PHOTO PROMPT – Copyright – Renee Heath

PHOTO PROMPT – Copyright – Renee Heath


“Tell me honey why does the wax melt to give us light?”

“Ohh Well , i don’t know exactly but..”

“We never know anything exactly sweetheart , the world’s a changing stage ,  a changing change in motion”

“Well that’s some mature thinking but the wax..i think it teaches us the significance of pain.”

“You are on the right track dear , go on..”

“So it teaches us to let go of our pain and spread happiness to others?”

“In a way it does , but what is it similar to?”

“I am not sure.”

“The wax melts , like my heart..”

“I love you baby”

“I love you too.”




This is my 100th post since i have started blogging and is dedicated to someone special.

Thank you , for encouraging me to start blogging.

Thank you , for being there always.

Thank you , for just everything.


First Fifty

He looked at her while she slept.
His Princess lying close to him in so much pain.
He wiped a tear and looked at her closely. The smile was still there , the love still transparent.
Only , only if he could always be there for her.
And then he woke up.


Written For :

Weekly Writing Challenge: Fifty


 You , a reality in a vivid dream.

My dream.

You , a light in my darkness.

My light.

You , a honest blaze in my life.

My life.

You , trueness in an entirety.

 My entirety. 

You , colourfull in every way.

My colour.

You , a happiness in search.

My happiness.

You , a pain borne.

My pain.

You , love in it’s purest.

My love.

You , an angel.

My angel. 

The Search

Hi Trifectans!! I so love photo challenges , here’s mine!

She glided past the window.

A lone woman in search of happiness.

A ghost , a gift of nature.


She merged in her book.

A woman on an eloquent quest.

An angel ,  nature’s gift.


Malita : Friday Fictioneers

Write a one hundred word story that has a beginning, middle and end. (No one will be ostracized for going a few words over the count.) You can find the details of the challenge here.

Copyright – Adam Ickes

Copyright – Adam Ickes


When the little shoes of the Jones was stolen , he was upset. It was a birthday present from his dearest mother whom he had lost recently.

The grief now doubled. He wanted to die.


Just then , he saw a bright light in front of him.

The angel of life spoke to him ” Child , you are still young. You can’t die. You have your whole life ahead of you and you will be one of those people whose gonna save your planet’s climate and bring sense to your people. You will save mankind.”

“What’s mankind? ” he asked.

“Well you won’t understand. And since i can’t bring back your mother so am gonna go and bring back your shoes. Wait here” .


She found it. In her hurry she forgot to see the picture of Malita staring at the shoes.

She appeared again and gave it to him.


There was a commotion in the market.

Malita the legend of the Red Indians was back and roaming the streets.


Caught in the way of loving her

A parallel universe drifted beside

Tides of pain took me there

Escape was never an option by my side


I looked around

Blue shades of tree lay overgrown

New joy hit my wandering heart

By pain i was wrought


The ocean rises

Red shades of water catches me

I begin to realise i miss

Her, an angel i forgot to see


I want to drift back

To my universe

And to melt

In her arms