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White & Black

Photo by Shirly Niv Marton on Unsplash

The sovereign has decided, to put their foot down. The enemy has burnt his bridges, and it’s time they burnt theirs.

The allies from different regions were invited to the grand reception to discuss the future chain of events. The drawing room gradually started filling. The pressure was building up. Each one had a different opinion, like chalk and cheese, about what should be done, about the invader and the war in their near sight.

As the sun was above the heads, the reception is in full swing. All the elite from the high society was assembled to discuss their enemy’s black and white moves, the spindles hummed steadily ceaselessly on all the sides.

©Shweta, 2019 All rights reserved!
Originally published on Written Tales

Becoming ME - A poem

Photo by Steinar Engeland on Unsplash

A few years ago

I always kept running

Running from all the problems

all that haunted me

all the negatives I was succumbing to

all that hurt me despairingly;

Searching for the one thing,

that would set me free

from all which afflicted me;

In time, looks like

I stumbled upon it

giving myself time to be me

attaining inner peace and silence

believing in what life has made me,

for everything I have become

and everything I am yet to be!

Author’s Note: Take time to and live through and accept what you have been through. Give yourself a chance to grieve and heal. Gradually, you will see a new self emerging out of the darkness and you will fall in love with yourself!

Originally published in A Cornered Gurl

ThanksGiving - A poem

I am thankful for a little too many things in my life —

Because I am not alone

Because I have a pie in the sky!

Because there is love & honour

Because there are laughs & tears!

Because I snuggle at night

in the warm moonlight sight!

Because my clothes fit a little too tight

Which means I have a healthy appetite!

Because I pay taxes

Which means I am employed!

Because there are every day chores

Which means I have a sweet home!

Because I have an education

Which means I can read the books on the shelves!

Because I have words wanting to breathe

Meaning I write poems all the time!

Because there is always something to be thankful about

Which means you are so alive!

Author’s Note: Just a small gesture of gratitude for all that I am blessed with each day! Thank you for all the readers for the support.

A Shot - A Flash Fiction

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As he walks out of a rehab centre, pristine and white snowfall accompanies him, when a familiar face catches his attention. A face he was trying to forget, a crackhead from his gang.

He walks towards him & wishes him & in return he gives him a gift — needle drug shot!

Flash Fiction for prompt - "Worst Gift"

Resentful Escape - Flash Fiction

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His eyes were cold and lifeless, as he stared at the woman from the other side of the glass.

She could hear him scream, — “Don’t leave me, please save me!”

He was trembling with fear when they tied him up to the chair.

With a bleeding heart, she headed out of the back door, to never return. No one will ever know what she had done.