Thursday, 29 November 2012

FSF: Joy

Dear Mr. X,
This is in response to your query dated 29th November 2012, in which you expressed your deep desire to meet one of our officers who goes by name of Joy.

It is with deep regret that we inform you that the above mentioned officer has been deemed lost by the department, following his disappearance a few fortnights ago.

This is not a behaviour unheard of, for Joy loves to go on long solitary walks to look for lost souls and more often than not, in the process, ends up getting lost himself.

Rest assured, your query would be taken seriously and if we don't find Joy soon enough than you most definitely will. 

The Department of Happiness.

Monday, 19 November 2012

Haiku: tree

Born of magic
Enchanting, forever giving,
Lost to ignorance

My first attempt.
Read the other entries here.

Thursday, 15 November 2012

FSF: It's business

Behind curtains of trust and honesty and hope,
Goes on the grisly business of business.

With a face that is but a mirror,
A reflection of the needs of the consumer,
Goes on this grisly business of business.

With one hand that's clasped in a deal,
And the other that holds a knife,
Goes on this grisly business of business.

With a mouth that spews what you wish to hear,
And the tongue that is a potential spear
Goes on this grisly business of business.

Selling souls, and respect and love,
A price tag looped in every entity,
It's business for the involved,
What happens to others but,
Is none of their business.

Tuesday, 13 November 2012

Visual Dare:Unleashed

This story continues from here. Once again I used all the three pictures and if you pay attention, one of last week's also. Tell me what you think! :)

A burst of forgotten memories enslaved her mind, as she collapsed on the stone steps of the half demolished clock tower writhing in agony. Rihaan's innocent face flashed before her eyes, and his squeaky voice resounded through the walls of the tower pleading her to stop. She stood up shakily using the brick wall to support her weight and staggered towards the first step of the endless spiral staircase. Rihaan's face vanished and a vivid image of her house scattering away became known. She pushed herself on, swallowing her pain with each step that she took.
From somewhere far above resonated the unmistakable sound of the clock chiming twelve. She knew now that there was no turning back.

Saturday, 10 November 2012

FSF: character

Some poetry, some flash,
Hope you come back. :)

Is it the truth,
Or something the society wants to believe?
Is it philanthropy,
Or something done to appear good?
Is it honesty,
Or an attempt to pretend?
Is it emotion,
Or a response dictated by the general trend?
Is it character,
Or a facade, something we can't comprehend?

Tuesday, 6 November 2012

Visual dare: unlocked

I'm not taking part in NaNo but I tried to incorporate all the three pictures. Happy reading!

The leaves crinkled beneath her gentle footsteps, acknowledging her presence in the desolate forest. They danced around her, brushing her legs, swaying in the breeze which never died down; which carried whispers to her ears from the deserted clock tower up ahead. The trees embraced her approach, their mangled branches entangling in her long golden locks as she neared the tower. The breeze strengthened and the sky darkened as her pale fingers reached for the battered lever that would unlock the treacherous secrets therein. A clap of thunder resonated across the small clearing as the lever turned and she entered.

Word count: 100
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