inspiration for writers. The hadinspired some awesome creations from our wonderful GiaB writers.

It’s an honour to announce the editor’s picks for As always, it was not an easy job.

Here we go. The much awaited editor’s picks —

by Daniel A. Teo

by Rhonda Marrone

by Tooth Truth Roopa Vikesh

A poem

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Rising and falling
of waves —

Hues of blue
kissed by the amber rays of sunlight—

and melodious breeze —

marshmallow foams —

The unexplored depth —

Blackness at night —

Tsunami — 

All marine inhabitants —

Yes, if the oxidative stress that accelerates ageing mediated degeneration is kept in check

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Man is mortal
yet his quest for a long life
remains immortal
 — Chirag

We all age. Whether we like it or not, we will age by every passing second. Because time doesn’t freeze, but runs. We can’t stop it or even slow it down a bit.

However, time can only determine the man’s , not his .

Chronological age vs Biological age

Chronological age is defined as the age of an individual, which can be measured from the time of birth to the given date or the time of death, in days, months, and years.

A simple detail like the date…



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We returned to our hotel room,
After a long journey,
I was exhausted, so was he.

The weather was cold,
He needed warmth.

He carried me in his bare brawny arms,
To the soft, comfy bed,
And gently lay me down.

He wasted no time to undress,
Keeping me watch,
He removed his tops, then his pants.

He then hurriedly unzipped me,
And removed his towel.

He rushed to the bathroom,
To take a hot shower.

Leaving me alone and open.

Exclusively for writers by writers helping writers

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You may wonder what it is an Advent Calendar for Writers?
Well! This is what they say in their website —

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For 14 consecutive days…

A micro-fiction horror series

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I Trapped

“I live in a cottage in the deep woods. Come over for dinner, but not before 9 pm sharp,” an invitation too difficult to resist for a thirty-three-year-old bachelor.

Evan’s old car bumped down the gravel, screeching to a halt.

He looked at his watch.

Too early.

He couldn’t wait to see his attractive hitch-hiker who he met only a few hours ago. His burning desires melted down his patience.

The cottage stood there, tall, lonely, dark, and quiet. Its door, wide-open, beckoned him in.

Evan stepped inside.

The door swelled, roared, and disappeared.

II The Dark Tunnel


Editor’s picks for the GiaB prompt challenge #8: Apparel

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I would rather wear a priceless soul,
Weaved with the threads of compassion,
Kindness and love,
Than an expensive apparel,
That would soon be worn out and gone.

It’s time to show lots of love and support for the much awaited and outstanding editor’s pick stories for our fortnightly GiaB prompt # 8: Apparel.

by Kim McKinney

by Caroline De Braganza

by Kristie Darling

by Carolyn Hastings


Thrifty Words Challenge #11: Late

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Karen’s feverish body radiated heat like the burning charcoal in the tannour. Her barking coughs threatened to rip out her throat into pieces. She inhaled in short, quick gasps, desperate to revive her collapsed air sacs.

Too late.

She welcomed the deadly virus, not wearing hermask.

Now.No escape.

Check out the original prompt here —


Thrifty-word prompt theme challenge #14: Fever

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She pricked my finger to feed on a drop of blood.

I killed her in a fit of rage.

Now I suffer from malaria, dengue, chikungunya, yellow fever, filariasis, encephalitis, tularemia, dirofilariasis, Ross River fever, Barmah Forest fever, Zika fever, and Rift Valley fever.

The original prompt link —


A creative neuro-scientist, fascinated by the world of fiction and ageing neuroscience. Email @ Wordpottery@gmail.com

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