The Circle

“Life comes in full circle, isn’t it?” asked Inchara with pain.

“Yes honey and the circle is always complicated”.

Inchara my seven year old girl replied ” I don’t want circle, i prefer a square.”

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Written for Trifextra: Week Ninety-Five

And now your Trifextra prompt. This weekend, writers, it’s up to you. We want you to choose a word and use it three times in your 33 words. However, it must be either a verb, noun or adjective and the form of the word cannot change, it must appear exactly the same three times. Please highlight your chosen word in your piece before linking up below.

Happy writing!

 

ME?

Daily Prompt: A Bird, a Plane, You!

You get to choose one superpower. Pick one of these, and explain your choice:

  • the ability to speak and understand any language
  • the ability to travel through time
  • the ability to make any two people agree with each other

Photographers, artists, poets: show us POWER.

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This is a bit tricky so i decided to be even more trickier 😛

Well i would choose the ability to make any two people agree with each other

but since these two people  would be from a previous era i would most certainly need the ability to travel through time

and yes! you have guessed the next one right , how else can i understand what they speak to each or how should i make them agree with each other if i didn’t know their language , well i would want the ability to speak and understand any language too  😛

POWER?

We always find a way to want it all 😀

The Shatter

The Shatter reverberated around the entire hall.

My safety compromised i looked at her, eyes moist.

“What happened to you? , You have changed” she shouted.

If only she knew how much she had hurt me.

I looked down , at the thousand pieces of broken emotions.

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Written for Daily Prompt : Safety First and Five Sentence Fiction

Lillie McFerrin Writes

How it happened

In response to Speakeasy #136

William Blake was an English poet and artist, who happened to be born in November. His painting, The Night of Enitharmon’s Joy, is considered to be one of his most brilliant works. You can find the details of the challenge here.

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The smell of smoke lingered in the air.  Only for a while , but long enough to make the young man come back into this world. For a moment he was lost in the present and slowly he came to understand his surroundings, where he was. He was at his favourite inn and he remembered sitting at the corner a while back.

“The while back must have been five hours back” chuckled he to himself.

No one would disturb him at his thinking place , The Landlady would take care of that.

As he got up to stretch himself he was hit by the cold storm he called “inspiration “. It made his mind hungry, ravaged his thoughts and made his body uneasy. He looked around at the corner of the window , there must have been something that caught his attention , made his thought drift towards there.

She turned back to see. A Lady. He didn’t know her but he knew her beauty there. He had never seen anyone like her before. There was a magic around her soul that affected his. She was a commoner, but the beauty inside he knew, he always knew somehow.

His vision changed, he was in his world. His world he called mythology.

She was there guiding him towards the light. She would be his goddess , come to inspire mankind. He wouldn’t capture her beauty in one form , the magic would be spoilt.

He looked to her , as if understanding his plight she changed , there was now a boy and a girl behind her. He couldn’t see her face but he knew they were beautiful for they were her’s. She waved her left foot and as if by magic his book materialized there. She touched it with so much wisdom.

Wisdom.

The vision changed. Memories flooded , he saw  an owl staring at him in the woods. He looked at  it and suddenly he felt fear.

Fear.

His vision changed. He was in another part of his world.

Something moved in the shadows, a silent growl , a screeching echo. He saw a cat upside down , staring at him and suddenly it flew towards him. He adjusted his eyes and the cat now had the body of a bat . It was coming towards him blood- thirsty.  He ran.

Blood-thirsty.

His vision changed. He was by the river.

He was hungry and he went to eat the thistle instinctively. thistle? He looked around he felt different. He was now an ass. He felt oddly elated. No longer had he to toil hard , and suddenly he came back to his senses. He looked towards the river, there was this blood-thirsty crocodile coming towards him. He had to run , he had to save the ass. But he was the ass.

Thunders clashed.

He was again himself,  standing in front of her. She was smiling at him.

And then the understanding dawned. He was surprised at the clarity of it.

The owl, the bat-cat, the ass, the crocodile.

His foolish wisdom, his fear,his innocence,his blood-thirsty need for knowledge.

Magic.

He had been affected by it in ways he never dreamed of. And all because of her.

She would be his Goddess of Magic. She would be his  Enitharmon.

He started running towards her and then suddenly water. Water everywhere. He was drowning.

“Get up!” he heard the Landlady shouting.

“I have been trying to wake you up from the past hour, it’s already night”

“Night?” he thought.

He was lost in The Night of Enitharmon’s Joy.

He was back on earth. He slowly opened his eyes and stared at the Landlady in front of him. She was standing there holding a bucket ignorant of everything, Ignorant of his world.

And then he knew what he wanted to do, the cold storm “inspiration” hit him again. He wanted to freeze time on a canvas. He wanted to paint his visions.

Nothing, Nothing in the world would stop him from painting Enitharmon.

He ran towards the door, he wanted to paint as quickly as possible. He wanted to capture his vision and freeze it in a canvas for eternity.

As he ran he heard the distant voice of the Landlady ” You have left your paints , Mr.Blake”

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This is just my feeble attempt to capture the magic William Blake must have gone through.

Companion in love

Photo Credits : redorbit.com

Photo Credits : redorbit.com

Dabbling with my companion of love

I lie there

A replenished young lover

 

Caught in the mysteries of a path called life

I find my way back to her, always

And that sets us apart.

 

Seeing her again over the horizon

I forsake all doubts, all shadows.

I run, run till i am close

 

I am lost again seeing her smile

A lone remainder of trust found

And love renewed.

 

I hug her,

The embrace exchanges our strength

Photo credits : stock arch.com

Photo credits : stock arch.com

We walk back into life, hand-in-hand.