A Writer is someone who...

Feels the Situation's...
Create the Words World...
See the Real and Write the Real...
Sometime Writer's are Loving...
Sometime Writer's are Heartbroken...
Sometime Writer's are Motivators...
Sometime Writer's are philosopher...
Sometime Writer's are Erotic...
Sometime Writer's are FriendsZone...
Writer's are Full Package of Thinking...
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Title : Judge

We are in 21st century but
We are never changed...

Our mentality is never changed because
We are never changed...

We are still judging people by their face,clothes and size because
We are never changed...

Who the hell are we? to Judge Someone...
Judge first who you are?
Change your mentality first then World...

#review #KmK

|NOTHING IN PROMPTICULAR|
DAY 17
PROMPT:Empty your pocket/purse onto the table.

Pick three random items.
Place them each on a white piece of paper in front of you. (this is to enable you too see them in relative isolation)
Label each piece of paper as I, 2, or 3
You must pick from one of the following –

These items are clues to either:

A. A murder
B. The end of an Affair or
C. The last known activity of someone who has disappeared.
Chose from A,B or C.
Now –
Start with the object you have labelled ’1′ & write for 10 mins about this.
Repeat for 2 and then 3.
Fit the three sections into a story.
When finished, lob of the ending you have written, and give the story the exact opposite ending

THE NOSEMASK
Still warm. Well, yes from my sweaty palms. But I feel her too. All this isn't adding up. I was gone for two minutes, no three. Maybe five. Ugh! Ten minutes

I knew it! I just knew flooding my bladder will cost me one day.
Would she just up and leave? Without her mask? In times like this?

Oh shit! That's snot?
Oh even her snot is cute!
Don't sniff it Micheal! Don't sniff...oh yeahhhhhh! That's the stuff. I could kiss this mask! Back to it, back to it!
Where the hell is she?

THE BRACELET
She didn't leave me a hug? Didn't leave a kiss. Dang! She couldn't even blow me one? I leave to take a wazz and she hands me a bracelet?

Oh but her eyes. I just couldn't tell her to keep it. Or she left knowing I'd piss all over it?
Oh no! She thought I'd piss all over our future too?
This is some test?

Oh come on! Come on!! What the fudge?? Who? Where? Where did my drink go? Tsk, crummy customer service.

THE PEN
Who goes to the coffee shop with a pen? Hmm, let's see...pepper spray pen? Giant wasp killing pen? Eye stabbing pen for cock-eyed waiters?

Oh no, Ginger wouldn't.
She would? Oh no she wouldn't.
And no one saw where she went?

People are zombies. Slaves to their icky beepy phones. That's why I never changed over. Huh? Huh? Who's the sucker now? Suckers!!

Oh Ginger! Ginger! Pick up my call at least! Oh crap. I just did that? I jammed Ginger's pen into the table?

Oh, oh, so now people stop looking at their phones. Tsk, idiots.

Ginger is going to kill me. I never learnt how to fix these pens.

Heck, let me sit here and do it.
You hear that?! I'm sitting here to do this even if it means I'll waste away here! What's the point of life anyways?

Take that, Cullum Porker!
I'm not getting up till I fix this pen. Hmph you did it this time Mike. Your rump is going to be glued to this chair till...well, till you break your neck after sleeping off and falling over. Yeesh, dark thought. No room for those...

Let's see. So inky tube thingy. Ermmm... Cute springy thingy... Erm case with yellow note rolled up in it.... Erm silver pen tip cover thingy...

WHAT!??? Case with yellow note?

"Mimo dear, if you're reading this now. It means I'm gone. And it means you tried to fix the pen though we know how that would end. Now I know you love me.
And I love you.I love you with all my butt. I would have said heart. But my butt is bigger. XOXO"

GRRRR! Ginger.
Somebody shoot me!!
Who writes an "I'm gone" note and doesn't say where she went?!

Author's note:
I apologize for the language used. 😂 The characters had minds of their own.

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|NOTHING IN PROMPTICULAR|
DAY 18
CONDITION: None
PROMPT: Write a blasphemy

Author's note:
Rather delicate prompt. To avoid stepping on any toes I created deities. 🙈any similarities to actual deities is a mere conincedence.

Hepho- god of ugliness
Resoedin- god of the seas
Saaws- First god with signature big grey beard
Madisa-goddess with chains stuck in her scalp
Dekash- god of Death
Ephro- god of Beauty


Hepho. You divinely deformed elbow.

"Hiccup"

You're frigging ugly. But that's a good thing. Heck no it's not. Just look at you! Your mirror must be the most tolerant thing in the universe.

Resoedin is pretty rad. Riding the waves and being all smooth.

Saaws is rocking his...

"Hiccup"

beard. Oh, Madisa's braids are crazy lit this year! But you?

