Writing Prompt #311

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Writing Prompt #311: He examined his hands, hoping to find traces of blood or gun powder.

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“Burning The Evidence” (Image Writing Prompt #27 — Dragonition) (Response)

This is such a great response, a very amusing read.

Scott Blackstone

“We should burn the evidence” Eretemis offered, hanging the offending object over the fire to emphasize his point.  Perfectly serious, he tried to seek out an answer in Valen’s face, the question in his eyes rather than his words.

“The evidence?” Valen snorted, rolling his eyes and swiftly freeing the whiskey bottle from Eerie’s grasp. “You can burn as many bottle as you want, and the evidence will still be inescapable.”  Though his slur wasn’t nearly a match for his friend’s, Valen’s voice carried all the signs of a man well into his cups. He blamed 18+ years of being sober for that.

“I’ll have you know, I’m not at all drunk.” Eerie’s attempt at enunciation came across as a drunk father trying to teach his son to read, only cementing Valen’s opinion. He didn’t seem to realize this, however, and tipped a new bottle back to his lips, frowning…

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Time to decode (response to Writing Prompt #281)

An interesting response Time to decode.

Reena Saxena

“What do these symbols mean?”

“There are three basic principles of communicating information that I know –letters and words exert a pull on the other, choices are gradually narrowed down to end speculation, and the final elimination of other alternatives.”

“What is your final message?”

“Words have become redundant. It is possible to communicate through symbols. Language is dead.”

“What are you trying to say? We work in a research lab, and write several papers and reports.”

“Unfortunately, not in the same era.”

“Elaborate.”

“There are some numbers on the last page to denote a date. It says 3050.”

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Linked to

Dragonition Writing Prompt #281 and

Flash Fiction Challenge at Carrot Ranch

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Pyramids (response to Image Writing Prompt #25)

The ending of Pyramids is very good and well done with the 52 word challenge that isn’t easy.

Reena Saxena

‘Do you remember when we lived down there?’

‘Not really it was too long ago.’

‘Then you’re lucky.’

“What is that memory which pains you?”

“It is embalmed and bandaged, and preserved in a pyramid.”

“Why does that pain you?”

“You and I were sworn enemies, and you lie next to me.”

(52 words)

Linked to

Image Writing Prompt #25 and Writespiration #130

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Stirrings of the Mind (response to Writing Prompt #277)

This is a very good description of my brain is sometimes when only writing can stop my thoughts buzzing. I really liked this poem Stirring of the Mind.

Reena Saxena

The incessant buzz

of thoughts that shatter

thoughts that inspire

thoughts that pass unnoticed

unnerve me.

My ideas are raw,

unfinished, unsophisticated

likely to be scorned

or laughed at.

I silence the voice.

The bees in my bonnet

have multiplied

they do not let me sleep

threatening an explosion

if not released.

Expression helps sanity

I am not God, but

it is nothing to be scoffed at

I have a sane voice

amidst loud, ungodly creatures.

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Fundamentals (response to Writing Prompt #237)

Reena Saxena

I was enraged to see Tia in tears, and the doll I bought for her pulled apart. The doll was supposed to cry when the nipple was pulled out from its mouth, and quiten on the same being inserted back.

Animesh was patiently trying to put it back together.

“I need to understand how it functions. I can order better toys for her, then…”

The doll was back in shape, but the charm of holding something new in hand was taken away from us. I saw shades of him in Tia, who would turn the toys upside down, and check how automobile wheels moved.

I had fallen in love with Animesh, who was ten years older, and my teacher. He would often say,

“One cannot understand the fundamental nature of things, without breaking down the existing structures and available information. Then, your imagination and creativity helps you in establishing a…

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The Bridge (response to Writing Prompt #240)

Here is the link. Yes it was ironic and perhaps a fitting end.

Bedoor Bluemoon

Writing prompt 240


He sat on the rail of the bridge watching the people cross, waiting for his next victim.

He didn’t know that he was being watched, followed from the second he stepped out of his house. He didn’t realize that there is someone who wanted to prove his methods were not up to par, not meticulous enough. He didn’t know that during his last attack, the single slip up was the reason he was now hunted.

Once a hunter, now hunted.

Hunted because he let the girl scratch his face and the police found the evidence of his DNA underneath her fingernails.

And now, he was no longer part of  the group. No longer welcomed.

Watching, he was being watched. Planning, his death was being planned, schemed.
The next day, newspapers read “the Bridge Serial Killer was Found Dead Beneath the Bridge.”
How ironic.

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Fundamentals (response to Writing Prompt #237)

Lovely story I look forward to reading more the link is here.

Reena Saxena

I was enraged to see Tia in tears, and the doll I bought for her pulled apart. The doll was supposed to cry when the nipple was pulled out from its mouth, and quiten on the same being inserted back.

Animesh was patiently trying to put it back together.

“I need to understand how it functions. I can order better toys for her, then…”

The doll was back in shape, but the charm of holding something new in hand was taken away from us. I saw shades of him in Tia, who would turn the toys upside down, and check how automobile wheels moved.

I had fallen in love with Animesh, who was ten years older, and my teacher. He would often say,

“One cannot understand the fundamental nature of things, without breaking down the existing structures and available information. Then, your imagination and creativity helps you in establishing a…

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Star Wars (response to Writing Challenge #22)

They did a great job incorporating all the different genres into one short and lovely poem Star Wars.

Reena Saxena

The fairy with purple rings

Is spreading its grey-blue wings

on the yellow orange sky

while the Sun collects its things.

The Stars emit energy waves

and the Earth below raves

about the Nocturnal Internet

for which other planets crave.

Killer Rays from aliens generate fear

They emit after donning action gear

Earthlings approach Stars for protection

Aliens come from afar, the Stars are near.

The stars approach the Moon

“You can make the Aliens swoon

with your brilliant spotless beauty

and we, to the Wind’s music croon.”

And there we tame the aliens into behaving themselves 🙂

Inspired by Dragonition at

Writing Challenge #22

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Where? (response to Writing Challenge #18)

This is great you get such a vivid sense of the place without haveing to use sight to describe it. The other senses creat a rich picture.

Reena Saxena

The heavenly aroma of herbs and grilled meat permeated my senses. The sound of cutlery touching the plates was not very pleasant though. How I wished, they invented noiseless cutlery!

I wanted to focus more on the whispers from the table behind me.

“Are you sure, this is our last meeting?”

“Yes. I think it is time to move on, and explore the world.”

“Without each other?”

“Why not? There is an ocean of opportunities beyond. Just look there…..”

“Hmmmm…….”

The cool breeze was soothing on my flushed skin. It had crossed the mighty waves in a high tide, to reach me at this end.

I tried to slurp soundlessly on the coconut ice cream, creating new sensations on my palate. What a fool I had been to remain enslaved to the chocolate flavour, all along!

It was great to be in …….

Inspired by Dragonition at

Writing Challenge #18

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The Battle (Response to Writing Challenge #17)

A response to Writing Challenge #17 can be found here ‘The Battle’ by Reena Saxena

Reena Saxena

Dragonition Prompt

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Life had been wasted in fighting the battle of mind-sets.

The battle of life had been wasted in fighting mind-sets.

The mind-sets had been wasted in fighting the battle of life.

The battle had been wasted in fighting mind-sets of life.

Prompted by

Dragonition Writing Challenge-17

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