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Journey

3 September 2021 at 00:30

I’m re-posting this one from my archives in response to Eugi’s Weekly Prompt, Sept 2, 2021. The prompt word is β€œJourney” and the challenge is to come with a post using the prompt word. Here’s my tiny tale about a journey

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Three Line Tale #46: The empty classrooms

2 September 2021 at 13:28

The empty classrooms and playgrounds were tired of the deafening silence.
Gone were the days when little humans graced those buildings with their presence.
In a world where online classes were the norm, the school buildings felt abandoned, lonely, and unloved.

This post was written in response to the Three Line Tales, Week 292Β prompt by Sonya. Thanks to Sonya for hosting this challenge. If you want to participate, please visit the link for instructions and other guidelines!

I feel so sorry for all the students and teachers who have to cope up with online classes. It is not easy for both the parties involved. A return to offline classes does sound risky, especially considering the mutations and the contagious nature of the virus. But things are slowly returning back to normal. I hope that soon, a day will come when the old world order would be restored.

For the visually challenged readers, the image shows a classroom with several rows of vacant tables and chairs for the pupil as well as the teacher.

Image courtesy: Ivan AleksicΒ via Unsplash

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Journey

3 September 2021 at 00:30

I’m re-posting this one from my archives in response to Eugi’s Weekly Prompt, Sept 2, 2021. The prompt word is β€œJourney” and the challenge is to come with a post using the prompt word. Here’s my tiny tale about a journey

Stay safe.

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Three Line Tale #46: The empty classrooms

2 September 2021 at 13:28

The empty classrooms and playgrounds were tired of the deafening silence.
Gone were the days when little humans graced those buildings with their presence.
In a world where online classes were the norm, the school buildings felt abandoned, lonely, and unloved.

This post was written in response to the Three Line Tales, Week 292Β prompt by Sonya. Thanks to Sonya for hosting this challenge. If you want to participate, please visit the link for instructions and other guidelines!

I feel so sorry for all the students and teachers who have to cope up with online classes. It is not easy for both the parties involved. A return to offline classes does sound risky, especially considering the mutations and the contagious nature of the virus. But things are slowly returning back to normal. I hope that soon, a day will come when the old world order would be restored.

For the visually challenged readers, the image shows a classroom with several rows of vacant tables and chairs for the pupil as well as the teacher.

Image courtesy: Ivan AleksicΒ via Unsplash

Stay safe.

Don’t hesitate to like, share and subscribe. πŸ™‚

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Β© 2021 Shweta Suresh. All rights reserved.

One-liner Wednesdays #56

1 September 2021 at 12:05

Recollect

(verb)

When you are desperately racking your brains, willing it to somehow uncover the identity of the masked person in front of you before they figure out that you didn’t exactly recognize them!

This post was written in response to today’s One-Liner Wednesday challenge from Linda G. Hill. The challenge, as the name implies is to come with a one-liner. Please click on the link to know more about the rules of this challenge and/or to read the other entries by my fellow bloggers.

Do you have any other definition for impatience? Do let me know.

Wherever you are, I hope you are safe and well. Take care.

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One-liner Wednesdays #56

1 September 2021 at 07:15

Recollect

(verb)

When you are desperately racking your brains, willing it to somehow uncover the identity of the masked person in front of you before they figure out that you didn’t exactly recognize them!

This post was written in response to today’s One-Liner Wednesday challenge from Linda G. Hill. The challenge, as the name implies is to come with a one-liner. Please click on the link to know more about the rules of this challenge and/or to read the other entries by my fellow bloggers.

Do you have any other definition for impatience? Do let me know.

Wherever you are, I hope you are safe and well. Take care.

Follow the tag β€œShwetaWrites” to ensure that you don’t miss any of my posts!

Image courtesy: Laura @ riddlefromthemiddle.com

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Β© 2021 Shweta Suresh. All rights reserved.

Heartbeat

29 August 2021 at 22:00
Why do hearts beat?
They never miss a beat
struggling against the rib cage?
I have always wondered
Is it because they can't talk?
Or is it because...
of all the feelings and emotions 
suppressed for too long
Oh, if only hearts could talk...

