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Forlorn Nights

Day7
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She walked to the door of emptiness
Her spirit is weary and tired
Looking through the side of her windowpane
She reckoned to call it a night
Her home is thousands of miles away
How she misses their kisses and smile
But she carries on and lives day by day
Making each day worth her while
She lives with a pair of zombies
And a neighborhood of varied worlds
A pair—
Who sleeps in her early morn
But wakes by the time she snooze
Neighbors—
Breathing with nameless faces
As she watched them come and go
And back at the windowpane, her eyes closed,
When the sun shines in the morrow
She vowed,
She’ll start anew.


I live oceans away from home, amidst the concrete jungle and city lights. But no matter how lively this city may be, I still crave for those peaceful nights back at home. This is the story of my life, oh well, the story of most of my nights. Here’s for Day 7 Writing 201 task. 🙂

Prompt: Neighborhood
Form: Ballad
Device: Assonance

Hiraeth

FFfAW
Credits: Priceless Joy

The rain poured down hard and the wind whipped sheets of water against the glass. Trees bent with the wind, bowing to a greater power. The sky flashed with lightning, and thunder roared, loud enough to quiver the windows.

You stared at the blurry world beyond the glass. Continue reading “Hiraeth”

Drapetomia

SPF 3

The town has become quiet and dark; and the shadows seemed oddly forbidding. The only thing that illuminates the murky evening was a cruise ship docked by the marina.

A sudden wave of homesickness hit her in a flash—not the kind that makes you gloomy and miserable—but the kind that reminds you of who you once were.

Every night she would crawl into this wharf, doing her best to remember. Remember the footsteps, the words said, and what it sounded like when her dad gets home; back to the age of princesses, when her mom calls her pumpkin as she kiss her under the glowing moon.

She felt a twinge– a strange and baffling twinge that she had never felt before. Now, more than ever, she longed to be transported into that peaceful modest place, to saunter, to take a key from her pocket and open the bedroom door, to sit by the hearth, to wrap her arms around them, and to stay there ad infinitum.

But as to when she will leave this town, she does not know.

She stared at the docked cruise ship, wondering if it’ll take her home.

Home. Where is home?

Word Count: 198


Ever since I started living oceans away from my family, I’ve always had this aching nostalgia whenever I see piers and ships. “There’s no place like home” – so they say; and it’s such a lump in the throat missing the old times.

Here’s for this week’s Sunday Photo Fiction prompt.

Sunday Photo Fiction is a weekly writing challenge hosted by Alastair Forbes where a photo is used as a prompt for a piece of fiction using around 200 words. The piece doesn’t have to center around exactly what the photo is, it can be just used as a basis for a story.

Enjoy more stories here. 🙂

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