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.

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