Scribblings and scrawls of a hopeless romantic soul



Rose Among the Ghosts


He stared through the dissipating smoke, fascinated how this woman evolved from a wilted rose to a flower in full bloom. She loves silence now —

though there’s never a quiet time when you’re with ghosts.

“What?” Ariella asks.

“What?” He echoes, smiling.

“That look,” she rolled her eyes. “You’re laughing at me.”

“Why? You asked for peace and we left you for three days,” he shrugs, teasing her with a poker face. “Admit it. You missed us.”

Ariella’s eyes widen but her mouth curved to a smile. “Pretend you don’t see me, Gustav.”

“You’re the one who’s pretending, my rose.”

Word Count: 100

Written for Friday Fictioneers, a weekly writing challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields where a photo is used as a prompt for a hundred-word piece of fiction. The photo prompt this week is a courtesy of Dale Rogerson.

Last week’s prompt, I was inspired by Ali and wrote a prequel to his story. This time, I’ve decided to continue being a literary parasite (if the word exist) and take inspiration from another writer. This one is inspired by J.A. Prentice’s flash fiction titled An End to Solitude. I’m normally a scardey cat when it comes to ghosts and not-like-ours but I love how he twisted his story and gave it a lighter angle. 🙂

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Ghost of You


Ghost of You

when sadness knocks
on my door at night
and memories blanket
me with chill
when the ghost of you
creep like a phantom
would you know
how i feel?

when laughters are
fossilized in photographs
and warm touches
had already waned
do you sleep soundly
on a moonlit night
or think of how we
used to be?

© 2017 Maria. All Rights Reserved.

Written for A to Z Challenge: Letter G.

Today’s photograph from Reylia Slaby is untitled. You can find more of her works on her Facebook Page and Instagram account.

YAY! Let the challenge commence!


Read more 2017 A to Z Challenge entries here!

Ghosts and Landmines


I tiptoed on cobbled streets
Afraid that I may set off landmines
Where your memories hide
For I fear the explosion of nostalgia
Right before my eyes
So I treaded the long roads
With a watchful heart
Praying that I won’t get to see
Ghosts of the past

© 2016 Maria. All Rights Reserved.

In response to MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie’s photo challenge #126 and The Daily Post prompt: Ghost.

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Day 3
Artwork by Tu Hongtao

Ghosts no longer live

In haunted houses

And peepal trees

No, they no longer reside

In abandoned buildings

And eerie streets

Ghosts now live within me

In a memory

A nightmare in my sleep

And how dire it is

To be haunted at night

By someone

Who’s still alive


In response to Writing 101: Poetry

Day 3: Sleep

For Day 3, Rohit Pandey (aka R ‘I’ P) offers us a prompt on a theme we all care about: Sleep.

Sleep: a world where our thoughts rule.

A place where reality is overshadowed by dreams. A time when we transport our soul from the real world to the virtual. For some, the hours we spend asleep, alone and in peace, are the best of the entire day; for others, whether haunted by nightmares or unable to fall asleep in the first place, not so much.

It’s time to think deeply about sleep. Dive into the pool of night and let whatever it is you find there take poetic form. (I hope this prompt doesn’t make an insomniac out of you!)


Fright Night: Fears

In response to The Daily Post promptWhat’s the thing you’re most scared to do? What would it take to get you to do it?


In general, I believe we all have common fears: the fear of death, whether of our own or of someone we hold so dearly (God forbid); the fear of realizing our dreams– or not (reminds me of Paulo Coelho’s The Alchemist); the fear of failure; the fear of the unknown; the fear of falling in and out of love… and the list could go on. As for me, a lot of things seem frightening. But most of it, if not all, are manageable. These are fears that I can deal with– after a few deep breaths and a great deal of courage, of course. To give you an idea, here’s a few.


There are fears that I like to stick around. Like my fear of death-defying rides and my love for such. To spin around dizzying heights at great speed, with feet dangling, heart racing, and voice shrieking in delight. Classic!


There are also fears that I have to live with– just because. Like my fear of streets, highways, and other thoroughfares. The anxiety and palpitations whenever I’m faced with road intersections or pedestrian lanes makes me stand stiff. Irrational but it’s something that some poor souls have to deal with day by day.

As for the all time cliché, the fear of ghosts and of horror movies and stories, I rest my case. Need I say more? Although, more than the sight of those vile creatures, the sounds and sound effects scare just as much as the thunder over lightning. Those moans, howls, hums, and that ominous thud which makes a preface to a heart-stopping scene. And, yes, my overly playful imagination is partly to blame. Oh and by the way, didn’t I tell you Temple Run is just as terrifying, too? Ha ha, I never really liked the thought of someone chasing me to death and I remember throwing my friends’ phones while I’m at it!


Finally, the thing that scares me the most. These little plump, soft, squishy, and squirty creatures are my archenemy— be it a worm, larvae, or a caterpillar (to think they turn to be gorgeous butterflies 😦 ). I’ve dealt with slimy snakes, those scared me too, but unlike them I won’t have to worry if it’ll burst the minute I touch it. An exaggeration, I know, but what can I do? I can’t help it.  *Sigh*


How about you, what scares you the most? 🙂

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