Category Archives: Flash Fiction

Sparkle of my beliefs

Why do I still nurture the thought of a possibility called us when I know your mind is muddled by myriad farragos and your heart layered with shades of gray revealing nothing. Maybe it is the eye I want to accost, for deep within I know, though you may not say a word, those doe eyes can’t deny showing the sparkle of my beliefs.

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Apocalypse

The dark clouds were crowding the skies in a hustle. The feathery gray ornate patches appeared like gargoyles lurking in the open as if leaping to gulp everything within its reach. And then the wind howled like thousand wolves bellowing in agony. The trees swayed in haste in a futile attempt to escape the wrath. Nature transformed into a horrific caper, standing on the ledge, on the brim to explode. Was it the final apocalypse, the start of the end. All such questions will be deciphered in a trice, only if one would survive to witness

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Farrago

With a hustle, she dashed down the deserted corridors escaping the wrath of the eldritch scream that still echoed through the frail walls, and though the barrier appeared fragile it showed a defiant grit braving the test of times. The clamor now morphed into a deep bellow with a farrago of about an uncalled eerie. She knew the time had come.

But was she ready for it?

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Souls parted but love survived

Clasped in that tight grip many emotions were held, and though she knew it was for a trice it felt like an eternity. As if time had stalled. The chaotic murmurs, the unruly wind, the unspoken words, all came to a grinding halt, for she drenched her soul in his teary eyes. How she wished it to be a nightmare, and maybe she would be awake soon from the horror but she knew it was a fairy desire. She slowly let her grip go but her hand stayed where it was. And then there was a sudden pull, and in that embrace, a lifetime of memories was made before they said goodbye. Souls parted but love survived

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Three Posts Using the Word Passim

Hey Dear Fellow bloggers, hope your week is going fine. Here is my next attempt to write three different posts using the word “Passim” –  A Thought, a poem, and flash fiction. I am providing links to all the three posts below. Let me know your views and thoughts.

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Passim  – A Thought

In every thought you exist like some passim of aberrant love.

Passim  – A Poem

Scattered hues of emotions
on the wide-open canvas of my heart,
I brace every moment
and praise the Lord,
for all my thoughts,
my deeds,
my vibes,
have a shining armor
of the passim,
a faith that embraces me
every moment of my life

Passim – A Flash Fiction 

She intently went through every highlight marked in yellow, orange and red hues, looking for that one underline  she marked in the yonder yesteryears, the passim of her lost love in the sea of texts

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Passim – A Flash Fiction

She intently went through every highlight marked in yellow, orange and red hues, looking for that one underline  she marked in the yonder yesteryears, the passim of her lost love in the sea of texts

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Three Posts Using the Word Throng

Hey Dear Fellow bloggers, hope your week is going fine. Here is my next attempt to write three different posts using the word “Throng” –  A Thought, a poem, and flash fiction. I am providing links to all the three posts below. Let me know your views and thoughts.

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Throng  – A Thought

The loneliness that drapes my mind, I often try to evade throng in the crowd but miserably fail for the ostensible world can hardly give any company to an aberrant heart

Throng  – A Poem

He was lonely,
a lost soul,
though thronged deep in a crowd

Throng – A Flash Fiction 

She ran as if it was her last sprint to freedom, and holding fear in her eyes and hope in her soul she dashed. She carried the burden of lonesomeness, the horror from the past and depressions of yore way too long. Now she desired to accost people, talk her fear out, feel comforted and be loved. So, she bulldozed her way to be with a crowd. Will she get respite surrounded by a throng? For in a crowd you may not be lonely but can still be alone

Prompt given by talented Manic Sylph

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Throng – A Flash Fiction

She ran as if it was her last sprint to freedom and holding fear in her eyes and hope in her soul she dashed. She carried the burden of lonesomeness, the horror from the past and depressions of yore way too long. Now she desired to accost people, talk her fear out, feel comforted and be loved. So, she bulldozed her way to be with a crowd. Will she get respite surrounded by a throng? For in a crowd you may not be lonely but can still be alone

 

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Evince – A Flash Fiction

She never evinced her leaping heart desires and put forward a defiant face defeating the surge of emotions hidden beneath those dark shades, until the day when he arrived, peeling her aberrations layer by layer until her soul was exposed to his smiling heart  

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Three Posts Using the Word Opuscule

Hey Dear Fellow bloggers, hope your week is going fine. Here is my next attempt to write three different posts using the word “Opuscule” –  A Thought, a poem, and flash fiction. I am providing links to all the three posts below. Let me know your views and thoughts.

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Opuscule  – A Thought

The opuscule she weaved drenched in love is far superior to any vibrato of an opera’s aria

Opuscule  – A Poem

he never expressed her thoughts
though she desired,
but never found the courage
to expose her soul
and then one day
with a timid voice
she recited an opuscule and a masterpiece was created for a lifetime

Opuscule – A Flash Fiction 

The aria from the distance beaconed life in a short burst, making him desirous and soon thinning away in a whiff. The opuscule kept him delirious the whole night

Prompt given by talented Manic Sylph

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