Weekly Haiku Challenge #43: Source and thought

This week’s challenge from Ronovan involved the words source and prompt. Here’s my attempt at the haiku :

Broken

Wrecked heart cannot cope,

with shattered thoughts and crushed soul,

need a source of hope.

How the Haiku is read:

Wrecked heart cannot cope with shattered thoughts and crushed soul.

With shattered thoughts and crushed soul, need a source of hope.

I’ll admit its a bit on the darker side – trying to balance out the lighter ones that I posted last week .

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Weekly Haiku Challenge #42 : Love and last

This week’s haiku challenge from Ronovan included the words Love and last. The prompt words immediately conjured up lots of images and I was quite excited to attempt them. I even managed to include a haiku dedicated to waffles!!

Writer’s inspiration

To write, I set you

free – you stupidly returned;

Alas, our love will last.

Teenage love

“Our love, tests shall pass;

but you got a new boyfriend,

oops, that did not last!

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Insatiable

Rich belgian waffle,

not a moment does it last,

fleeting taste of love.

Weekly ten-word story challenge

I discovered a new weekly writing challenge on Esther Newton’s Blog. It’s a fairly straight-forward (does not mean easy though) challenge.

Challenge: Write a ten-word story, using the words ‘bamboozled’, ‘banoffee’, ‘Horatio’, ‘afro’ and ‘twerk’.

Here are my entries:

Horatio bamboozled a banoffee pie while twerking in his afro.

The bamboozled banoffee pie made Horatio twerk his afro.

While twerking, Horatio bamboozled a banoffee pie in his afro.

Haiku Challenge 38 – rest & ill

It’s easter weekend and with all the ‘extra’ time, I’ve attempted to write haikus twice for the last week’s haiku challenge! However, being the brilliant genius me, I completely forgot to post it *groans*! Anyway, here they are:

Life and Death- a haiku

A happy illness,

the tragedy that is life,

rest at last in death.

The love affair
Love-sick moon spins round,
the earth in a restless rut,
reels round the sun, but.
Hope you’ve had a good easter!

Woman

I first bumped into this weekly Haiku Challenge on Felicity’s blog. 

I found the concept quite interesting and since I’ve lazing about in my comfort zone for far too long, I decided to jump right into deep end ! Here’s my attempt at the Haiku (hopefully it classifies as a Haiku): the prompt words are foul and sweet.

 

Angelic sweet love,

Only she possesses extreme,

Hell’s foul wrath when scorned.

 

In response to Weekly Haiku Challenge 37 from Ronovan Writes.

Forgotten

Suddenly a gleaming ray of light, bouncing off from inside the dull bookshelf greyed under decades of dust caught my eye, the shine beckoning me from the depths of eternity pulling me closer.

My curiosity escalated, shivers ran down my spine as I moved through the ancient rubble amidst the swelling cloud of dust and uncovered an aged black leather bound book with a beautifully intricate, mind-numbing spidery gold design, clasped shut with an antique brass lock, titled in calligraphic letters – ‘ The forgotten history of the world.’

Forever enticed by the fatal attraction for the mysterious realms, I walked back to the shopkeeper and hastily, albeit with mixed emotions parted with a hefty portion of my meagre pocket money making the object of my new found excitement all mine!

With shaking hands I took the key, walked out of the antique bookshop into a sunny afternoon and promptly found a safe haven under the cooling shadow of a tree in a deserted park to unravel the secrets of the globe.

As my unsteady hands unlocked the book and frantically broke open the clasp, releasing its contents to the world, I was dumbfounded to find series after series of empty pages- all blank, forgotten!