Have you ever wondered about this? This poem might sound silly to some of you. Of course, unless they beat, they can’t pump blood and keep it flowing throughout our body. I just wanted to explore that poetically. 😎😜

This poem is brought to you by my imagination that has returned to me after a hiatus. Last week was a bit challenging for me. I was forced to step back from my blog and relax. This was the reason why I haven’t been around to read your blogs, reply to your comments or approve the pingbacks. This weekend, I finally got some time to sit and write. I am so relieved that the words are flowing again. It’s such a joy to be able to write something.

This poem was written in response toΒ Quadrille #134: We {heart} poems. The Quadrille Monday challenge is to come up with a poem in exactly 44 words (not including the title) which contains some form of the wordΒ β€œheart”. Thank you, whimsygizmo for hosting this challenge.

Image courtesy: PublicDomainPicturesΒ fromΒ PixabayΒ 

Click here to read all my other poems. πŸ™‚

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Heartbeat

29 August 2021 at 22:00
Why do hearts beat?
They never miss a beat
struggling against the rib cage?
I have always wondered
Is it because they can't talk?
Or is it because...
of all the feelings and emotions 
suppressed for too long
Oh, if only hearts could talk...

Have you ever wondered about this? This poem might sound silly to some of you. Of course, unless they beat, they can’t pump blood and keep it flowing throughout our body. I just wanted to explore that poetically. 😎😜

This poem is brought to you by my imagination that has returned to me after a hiatus. Last week was a bit challenging for me. I was forced to step back from my blog and relax. This was the reason why I haven’t been around to read your blogs, reply to your comments or approve the pingbacks. This weekend, I finally got some time to sit and write. I am so relieved that the words are flowing again. It’s such a joy to be able to write something.

This poem was written in response toΒ Quadrille #134: We {heart} poems. The Quadrille Monday challenge is to come up with a poem in exactly 44 words (not including the title) which contains some form of the wordΒ β€œheart”. Thank you, whimsygizmo for hosting this challenge.

Image courtesy: PublicDomainPicturesΒ fromΒ PixabayΒ 

Click here to read all my other poems. πŸ™‚

Stay safe.

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Β© 2021 Shweta Suresh. All rights reserved.

Cinquain:Natural embellishment…

30 July 2016 at 01:45
By: Ismath

Serene!
Roses in red,
Stretched over lands in brown,
Hurt their small selves with prickly thorns;
Decor!


Β©Ismath


six word story #117

26 August 2021 at 10:30

Rain and sunshine.

Nature seemed conflicted.

Β Lately, we’ve been having many days when the rain and sunshine appear together, giving rise to beautiful rainbows. It’s just another beautiful miracle of Nature!

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Friendship – a tanka

23 August 2021 at 12:55
United they stood 
Differences didn't matter 
Friendship grew stronger 
Nothing could tear them apart 
Untied by blood, joined by fate 

I hope you enjoyed this Tanka. 😊 We all must have friends who make our lives much better by their mere presence. We have certain people with whom we forge bonds that are strong enough and as good as blood relationships. This one is dedicated to all those bonds of friendship.

This poem was written in response toΒ Sadje’s What Do You See Challenge #96. The What Do You See challenge is to use the picture prompt as inspiration to compose an original story, poem, or a caption. Thank you, Sadje for hosting this challenge.

For the visually challenged reader, the image shows four women standing together and laughing. They all are from different ethnicities.

Image courtesy: Gemma Chua–Tran @Unsplash

Click here to read all my other poems. πŸ™‚

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six word story #117

26 August 2021 at 10:30

Rain and sunshine.

Nature seemed conflicted.

Β Lately, we’ve been having many days when the rain and sunshine appear together, giving rise to beautiful rainbows. It’s just another beautiful miracle of Nature!

Stay safe.

Don’t hesitate to like, share and subscribe. πŸ™‚

Follow me on Twitter | Instagram

Β© 2021 Shweta Suresh. All rights reserved.

Friendship – a tanka

23 August 2021 at 12:55
United they stood 
Differences didn't matter 
Friendship grew stronger 
Nothing could tear them apart 
Untied by blood, joined by fate 

I hope you enjoyed this Tanka. 😊 We all must have friends who make our lives much better by their mere presence. We have certain people with whom we forge bonds that are strong enough and as good as blood relationships. This one is dedicated to all those bonds of friendship.

