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.

Continue reading Twice Upon a Time

What’s The Time?

For the best time of forty years, they had stuck together.
They shared laughs, tears, thoughts, and fears.

But not too soon, one had to part ways
and yet his chair always held his place.

For another decade, they stood side by side
Shared their fears and shoulders while they cried.

Alas, time is a ruthless overlord but in a friend’s guise:
for soon enough the next one had experienced demise.

Continue reading What’s The Time?

Presenting the Future to my Past

We all have our time machines, don’t we? Those that take us back are memories and those that carry us forward, are dreams.

― H.G. Wells 

If you had the opportunity to talk to your past self, might not seem like a good thing. All of us are immature at every point in life if you consider the subsequent points. For example, I am more mature now, than when I‌ was in school. I will be more mature tomorrow, as compared to today. Every day we learn new things, and along with it, gain perspective. This perspective gives us a better outlook into life and thus help us become a mature person. So if you get to read your diary from years ago, or scroll down the Facebook timeline it might prove very dangerous for your self-esteem. You are going to cringe at your immature self.

Continue reading Presenting the Future to my Past

Fighting A Losing Battle

Image of a deteriorating fortress
This week’s photo prompt is provided by Sonya with the blog, Only 100 Words. Thank you Sonya!

They had been fighting ever since one had entered the other’s realm. It wasn’t that neither could live while the other would survive. They could coexist but they wouldn’t.

Continue reading Fighting A Losing Battle