Enchanted

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John my uncle was getting more impatient, my aunt Lucy more peculiar, and me in love each day. 

What shall we all be at this rate at the end of the coming year!

Upon enchanted by creative imagination, the new year embarked on her experience in the creative writing world. 

©Shweta, 2020
Originally published in The Friday Fix

Nonet the Night - A poem

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When the darkness takes over silence

hinting a ray of light through moon

reminding us there is a

silver lining, showing

up, when days are dim 

starless and grim

smile again — 

there is 

light!

Author's note: "Nonet the night” is attempting to write a nine-line poem following its syllabic form for each line describing the night or something about the night or an object enhanced by the night.

©Shweta, 2020 All rights reservedOriginally published on A Cornered Gurl. 

Wee Hours - A Short Story

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A dead silence ensued in the wee hours when a boy & the girl kept running. Their legs are hurting, their lungs are screaming saying, “We give up”, but they had to find their way!

Walking past them, a person covered in a grey coat and a hoodie. The boy asked if they were heading right, the lady confirmed the route they set out on. As they ran through the city at the wee hours in the morning, with limited people and vehicles, they felt lost!

After running and gasping for breath for about 15 minutes, they got a gut feeling, they were heading in the wrong direction. With the passing turn, they followed the track backward, delighted to see a guard standing at the subway. Upon consulting him, he directed them in the right direction. They continued running with the clock was ticking, their destination was nowhere to be seen. As they passed a few random people, the girl asked for directions, and the person said — “Hurry, run before 7 o’clock”! The boy & girl ran faster, up until they finally arrived at the London Bus station, and saw their bus they had to board!

©Shweta, 2020 All rights reserved!
Originally published in Written Tales 

Subway - Short Story

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The man ran up the stairs gasping for his breath.

He could feel his heartbeat, his head throbbing.

There was the sudden thrust of air pushing from one direction, and he heard the horn go off.

Blinded by melancholy, as the subway came closer, the man jumped!

He was gone, head crushed on the wheels of the subway train.

©Shweta, 2020. All Rights Reserved.

Scanning Life

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We are all young, happy and full of life once upon a time. We went to school, ran and jumped, cried and laughed, had our first crush, our first love, our first job, which on every occasion lit up our eyes are made out hearts race. Times pass by, we miss out as we work, work harder than yesterday forgetting ourselves, get married, bare babies, bare the weight life weighing down on our shoulders with relentless responsibility. Now when we sit quietly, stiffing and skimming through the pages of a magazine or scanning through television channels, we have our memories to spell out our life gone past by only regretting the choices we didn’t make or chances we didn’t take!

©Shweta, 2020. All Rights Reserved.

New Year Celebration - A Short Story

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I will see you in the New Year, a message lit up Victoria’s silent phone a few hours before midnight. There was a wooden frame on the shelve, a photo of her old flame, reminding her of paraphernalia with a grin on her face, an essence rekindling relationship.


Bashfully, with friends surrounding her, Victoria refilled her glass with Cabernet Sauvignon, continued to turn over the lifeless pages of their wedding album, making memories come alive.

A few minutes, before midnight, the doorbell rang with two officers, with handcuffed state criminal and the fireworks broke midnight, celebrating their reunion.



©Shweta, 2020

Rearrange

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Olivia wasn’t sure how 2020 should’ve started.

She liked her simple furniture despite being worn, simple wintry jackets though a decade old. She was just satisfied with all the old appliances that worked fine although the models were outdated. She did not go shopping during the Christmas for purchase of new clothes or gifts in spite of her mother tried to drag her out of her gloomy room. She suggested making some positive changes to perk up the monotony looming their life.

Olivia made a decision. She’d keep the old bits & bobs, but rearranging it, her house will breathe new life in itself and leave a sparkle.

As for the light blue flower box carved out of wood, it’ll remain as is in the corner of her room! Olivia was in denial with what plight her two-month-old endured, keeping the little one's gubbins, not ready to meddle or rekindle the heart-wrenching memories.


©Shweta, 2020

Edges of Cracks - A poem

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With constellations ever-changing

Those are stars behind the eyelashes

born from fire & stardust

there is a lightning shine in the armor

seen through edges of the cracks!

© Shweta 2019

Originally published on Medium.com

eDgY - A poem

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uNeVen…
making life an eDgY experience
learning to make way around it to fullest,
welcoming human experiences
often we forget broken edges of crayons,
creates beautiful exquisite work of art!

©2019 Shweta

Originally published on Medium.com