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Write a story beginning with the words- "My fiancé had left me forever. She was my light, my burning torch guiding me through the dark tunnel of life. But now, I am left blinded, desperately grasping at the walls closing in on me." This writing prompt has left so much to the imagination of the … Continue reading Writing Prompt- Day 5
Write a story that revolves around a 'game of poker gone wrong'. It could be a game between friends that leads to a disastrous fight; a game which could have supernatural consequences or a game that is a matter of life and death! It is totally upto you! Once you have penned down your tale, … Continue reading Writing Prompt- Day 3
I ran as fast as I could, the wind whipping my hair back. Just as I made it to the end, something went snap! Pain shot up my ankle and I crumbled to the ground. Begin your story with this passage. What happens next? You tell me! You can submit the story and get a … Continue reading Writing Prompt- Day 2
As you sit around the campfire exchanging horror tales, you hear a high-pitched scream. You look around at the other startled faces and realise that your best friend is missing. What do you do? What happens next? That's upto you! All the best and happy writing!
It has been a long day. No, scratch that. It had been a long week. The hustle bustle of everyday life had escalated to an extent where I could hardly close my eyes for a couple of moments. It's been only a week since I gave birth to twins and it has been the most … Continue reading More than just a typewriter
Everytime my mind wanders to my innocent past of crayons and strict bedtimes, my secret pet- A grey and white kitten- always invades my thoughts. It still amazes me that even after almost 10 years, the existence of my pet is still a secret. I had found it in the park, muddy and tired. It … Continue reading Rain
As I fingered the soft red petals, I was torn between the impulse of crushing the frail flower in agony and preserving the flower for an eternity. It was a symbol of love- found and lost. This flower that I plucked from beneath the neat folds of her hair was the only thing keeping me … Continue reading A Dead Red Flower
You can read the whole poem here. Edward James (Ted) Huges was born in Mytholmrod, in the West Riding district of Yorkshire. His childhood was quiet and dominately rural. The landscape of the moors of the area informed his poetry throughout his life. He attended Pembroke college and majored in archaeology, anthropology and studied mythology. … Continue reading Analysis of Ted Hughes’ ‘Crow Tyrannosaurus’
The wind ruffled my feathers as I sat on the boughs of my favourite tree. It was the tallest one in the park, overlooking the rolling green land, children playing on swings and families stretched out on the grass, laughing, talking, playing games. I scanned the view below me when suddenly my senses heightened- I … Continue reading An Eagle’s view