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The End.

175 days since my last post.

For almost a year now (or about 47.95% of 2018)‌ I haven’t been able to post properly on my blog. In fact, it was back in May that I‌ last published something. It was a short fiction story that ‌I titled Twice Upon a Time.

I could cite several reasons such as academic work, internships, or freelancing taking up my time and energy making the blog take the backseat. But the truth is that I‌ feel that it was my choice as well. I’ve hardly done creatively satisfying work for what seems to be a really long time. I have been creating content, but truth be told, it wasn’t satisfying. I’ve taken out a piece of paper or opened up my blog to write, but to no avail.

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Twice Upon a Time

Today would be the last day in his dorm room. He had finished packing his stuff and would be leaving behind a bunch of old clothes that he wouldn’t find a use for. He double-checked to see if he was carrying his lucky shoelaces, the ones that earned him his nickname through college. He would have walked right into the course of a car and had tripped over the laces and fell down. It was a brush with death, but ever since then, life had turned out to be just like his nickname: Perfect. His photographic memory brought back traumatic moments from the past when he should have simply died but survived solely due to his perfect luck.

Something pulled him back to the moment. It was an unnerving feeling like the calm before the storm. His confusion was replaced by disbelief as he saw himself walk in.

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Burning Bridges

A man levitating between two cliffs
https://www.pexels.com/photo/architecture-business-city-outdoors-92928/ https://www.pexels.com/photo/adventure-cliff-lake-mountains-6744/

Bridges forged with birth
stand not far from the earth.
They are bridges made of wood
and if lit they burn as they should.

Bridges raised for the time of the day
never last after the sun goes astray.
They are bridges made of brick
and if pushed, are gone quick.

Bridges built with time
stand the test that it chimes.
They are bridges made of metal
and they stand on, truly eternal.

Then there are the bridges made as gifts
which stand over the deepest of rifts.
From afar, they seem to be made of gold,
Halfway, too late, we find that it is straw and mould.

We burn bridges with every turn we take
to run away from the monsters we make.

Often we set fire to our bridges to hide from our monsters.
The friends who stand by us burn our bridges
and give us the hope that they never find us.

But it is too late when we realise that
The monsters were our friends
and our friends, the monsters.


It’s been three years since I’ve started blogging, and well, I guess it was worth it. This also counts as my 100TH post. Something truly feels special about such a round number 🙂

Stoners

A rock with ancient lookking marks on it.

TODAY

As they uncovered more earth, they hit a stone.

“Stop,” the lead archaeologist cried out, “I think we found something.”

“According to my research of the cross-lingual lexico-semantic transfer, I believe this stone has inscriptions that contain incredible information about the culture of the people who lived right here…”


HOWEVER, OVER TWO MILLENNIA AGO,

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Waving Farewell

A girl in a red hoodie standing on a beach made of black sand
photo by Alex Iby via Unsplash

Ariel felt really uncomfortable on the beach for she had just found out that sea water was fatal to all her kin.

Once she made sure that those she had thrown into the sea weren’t returning in one piece, she hummed to herself as she walked back to the land.

Karma was indeed a boomerang, for she had visited the beach on a day when a Tsunami warning had been issued for the coastlines.


This is a response to Sonya’s challenge, 3 Line Tales, where we write 3 lines about the picture above.

Positive

She spent more time in the hospital than in her classes.

The doctors and professors had permitted the chronically ill student to take part through video calls. She hoped that someone would walk across the road to the hospital, and save her life.

He spent more time in parties than in his classes.

With the considerable influence of a professor in the family, he was still around in college. He had found a way to get the credits he needed. He had to cross the road to the hospital.

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Derailed

A train station
photo by Andre Benz via Unsplash

12 seconds to go up a flight of stairs, 5 to dash across the overhead footpath, and 10 steps to come down right next to the train – leaving us with under a minute to spend before the train departs.

And yet, I stay here on the other end of the railway station, sending a predetermined message of farewell, written earlier in the day.

As my message lights up the phone’s screen, I can spot the smile that’s enough for me – I don’t want us to see each other, just to be separated in under a minute by predetermined fate.


This is a response to Sonya’s challenge, 3 Line Tales, where we write 3 lines about the picture above.

My writing is a bit rusty 🙂 It’s been months since I last wrote fiction. Hoping to change habits, again. Also, I’ve been unable to add comments on other blog’s posts. Have any of you faced something similar? If so, how do I set it right?

That Escalated Quickly

This week’s photo prompt is provided by J.S. Brand. Thank you J.S. for our photo prompt!

“No fair. You know this place like the back of your hand,” he complained.

“That’s true only if I’ve seen my hands thirteen times in my life, to be exact,” she retorted.

You say you’ve planted a tree every time you climbed up here?

“And today it’s your turn.”

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Leagues Under The Sea

photo by Joel Filipe via Unsplash

The jellyfish swim deep underwater without fear of the turtle in the sea.

The sick humans dump their plastics to sink underwater without fear of destiny.

The poor sea turtle, clearly confused in murky underwater between venom and delicacy.

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Cat on the Wall

photo by Timothy Meinberg via Unsplash

“Launching my next attempt at jumping across the water to reach the rat-infested ship – may the force be with me. Catpain out.”

*SPLASH*

Miles away a video was being uploaded on the servers of a very popular social media website almost instantaneously, bearing the caption, ‘Cat falls to death by drowning trying to catch a ship. LOL.’

*SOME ARBITRARY TIME LATER*

“My ninth and last attempt at flushing out the rats and clearing out the ship, WILL NOT be hampered by a body of water. May the force be with me as I decide to walk over the wall to a better vantage point. Catpain over and out.”

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