In response to :

Five Sentence Fiction – Forgotten

This week’s word: FORGOTTEN

House on Fire

Erin woke up coughing, strangled by the murderous hands of a thick smoke. The acrid vapours burned her watering eyes as she tried to peer some sense through the haze of the vapour filled room. A piercing cry of pain jolted her to reality as she realised the house was on fire. Frightened and still shocked, she stumbled out of the bed sheets, still choking, ran towards the bedroom door. Halfway through the fuming corridor, lit in golden flames, she remembered her “Apocalypse kit” – the kit she had prepared for whenever disaster struck. “Oh! I need to get that!!” breathing heavily through her mouth covered by her palm, she made her way back to the room. She could barely discern the outline of the giant king size bed amidst the rapidly building smoke laden with the stench of burning wood and paint. Hastily she kneeled, the heated floor burning against her knees and fished blindly for the kit in the chasm of dark smouldering vapour. Tears welled in her in her eyes, from the smoke and despair; she was just about to give up when her hand brushed against the rough fabric of the bag. In the blink of an eye, she grabbed the bag and was up on her feet, perspiring heavily. Hurriedly yet cautiously she made her way back through the corridor, down the stairs and ran out the front door for her life, the jaws of deadly flames lapping at her feet.

Charred and covered with soot, she stumbled into the front garden welcomed by her favourite pooch; Fluffy ran up to her – a ball of fur, wagging tail and a wet tongue and soothingly licked her soot-covered, tear stained face. James jumped out of the recently approached car and hugged Erin, relieved to find her safe – looking worriedly at the house now engulfed in fire, emitting bright orange-yellow sparks and spewing out noxious fumes. He had received a call while he was on his late night shift and had rushed home. Thankfully, all he held precious was safe. Emotions overwhelmed him and he weeped of relief, joy and thankfulness.

Meanwhile, Erin looked down at the blackened blue bundle of zipped fabric clutched with white-knuckled fists – her apocalypse kit. The sight of the bag took her back to the day she had made it. She had seen on the television, a reality show documenting the story of a family that survived a fire. Their entire life had been snatched away by the disaster. The experience had left her shuddering, The thought of losing all her memories, her life, sent chills down her spine. She had decided then, she would be prepared for the day should any ill-fortune ever befall her. Taking her favourite backpack, she had made her apocalypse kit – it consisted of all the things that would give her hope for times to come. It had a photo of her with her parents when she was 8 years old, a ceramic zebra gifted by her sister when she came out of the hospital and a letter written to her by her father just before he died. As an afterthought, she had put in her passport, some money, energy bars and a bottle of water.

Her thoughts were interrupted when James shook her to reality that the sirens of the firetruck came blaring into her consciousness.  It was only when the cold January night wind brushed against her body and she looked down at her underwear-clad body that realised- she had forgotten to wear any clothes!!!

In response to :

Burning Down the House

Your home is on fire. Grab five items (assume all people and animals are safe). What did you grab?

Burnt

Remember this prompt, when your home was on fire and you got to save five items? That means you left a lot of stuff behind. What are the things you wish you could have taken, but had to leave behind?

Emerald darkness

Halloween special!! My first attempt at some serious fiction, I hope you enjoy it!

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The smell of the damp night laden with malice stung her nostrils.

She found herself crouching on the asphalt of a dark alley surrounded by skyscrapers with eerily gouged windows. Before her mind could comprehend the fix she was plunged in, a terrifying unearthly scream iced the night air. Peering out from the corner of her adrumbal haven, like a hypnotised prey she stared, transfixed by the spectacle unravelling beneath the lamp post. On the ground lay a mangled form- now motionless, soulless in a nebulous pool of death. Unbelieving, wrinkled wide eyes stared blank with fear and mouth open was frozen mid scream; the horrific expression of the petrified face in the ground sent chills down her spine while the ferrous stench of blood, mingled with the curse of ungratified savages and burned inside her making her tremble.

Rising above the corpse, like a haunting melody, stood a towering silhouette; a formidable presence against the pitch melancholy of the night enfolding a lethal blade dripping lifeblood. Licking the last silvery drops of the shimmering soul off her blood-red lips she contemptously murmured, ” It would have been a lot easier for you if you had just agreed to give me your youth. Now you are too many pieces of far too old.” The juvenescent vixen threw her long dark haired head back and laughed maniacally; the resounding cackle heard by those six feet under. A gash across her tilted right cheek, the only corporeal feature against the marble of her skin, was illuminated under the light.

