Editor’s picks for the writing prompt#10: personal technology
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 the GiaB prompt challenge #9: Marine Life
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 prompt #9: Marine Life had inspired some awesome creations from our wonderful GiaB writers.
It’s an honour to announce the editor’s picks for…
A poem
Rising and falling
of waves —
Her breath
Hues of blue
kissed by the amber rays of sunlight—
Her smooth, glowing skin
Soft
and melodious breeze —
Her mesmerizing voice
White
marshmallow foams —
Her salty kisses
The unexplored depth —
Her dark secrets
Blackness at night —
Her soothing silence
Tsunami —
Her unpredictable rage
All marine inhabitants —
Her priceless children
Ocean has life
Please save her.
Yes, if the oxidative stress that accelerates ageing mediated degeneration is kept in check
Man is mortal
yet his quest for a long life
remains immortal
— Chirag
We all age. Whether we like it or not, we will chronologically 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…
MICRO-HUMOR
Poetry
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.
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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.
Twenty minutes to nine.
Too…
Editor’s picks for the GiaB prompt challenge #8: Apparel
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.
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50 WORDS MICRO-FICTION
Thrifty Words Challenge #11: Late
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 her mask.
Now. No escape.
Check out the original prompt here —
50 WORDS
Thrifty-word prompt theme challenge #14: Fever
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.
Her grief-stricken family sought their revenge.
The original prompt link —
Chirag
A creative neuro-scientist, fascinated by the world of fiction and ageing neuroscience. Email @ Wordpottery@gmail.com