This poem was written in response toΒ Sadje’s What Do You See Challenge #96. The What Do You See challenge is to use the picture prompt as inspiration to compose an original story, poem, or a caption. Thank you, Sadje for hosting this challenge.

For the visually challenged reader, the image shows four women standing together and laughing. They all are from different ethnicities.

Image courtesy: Gemma Chua–Tran @Unsplash

Click here to read all my other poems. πŸ™‚

Stay safe.

Don’t hesitate to like, share and subscribe. πŸ™‚

Follow me on Twitter | Instagram

Β© 2021 Shweta Suresh. All rights reserved.

Not a regular pirate!

19 August 2021 at 23:00
I'm a pirate
sailing and plundering
in the high seas of the alphabets
I raid books and libraries
I gobble up the tales that they hold
I read them cover to cover
as fast as my eyes can travel
My quests and adventures exist
between the covers
The characters come alive as I read
I join them in their adventures
to partake in their joy, sadness and glory
I'm no regular pirate
I don't crave riches or gold
Stories are the treasures I seek
I don't sink ships or rob them
I let myself drown, instead,
in stories that are worth my time
Libraries are my favourite haunt
I'd never even think of shooting someone
but then again, I guess
I'll make an exception
for the ones who mistreat books
I don't wear any eye patches
but I put up with my glasses
to read and re-read my favourite tales
I am not armed with pistols or daggers
but my arms may be loaded with books
No, I'm no regular pirate
I'm just a bibliophile to the core

Yes, I’m the book pirate. But don’t get me wrong! I don’t steal books or stories. I drink them in till I feel that the characters have become my best friends! I am a self-confessed bibliophile. What about you? Which is the best book you have read so far? Do let me know in the comments section.

This poem was written in response toΒ Sadje’s What Do You See Challenge #95. The What Do You See challenge is to use the picture prompt as inspiration to compose an original story, poem, or a caption. Thank you, Sadje for hosting this challenge.

For the visually challenged reader, the image shows a pirate with treasure chest on one open page of a book and a ship on the other. Random alphabets are scattered in the space in between.

Image courtesy: Tumisu @ Pixabay

Click here to read all my other poems. πŸ™‚

Stay safe.

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Not a regular pirate!

19 August 2021 at 23:00
I'm a pirate 
sailing and plundering 
in the high seas of the alphabets 
I raid books and libraries 
I gobble up the tales that they hold 
I read them cover to cover 
as fast as my eyes can travel 
My quests and adventures exist 
between the covers 
The characters come alive as I read 
I join them in their adventures 
to partake in their joy, sadness and glory 
I'm no regular pirate 
I don't crave riches or gold 
Stories are the treasures I seek 
I don't sink ships or rob them 
I let myself drown, instead, 
in stories that are worth my time 
Libraries are my favourite haunt 
I'd never even think of shooting someone 
but then again, I guess 
I'll make an exception 
for the ones who mistreat books 
I don't wear any eye patches 
but I put up with my glasses 
to read and re-read my favourite tales 
I am not armed with pistols or daggers 
but my arms may be loaded with books 
No, I'm no regular pirate 
I'm just a bibliophile to the core 

Yes, I’m the book pirate. But don’t get me wrong! I don’t steal books or stories. I drink them in till I feel that the characters have become my best friends! I am a self-confessed bibliophile. What about you? Which is the best book you have read so far? Do let me know in the comments section.

This poem was written in response toΒ Sadje’s What Do You See Challenge #95. The What Do You See challenge is to use the picture prompt as inspiration to compose an original story, poem, or a caption. Thank you, Sadje for hosting this challenge.

For the visually challenged reader, the image shows a pirate with treasure chest on one open page of a book and a ship on the other. Random alphabets are scattered in the space in between.

Image courtesy: Tumisu @ Pixabay

Click here to read all my other poems. πŸ™‚

Stay safe.

Don’t hesitate to like, share and subscribe. πŸ™‚

Follow me on Twitter | Instagram

Β© 2021 Shweta Suresh. All rights reserved.

