Wednesday, February 18, 2015

Let's paint the town red: Written for Wordy Wednesday #5 at B-A-R

There was palpable excitement in the air.
They were gearing up for a day like no other. A town this small had never witnessed a celebration this big. 
Let's paint the town red, they guffawed as they collected everything they would need for the big day.
The headcount was done once more, for the umpteenth time, and the numbers going up bought more fervor to the already mounting excitement.
People would be stunned at the display they joked and God would be invoked by the disapprovers they bantered, as they worked in tandem
The big day finally arrived. 
Bathed and dressed, each looked at the other with approval in their eyes and they made their way into town together.
Screams greeted them as they let out gunshots. Men, women and children invoked God as they fell like dominoes, stunned and surprised at what they saw. 
An army of crazed men shooting the town down, painting it red.

Monday, November 10, 2014

Picture Prompt: Written for the #November #15to50 challenge

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Nina dumped Bruce’s dinner before him and began her tirade, ‘You never buy me flowers! Or take me out! Or tell me you love me!’

Bruce looked down at his mangled dinner, then towards his wife’s face and sighed, ‘Stop eavesdropping on people, Nina. We don’t need to do these things. We are insects!’

Tuesday, October 28, 2014


Sometimes I reek of stale dreams
and shards of splintered vows pierce my hopes
The horizon is tinged with hues of regret
As reminiscences of a promised happiness take me to places I don't want to go
That's when I shrug off my cape of despair
As I inhale lungfuls of faith
And hem my blessings with gratitude
And begin to rewrite my fate

(C) M*S*N 28/10/2014

Saturday, October 11, 2014

Word Prompt : On The Beach: Written for the #15to50 Challenge

On The Beach

An indignant blush crept up her neck and bloomed on her face. 

How dare he use such language, she fumed inwardly!

Twisting the ends of her napkin in her hands, she was contemplating a quick exit when the waiter
repeated, “For a tangy drink, shall I suggest a, Virgin Sex On the Beach, ma’am?”

Linking this to the Fiction Challenge ‘From 15 to 50′

Thursday, September 25, 2014

The Husband Chronicles - Part 21

The Husband has developed amnesia. 

The convenient kinds.

He 'forgets' what all I cook/have cooked, despite eating it all. 
Every bit of it. AND enjoying every morsel.

Now you know why I Facebook all my food pictures?

Friday, September 12, 2014

Three in a row #15to50

It was time to be ruthless. Being merciful hadn’t paid.
It was her peace of mind that was paramount now. They didn’t matter anymore.
She spotted her targets. It was now or never.
Taking a deep breath, she aimed.
Whack! Whack! Whack!
How harmless they looked in death. 
Three dead mosquitoes.