Bloodied wings.

“No one can build you the bridge on which you, and only you, must cross the river of life. … There is one path in the world that none can walk but you. Where does it lead? Don’t ask, walk!” ~ Nietzsche.   Out my grilled windows of opportunity, I eyed the wings hung outContinue reading “Bloodied wings.”

Breathe.

Her husband sat her down at the bed. She’d just taken a hot water bath. She placed her towel on her shoulder to soak up water from her wet hair. She inhaled deeply. This wasn’t the first time she had to answer the questions. This wouldn’t be the last. “How did it happen?” “What didContinue reading “Breathe.”

Bloodied Hell.

Theresa sat across the table from her boyfriend, Brandon. She lightly patted his hands. She looked at them. His nails were chipped, chewed at in places. There were patches of blue around his nails. She looked up at him and then looked away. She needed to be sure. “Will you now tell me where haveContinue reading “Bloodied Hell.”

Six Word Story #3 (Includes a surprise challenge!)

First cry. Bloody hands. Smiling Dad. Graciously Yours! P.S. : I also came across this adorable picture below, while surfing. I think it deserves a separate six word story. This time I want one from you. Are you up for the challenge? Leave your stories in the comments below. Pictures Courtesy : Pinterest.

VIBGYOR

The violet orchids you held out for me, Looked striking against the indigo dress I wore, As your smiling blue eyes mesmerized me, making my heart race, The ladies around stared, envious and green. We drove back to your place, yellow lights shining against the night city sky, I stirred in your arms, awakening to the orange huesContinue reading “VIBGYOR”