Writer’s Quote: Bruce Lee

Writer’s Quote: Bruce Lee

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This week’s inspiration is from Martial Arts legend, Bruce Lee, his above words speak to me. Writing is like any other art, in the sense that, it is honed with constant practice. When we write everyday, it might appear to us like nothing has changed. If ever we do look back at the written works gathered over time, the change in our writings become visible.

Bestsellers and masterpieces aren’t created overnight, it takes effort and research and lots of writing. It’s a process of trial and error. We write, we erase some paragraph and add sentences to some pargraphs. We are continuously writing and trying to outdo the previous and that “constant zeal” makes all the difference.

This post is in response to writer’s quote Wednesday.

Flash Fiction: Sweet sweet revenge…

Flash Fiction: Sweet sweet revenge…

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Swoosh went the swing of her paintbrush splattering it’s content unapologetically. Lila dipped the brush blindly into one of the dozen paint buckets beside her just as she had done for over 15 minutes.

Relieved, she stepped back to view her masterpiece- something felt missing. Lila grabbed an innocent basket of cacti and dropped it on the roof of her project. Ah! Now that’s better, she declared.

She rummaged her pockets for the permanent marker she brought and completed her masterpiece with a few words-
“To Ed,
You can keep your ring, she’ll keep her daddy’s name.

Signed: your soon-to-be ex wife’s best friend.

Lila turned to leave when she sighted her best friend being too cosy with a man who wasn’t Ed, her husband. Doubt crept up on Lila, what if Ed wasn’t the reason for the divorce after all. But it was too late to undo the damage she had done. 


Word count: 152 words. This story is in response to Flash Fiction For Aspiring Writers photo prompt challenge. The above image is courtesy of Pixabay.com
P.S- the line “you can keep your ring, I’ll keep my daddy’s name” which is the original wording is a phrase I got from Miranda Lambert.

 

On reflections…

On reflections…

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I’ve loved and I’ve lost,
I’ve been hurt and I’ve hurt;
Tears have marked their place
On my sheet,
Nights have worsened the pains
I feel;
And through the process-
Of love and healing,
Of hurt and seeking,
Revenge or redemption,
A part of me
Has stayed, static.
The part that knows-
I’ve learned through ills,
And grown from pieces.

All that matters-

All that matters-

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Born on September
The fifth,
In the midst of a turmoil,
Family crisis;
And there you were-
Yellow eyes
Pale skin
Labelled “jaundice”;
I cradled your frail body
In my arms,
In my weary arms
Weary from the day’s trials;
You burped- I smiled
And that was it,
I had found my sunbeam.

And today-
To think you’d have been,
A past tense;
Engulfed
In flames dancing wildly;
Narrow escape,
They say;
Almost-
Almost didn’t make it;
But you did,
And that’s all that matters;
You’re still here-
That is all that matters.

I read a poem by Lang Leav-

I read a poem by Lang Leav-

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I read a poem by Lang Leav,
It’s titled change of heart;
And someday when we’ll meet again,
I’ll read it to you out loud;
And profess all the words I knew,
But couldn’t bring my tongue-
To echo the feelings of my heart,
While you left; I put them in words.

I’ll read the poem in rhyming tones,
And hope and wish and pray-
That you’d realise I loved you too,
Even more with each passing day;
And hope that it’s not too late,
For you to love me back-
With a ring upon my finger,
And the promise of a Lifetime.

IMAGE CREDIT: Crjnsmr.tumblr