#Butterflies
This was the first one I wrote. It was a result of a conversation I was having with a friend. When a muse comes, you take it.
“Will I feel butterflies in my stomach again?” "No",
he said. "What I haven't destroyed with my presence, I will crush with my
absence"
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#Mirror
This was the second set of stories I wrote. You can submit
3 stories at a time with TTT and since I was trying to increase my writing
stamina, it seemed like a good idea to do 3. Surprisingly, this wasn’t as difficult as I had imagined it to be. It was however darker than I had expected it to be
"Goodbye Ammi", she apologized to her mirror, as her wrist
turned the basin red
Her hollow eyes looked for him in the mirror, trying to find
herself. Goodbye unceremonious, he left her, a stranger to herself
Blowing a kiss in the mirror, she felt beautiful. She won’t
let a ‘concerned’ neighbor tell all of curves that she wasn’t
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#Box
This was story set #3. Again, I had it quite easy with this
one. Maybe it was the fact that I am living out of boxes right now or the fact
that I feel so deeply about never being able to compartmentalize my life.
Either ways, made for a fun writing project
House was full of boxes.
Her life was in squares and his in circles. Love resided between mismatched
corners.
As her husband called out her name, she snapped the lid shut
tight. She could no more let memories of him out of the box.
Looking at her list she realized he didn’t check any of the boxes, except the one that said
butterflies.
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#Colors
Writing set #4. This was tricky. My first story was about
the Stanford Rape and the second one about domestic violence. I wasn’t sure if
my writing was getting the message across but I did it anyway. My small
contribution to a much larger debate. Third one was just me being cheesy
For the first time, behind the dumpster, she saw colors.
His was red, drunk on power, while hers was beige, in fear
She painted their future with the 7 colors of the rainbow.
She didn’t know the dominant color in her life would be the blue of her bruises
He watched her as she talked animatedly. For the first time
he noticed the color of her eyes. They were blue with a speck of love
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#Hope
Writing set #5. Never have I struggled with writing as much
as on this topic. The word had me stumped for a good two days and I
think it is more than evident in my writing. Not happy with the end product but
my brain currently refuses to process anything that I could attach to this
word. Calling this one a bad day and accepting it as a writer’s block
“You knew you were vulnerable and he was bad news. Why would
you give him all of you?” she asked angrily. “Hope” came the answer from within
“Tell me what you need?” “A smile, a hug, hope and a way to
mend my heart”, she replied ruefully.
“Ma, what does hope feel like?” she the 6 year old looking
at her father’s picture adorned with a garland. “A lot like your hug”