Hunted down – a tiny-tale

15 August 2021 at 11:30

Once upon a time, I was real. Yes, dragons were real. As real as the air you breathe in. My entire species were trusted companions of humans. We were their winged transporters, helping them soar to greater heights. But humankind grew greedy and in their greed, they saw the world through a different eye. They grew insecure and worried that we might snatch glory and land from them. They trusted us no longer and instead, they hunted us down. Murder was how humankind rewarded us for our loyal services. They ensured that we were wiped off the face of the earth and that we were reduced to a mystical character in history. Stories were weaved about us but science remained tight-lipped. The glory of our victoried were burnt at stake along with us and our deaths remain unavenged.

I have always wondered if dragons were real. There are so many stories and legends about them. But no one has ever seen a live dragon and no fossils have ever been unearthed either. Have you ever wondered about dragons? Do let me know.

This poem was written in response toΒ Sadje’s What Do You See Challenge #94. The What Do You See challenge is to use the picture prompt as inspiration to compose an original story, poem, or a caption. Thank you, Sadje for hosting this challenge.

For the visually challenged reader, the image shows a huge stone dragon on top of a building.

Image courtesy: Sean ThomasΒ @ Unsplash

This post is a part of theΒ β€˜Blogchatter Half Marathon’ campaign.

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Hunted down – a tiny-tale

15 August 2021 at 11:30

Once upon a time, I was real. Yes, dragons were real. As real as the air you breathe in. My entire species were trusted companions of humans. We were their winged transporters, helping them soar to greater heights. But humankind grew greedy and in their greed, they saw the world through a different eye. They grew insecure and worried that we might snatch glory and land from them. They trusted us no longer and instead, they hunted us down. Murder was how humankind rewarded us for our loyal services. They ensured that we were wiped off the face of the earth and that we were reduced to a mystical character in history. Stories were weaved about us but science remained tight-lipped. The glory of our victoried were burnt at stake along with us and our deaths remain unavenged.

I have always wondered if dragons were real. There are so many stories and legends about them. But no one has ever seen a live dragon and no fossils have ever been unearthed either. Have you ever wondered about dragons? Do let me know.

This poem was written in response toΒ Sadje’s What Do You See Challenge #94. The What Do You See challenge is to use the picture prompt as inspiration to compose an original story, poem, or a caption. Thank you, Sadje for hosting this challenge.

For the visually challenged reader, the image shows a huge stone dragon on top of a building.

Image courtesy: Sean ThomasΒ @ Unsplash

This post is a part of theΒ β€˜Blogchatter Half Marathon’ campaign.

Click here to read all my other tiny tales. πŸ™‚

Don’t hesitate to like, share and subscribe. πŸ™‚

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Β© 2021 Shweta Suresh. All rights reserved.

One-liner Wednesdays #53

11 August 2021 at 11:20

Punctuation

(noun)

One of those things that create a world of difference between β€œLet’s eat, Grandma” and β€œLet’s eat Grandma”!

This post was written in response to today’s One-Liner Wednesday challenge from Linda G. Hill. The challenge, as the name implies is to come with a one-liner. Please click on the link to know more about the rules of this challenge and/or to read the other entries by my fellow bloggers.

You see, punctuation marks make all the difference. In the case mentioned above, it is a matter of life and death after all.

What do you think? Do let me know in the comments section.

Wherever you are, I hope you are safe and well. Take care.

Follow the tag β€œShwetaWrites” to ensure that you don’t miss any of my posts!

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Β© 2021 Shweta Suresh. All rights reserved.

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One-liner Wednesdays #53

11 August 2021 at 11:20

Punctuation

(noun)

One of those things that create a world of difference between β€œLet’s eat, Grandma” and β€œLet’s eat Grandma”!

This post was written in response to today’s One-Liner Wednesday challenge from Linda G. Hill. The challenge, as the name implies is to come with a one-liner. Please click on the link to know more about the rules of this challenge and/or to read the other entries by my fellow bloggers.

You see, punctuation marks make all the difference. In the case mentioned above, it is a matter of life and death after all.

What do you think? Do let me know in the comments section.

Wherever you are, I hope you are safe and well. Take care.

Follow the tag β€œShwetaWrites” to ensure that you don’t miss any of my posts!

Image courtesy: Laura @ riddlefromthemiddle.com

Follow me on Twitter | Instagram

Β© 2021 Shweta Suresh. All rights reserved.

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