Scribblings and scrawls of a hopeless romantic soul


writing 101


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!)


A playful veil

Day 2

I stared at the girl in a little black dress

She stood looking youthful and classy

I recognized her and her bright auburn hair

Those red-tinted lips speaks of fierce

Her eyes fixed on mine and then I realized

She was not a stranger, she was me

From rags to riches, grief to bliss

She made through it all, she should be happy

But her smile is a shroud

To the depths of her misery

To the pits of agony,

A playful veil

For she may have gained the rest of the world

But in meaning and purpose, she failed.

In response to Writing 101: Poetry

Day 2: Reflections

Prompt 2 is a courtesy of Melinda Kucsera.

On water, in puddles, in glass, in mirrors – reflections can clarify, blur reality, or fracture it altogether. They can serve up surreal images or a perspective that’s unexpected. Whether it’s street light-reflected raindrops or the sky distorted in a half-melted patch of ice, reflections are nature’s funhouse mirrors.

Reflections are not limited to non-living objects. Our bodies reflect our internal health and our clothes reflect our lifestyle. We also reflect internally upon our world, our physical state, or on ideas bouncing around inside our skulls.

Clear or distorted, in your poem today tell us something about the reflections you see — in the world or in yourself.

Ironborn: then, now, and for always

FFfAW 1“Fascinating, isn’t she?” said a voice stirring her thoughts.

The balmy summer breeze is a complete contrast to the humid atmosphere as Maya stared at the Casterly Rock.

“Father.” She smiled.

He stood up on the edge of the balcony’s railing and swung his legs over and sat on it. “I see you fancy the view, eyeing on the still and crisp scenery, a penny for your thought my dear?”

“They said that place was a holocaust. Bones and flesh of the infamous Greyjoy family, butchered and mangled, lay in ashes in the ruins of Casterly Rock. Is it true?” she asked.

“A boy did escape, that, they didn’t know.” He stared. “The boy traveled the vast oceans, learning how to read and write, studying the conduct of chivalry and courtesy, understanding the mysteries of faith, and dressing in silk and velvet. A new man he became but when you look into his eyes the sea will always be there—cold, grey, and brutal.”

“I’d like to meet him in this lifetime.”

“Oh dear, you already did.”

Here’s my 177 word story for the Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers challenge. This week’s photo prompt is provided by TJ Paris. It is actually my first try and I find the dare really fun. 🙂

PS. When I first saw the photo, GoT came into mind in a heartbeat and ,yes, I just have to pep it up.

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