Without warning she stopped and abruptly spun around – the baleful lance clutched close to her bosom as the bright green eyes pierced into the darkness of the shadows. She sniffed the air like a hunting wolf while her eyes, fixed at the alley, blazed with predatory ravenousness, ready to strike its prey. “Aha, who have we here, another prize! Come out of the darkness darling.” She hissed, her voice letting escape the baseness of her soul. With a loud metallic clank of her heel, echoing against the deafening silence of the murk, she took a step towards the alley.

Back in the shadows, she stumbled back, moving closer to the heart of the murk, trying to make herself unseen. Terror filled her mind and fearful tears streamed down her cheeks while she scurried to get away from the advancing threat. Out of no where she found her back pushing against a wall- surrounded. No! she pounded with her fists against the wall, she was too young to die. No, not like this – it was far too soon. She didnt ask for this!! With her heart throbbing in her ears she tried to erode the walls with her hands. She whimpered in pain as her fingers bled and knees grazed, but she continued scraping in vain at the unrelenting fortification trying to find escape. The long black shadow of the medusa advanced, engulfing her little crouched form with its cold. She turned around, her lower lip quivering with fear. “Please- no, please … I beg you.. Please..” The words failed to leave her mouth and her throat dried as she gaped, her mouth hanging half open, as the face of the peril came into view. The moment her terrified gaze locked with the emerald stare, she found herself being violently sucked into a swift endless void.

Suddenly a shriek pierced her ears and she jerked up from the darkness in pain shielding her ears from her own voice. Blinded by the light and drenched in sweat, she shivered vigorously from the cold. She felt as if someone had plunged her head in the dreary depths of ice water refusing to let go. Breathlessly, she looked around at the covers, grasping and clutching – white knuckled- the irresolute feathery downs to affirm the resoluteness of reality. As her palms caressed the surface of the softness, relief doused over her fear parched mind. “Thank god, it was only a dream!” She whispered, her eyes filled with tears of joy at the extrication of the gloom.

Groggily pulling herself out of the warmth, she flinched as the cold sting of stone against her foot rang in her ears. Catching hold of the bedpost, she steadied herself. Once on her feet, she grabbed the vaporous fabric of her silk robe she hugged herself tighter, a flailing  attempt at retaining the quickly dissipating warmth, and walked towards the bathroom. As she leaned over the sink- slowly raising her head- she scrutinised her own reflection in the mirror that stared back at her through emerald eyes with the familiar murderous, hunting look, the red lips curving into a malicious smile.

She flung back her long dark hair, her beautiful face marred by a scar, and laughed…..

50 shades of grey

Daily prompt :

Local Color

Imagine we lived in a world that’s all of a sudden devoid of color, but where you’re given the option to have just one object keep its original hue. Which object (and which color) would that be?

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Wearing large, dark sunglasses that covered half her face in the summer night, Lisa cautiously pattered across the road; her ever-searching cane scanning her path for potential obstacles. She nearly jumped as someone hurriedly brushed past her from the back. Being blind in a sighted albeit unseeing world was difficult at times. But she wasn’t complaining, there were many a times when the world around her had shown gentle warmth, its love and capacity for compassion. There were times when she had wanted to cross the road – that was probably the most difficult thing to do, and almost every time there was someone who would stop by and offer to help her out. No, it wasn’t the hardship of being blind that pulled her down, in fact she saw it as a challenge – one that she was well on her way to conquering!

 She worked hard and was able to manage her way around her flat without a cane – anyone who saw her there, would never believe her lack of sight! But her lack of sight want all bane. It was because of her sightlessness that her sense of taste had heightened, and boy could she cook! She was so adept at art that one of the best restaurants in town had recently offered her a job in their kitchen (they also did their bit to make it hand-friendly for her)! Despite all these achievements, she always wished she could have a dog. Although, she could navigate the streets and the universe was generously kind, she wanted to be independent. That’s how she had always been and the fact that she had to constantly depend on others was what nagged her the most.

