Saumaya Gupta shares her story ‘Still Love’ for #QuinTale-53. Please read and share yours for this #writingprompt: https://penmancy.com/quintale-53
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Saumaya Gupta shares her story ‘Still Love’ for #QuinTale-53. Please read and share yours for this #writingprompt: https://penmancy.com/quintale-53
#writingcommunity #writing #flashfiction #amwriting #contestalert
There lives a lion, one day in the streets of Kabul, the next in that of Nepal. From Egypt to Siberia, he has seen everything,
Incy wincy emotions, Sometimes just wash out, Down come some problems, Which fill you up with doubt. But out comes the smile, And dries up
The wind howls loudly, as my boots crunch in the snow. The smell of fresh pine trees makes the air feel sharp and refreshing. The
On my way back home from a usual four mile run, I notice a piece of paper stained with red ink, allowing my nosy self
“May I?” asks Alastair solicitously, surprising me with his concerned tone. I nod in response, bracing myself. He brings his hands slowly towards my sleeve,
An overcast of clouds loomed over the city of ‘Obsequium ‘. The rumbles of the roaring thunder, and the howling winds, made the city look
A glow stick must be snapped for it to glow. The pale moon shone like a silver claw in the melancholy night. Stars spread across
“Magic is what we also make. The shackles of factions we will break,” roared the fuming mob of goblins and elves. They have had enough
The yellow and orange hues of the sun’s radiation fill the afternoon sky. As I amble past the well groomed petunias and daisies, I notice
These soul and heart are deep sodden with blue hue, Not even a single soothing hand by side. Only the purple orchids hold me alive,
Nothing hurts me anymore, I feel free, A new beginning past all my troubles, It seems I have traced my lock’s missing key, Rolling down