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The Visit

The nights have been stormy and on one of such stormy nights, Indira sneaked into an enemy kingdom.

Soundlessly skirting a gargantuan fountain with splashes of indigo, Indira slipped into the queen’s bedchamber.

Queen Sapphire opened her mouth to scream, when she saw Indira, but Indira covered her mouth.

“My apologies, your highness. I mean no harm, but time’s of the essence and I need your help.”

“Who are you?”

“I am Indira. Emperor Sergei’s wife. I need to talk to you — woman to woman, your highness.”

“In this manner?”

Aye. To prevent bloodshed.”

“I’m listening.”

Weekend Writing Prompt #195 – Gargantuan
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During a Pandemic

Crownie was mildly petrified.

She needed to pee…! During a pandemic!

It was during a wedding, that was being held during a pandemic, she corrected herself.

She grumpily made her way to the convenience.

A public convenience…she shuddered and sprayed herself with sanitising spray.

She sprayed her way into the convenience, ignoring a female guest who gave her a weird look.

As she used her own tissue — thank you! — she saw a padlocked tissue box.

Photo by Trish Nankivell

Ewwww! Who would want to steal tissue from a public toilet during a pandemic?! Crownie thought in horror as she sprayed her way out.

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February 2021 Writing Prompts – All Inclusive

Little by little, I had to recover

From misshapen realities that hit me like feverish fiascos

Little by little, I am building up what was lost

Like the egg nest, I strived to have

Little by little, I will recover

The heart of who I am

Little by little, turbulent tranquillity is giving way

To tranquillitybeyond bliss

Stormy nights of real realities

Creating an illusion of waving winter wheat and faceless faces

If I were the wind

On balmy days

I will sail into the wild

Over splashes of indigo

And magenta in twilight

Because of you, O faceless faces

Of an unspoken language

I had to settle for turbulent tranquillity

In the midst of feverish fiascos

Whiles wishing and trying to reach

For the candy cabinet

Of the day after eventually

Eventually…

Maybe the day after eventually

I shall open my egg nest

Of an unspoken language

In painted words

The heart of who I am

Homespun fabric

With patches of moldy mishaps,

And splashes of indigo

In painted words

For nearly burying yesterdays

Of the heart of who I am

— the candy cabinet of splashes of indigo and magenta in twilight beyond bliss….

May the faceless faces

Of misshapen realities and stormy nights

Both impressive and ludicrous

Be lost in lava swirls and twin flames forever

One last reminder

Real realities

Are a mix of balmy days, stormy nights,

Splashes of indigo,

Magenta in twilight

Both impressive and ludicrous

Little by little, an unspoken language will become painted words of understanding, beyond bliss in splashes of indigo…

February 2021 Writing Prompts