Maybe, with the new job I can get myself some lovable company, she thought. As she had just finished the thought, she found herself at yet another traffic-light. As she waited for the lights to change, she felt a stray drop of wetness hit her face.

Rain! At this time? She mused. Without warning she was covered in a heart warming drizzle. As the smell of the wet earth rose against the dissipating summer heat , she felt a happy swell in her chest – she wanted to dance. Slowly and gently , filled with the joy of living, her feet tapped to the rhythmic music of the pitter-patter.

“Help!” Someone screamed , ” this rain is washing away the colour from the world !!” Chaos ensued. People screaming, tripping, scrambled for cover as the showering waves became stronger. But Lisa, unfaltering, continued to dance to the rhythm of nature’s music – for the colours were all in her mind!

The voices in my head

I drag myself home, exhaused after a long, ceaseless, unfruitful day. I barely manage to stagger through the door and plopped on to the sofa drinking in the calmness of my rarely empty house. As the cushions deflated and the air squeezed out painfully through the seams under my couch-potatoness, I flipped open my laptop – my sole means of company (and light) at this dark hour. Browsing throught the internet, I stumble across today daily prompt page and begin to read.

Imaginary Friend

Many of us had imaginary friends as young children. If your imaginary friend grew up alongside you, what would his/her/its life be like today? (Didn’t have one? write about a non-imaginary friend you haven’t seen since childhood.)

“Me, me !! It’s talking about me you moron! “ it piped up.

“What the hell are you thinking about looking at the computer screen like a slow Loris? Hurry up, why is it taking so long for you to make up your mind?”

“What are you searching for now? There’s nothing under the sofa and no there is no one in the closet either… All rooms are empty you dimwit, what are you scared of ? It’s only me !! Stop jumping around, there is no one behind your back tailing you. STOP you moron! Listen to me will you? Stop getting scared and running around  the house like a rabid dog! Look what you are doing now, making us sweat. Ouch!! Why did you bump the foot in the wall?? What the hell are you looking at with that part-muddled, part-horrified look? GAH!!! You are making both of us look stupid. I guess I’ll come back when you are asleep.”  

Suddenly all goes silent as I tiptoe to the bathroom door holding my breath and barge in screaming “I KNOW it’s YOU ! COME OUT NOW!! Enough jokes!!” – sheer emptiness..

“BOO!”  

“Aaaaaaa” I shriek and jump around – just the wall staring back under the pale yellow light. I scream, “Who are you? Come out this very moment!”. I pull my hair like a loon, unable to think clearly. The bodiless, mocking voice causing terrorising anarchy in my head.

*booming voice*

HAHAHA!!  HAHAHAHA !!! “You doofus.” HAHAHA !!!

I shriek again, paranoid, ” Who are you? Stop playing games!!”.

“You are a serious moron sometimes, a dork dorky dork, a dunce, a BLOCKHEAD !!!”

Manically annoyed I yell, ” STOP THAT !!! I am NOT a MORON!! YOU are a MORON!!! Who the hell are you !!! ”

HAHAHA… ” Moron wants to know who I am, dimwit is shrieking with curiosity. Moron – I am the reason why you are never alone, the one who is forced to hide in the shadows during the day. Only at night, when you sleep can I creep out to my intimidating fullness – I am the one who gives you all “awesome” the thoughts in your head, the crux of why you do what you do. I am the reason why you’re even replying to the daily prompt right now, despite being shit scared – I am the puppeteer and you are my puppet !! I am the reason why you’ll never again sleep with the lights off…. MORON” MUAHAHAHAHAHA !!!

Oh my hodge-podginess !!! I have a crazy monster in my head – or is it under my bed??