Daily Prompt: For this week’s challenge, you must write a fifty-word story. Not five thousand, not five hundred, but precisely fifty words. I dare you to peel off layers of your skin and show your true blood. It will all be tainted; each drop, every shade wreaking mayhem. Red Rage, Falu-Red fraud, Scarlet sloth , Carnelian cupidity, Venetian vile, Sangria … More Shades of red | Daily Prompt: Fifty
A friend shared an interesting blog article with me the other day. In it a fellow blogger wrote twenty eight lessons that she had learnt in her twenty eight years. Many have done it before but I loved the idea. I thought I would try my hand at it too. And no I don’t have … More My Thirty years and the lessons I have learned
I never thought I was one to blabber on about my children. I was wrong. Most of it comes from an unending urge to remember their little quirks and moments as they grow up. And since I have a memory quite unworthy for a round of applause, I thought I’d pour some it out here. … More My babies
It’s all getting colder by the day. Not the kind of cold that easily goes away by donning an extra sweater, or roasting your toes in front of the heater. It’s getting so very cold. Hearts are freezing. Icicles are now inhibiting a once warm and cozy arterial system. Cold stares, chilled smiles, frosty faces, … More A warm heart and a cold storm
Nida Khan Writes 