This was our city, the place where we have been since we were born. This was our city, under siege by the enemy since the beginning of the war. The war which we did not understand. We did not ask for it. We did not want it.
They tore our city apart. Brick by brick. Body by body.
We breathed in bleak horror out of airstrike sirens. We tasted dusty air of cold bunker. We drank terror out of rocket explosions. We slept where we wanted to be because our houses were burnt down. We lived our day as nightmare until we did not know what nightmare was.
This was our city.
This post was published as response to Daily Prompt challenge. Today’s theme was 32 Flavors.
There were no places he could not go. He had been all over those places. He ported one place to another in a blink. He lost track of where he had been. It was a privilege to be him – to have his ability.
He kept it secret – alone. Lonely.
Bangkok, Seoul, Paris, London, New York, Bali, Jakarta, Melbourne, Barcelona, Ankara, Tehran, Mecca, Medina, New York, Adelaide, Manhattan, Jakarta, Bangkok, Athens. He kept on going. Again and again. But it did not heal.
It had been one year, yet he kept going back to this same place over and over.
He felt numb inside.
There is no place I’d rather be than beside you, he thought. He dropped on his knees before a headstone, rubbing his eyes for tears.
This post was published as response to Daily Prompt challenge. Today’s theme was Places.
How did we get here? We used to be living in harmony. Compassion and understanding were our universal language. Smile and embrace were our natural gestures.
He stood tall on the edge of the cliff, watching at the burning cities from a distance. His face was red and agitated. He clenched his teeth to the point of he hurt his jaw.
How did we get here? Indifference and ignorance. Anger and hate. We knew nothing of them before. it ruined the division. It destroyed family. Separated. Divided.
The world was dying.
This post was published as response to Daily Prompt challenge. Today’s theme was A House Divided.
I’ve been sick the last couple days, therefore I’m going to combine two daily prompts into one single post – and get back to rest.
The man in the mirror stared back at him. He did not recognise him. He traced the face meticulously in the mirror. It was him yet there was something more on the face of the man in the mirror.
There was lust.
There was gluttony.
He could see greed in his eyes.
I can not lose. I am to big to fail. He thought.
He looked back into the man in the mirror.
There was pain.
He touched the mirror and whispered, "I can fix you. Let it go. Winning is not everything. We can set it right."
This post was published as response to Daily Prompt challenge. The theme were Too Big To Fail and Set It To Rights.
She was still wearing her green armour, an elven belt-blade was lying on her side. Her golden hair was swirling under the moonlight, showing one of her pointy ear. Marks of red blood were scattered on her armour and her hand. She was a combination of beauty and danger. She sat on the burnt field of grass. Her hands held a man, human race. His head was on her lap. Her face contorted with pain and anger. The man was looking into her eyes and smiling.
"It’s alright," he said. "It’s not about us. My dead will unite both races. You win." he whispered with his last breath.
She held the man tightly. The pain in her hearth was excruciating.
No. I did not win. I lost everything. I have just killed the love of my life. She dropped tears.
This post was published as response to Daily Prompt challenge. The theme was I’d Like to Thank My Cats.
I watched the elf walked slowly, limping, dragging his feet on every step. The rain had poured when the fight started. It washed away not only the blood but hopefully the hatred. I did not kill him. I could not to. He had been indeed the race’s most vicious enemy, But he had every reason to hate us, human race, for the cause of elven extinction.
I did not want this fight and battle to continue. If this would be our end then I chose a different path. For one thing you had taught me well, compassion. He had known that from this moment. The Elf knew that.
This post was published as response to Daily Prompt challenge. The theme was We Can Be Taught!
I have a confidence that this country will be a better world for women. We are seeking equal chance and equal treatment. We’ve been mistreated. Our rights have been shackled . But we believe that we are stronger. We have to. This country needs us. We, women, are the heart of this country. We choose to believe. We love this country as much as men.
She wrote the letter in the shadow of the moonlight. She did not cry. She was determined. She believed she had to do something for other to survive. The strike had been all over the country. It was their moment.
This post was published as response to Daily Prompt challenge. Today’s theme was I Have Confidence in Me.