"Hiccup"

You're not even trying man! Or maybe you're trying...stop! Nothing can fix you.

"Hiccup"

You're the best. No one can take your place. Of course! You're perfect. Perfectly hopeless. No hot goddess riding in any time soon!

"Hiccup"

Even Dekash manages to be better looking than you. Kiss Ephro and you'd be all fixed up. No wait, she's way out of your league.

"Hiccup"

I heard you chose to forge weapons when momma dumped you like the trash you are...

"Hiccup"

What's that? You're sad? Gonna smite me? Chin up boy, buy yourself a makeup kit. I'm just a dashing drunk man...

"Hiccup"

swinging my bottle at you...

"Hiccup"


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Title : Love vs Friendship

The way I look at You
Feel something special in my Heart...
My Heart tells me to go near Her and tell Her how much I Love Her...❤️

The way You look at Me
Feel like no one can understand me like Him...
He is my best Friend and I Love Him as a Friend...💛
We are in Friend zone...💛💛💛

#review #KmK

#review #quote #sunaina

We are so busy planning for the future that we forget to live the present.
It’s literally like giving up the moment

Miracle:
Human beings now talk on the day they are born.

Those born today 28 of August 2020CE are already celebrating.


#review #AhmadMusa #thoughts

I still remember you , Depression !

I was having
Sound sleep until
You knocked my Life ,
I checked you from the
Eyehole of my heart
And I denied to
Welcome you in my life .
Oh But , you were rigid
You stayed right there ,
You continued to
Knock and drill my life
But I ignored .
And then one day
I realised Somehow
You damaged my walls
Of heart and found your
Way to reach my heart,
You were successful
In destroying my
Walls of emotions.
I wish foolish I didn’t
Asked someone to drag you away
From my door.
And now it was too late
To stop you and ask someone
To help me out ,
You entered abruptly
You destroyed me terribly
You consumed me completely
And now ?
When you finally
decided to leave me ,
You took all my dopamine !
-अditi Shukla

#AS #review

Tragedy:

The tragedy of life is not that it ends so soon,
but that we wait so long to begin it.
-Akhil

#Aj #review

One day two sailors set to sail, not knowing about the fort coming storm, as soon as they reached to mid of the sea, they noticed the change in the weather the pleasantness of sea turned into ravage.

The storm became bigger and bigger the waves started to grow higher and fell sharply down with the tides the ship fly high and low. The young sailor was so terrified and started to scream load when the waves push the ship down he screamed out load "we are gone sink", when raised high he shouted out of his lungs "it's gone turnover"

Where the elderly one tried to easy him by saying "It shall pass my boy...ease" he went to him and started to pat on this back saying calmly "it shall pass" tried to pacify him thought the younger one was not able to get out the fear he continued to scream with fear and gloom, the whole night the ship dwindle with the tides, with the day the storm weakens so as the younger one became weak with fear and his throat fell short and turned mute

The other sailors noticed the wreckage from this ship and followed the path the young sailor notice the ship but was not able to speak are signal anyone, the older man slowly raise his hand and wave it towards and shouted as hard he could and the other came for rescuing them so time it is necessary to stay calm and wise and use it when needed and rise it with wisdom.. #review #shortstory

#review #thoughts #ashish


Rosy petals spread around,
For the world it lies in scent,
But as the man , who plucked it,
Prickles hath slayed his hands

Behind my Stony DoorsBehind my Stony Doors

I am a man of lies
A man filled with warped truth
I wish to cry
Maybe then I’ll be sure I’m really hurt
Maybe then I’ll be able to see beyond my dark clouds
To see the storm crushing other shores
But I never shed a drop
Like a room with no open doors

I am a closed cannon
Filled with fired balls
I can’t keep them in
Neither can I let them go
For fear of hurting others
I watch as carnage destroys me inside
A deadly yet inevitable ride
Where shall I find a balm for my sores...

-inspo_a.rt






This is something I wrote when I was down.
This (whatever it is)is the first writeup I wrote.
I’ve kept it for close to two years.
I never planned to make it public because of the hurt that birthed it
Buh here I am..sharing it



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#everyone
#inspo_art

Everly Yours

The smell of the winter ends,
Still adorn my nostrils.
As I remember sinking into your words,
struggling to hold my senses still.
It was long after the days of fall,
My heart withdrew to take consent as it skipped a beat.
And in summer you bashed in and to your welcome, I was softly melting.
Humidly on my physicality as you heated the lust of love, I wonder if you were aware of how dearly your winter quilt warmed me up.
My love, it is for the times we spent and for the times we await, together for togetherness.
If ever a chance is granted upon my greedy self, I would go back to meet you a little sooner than we met.
To live a little longer in your arms against the time's consent, for I only desire to make this love better instead.
And with pleasurable guilt of our shameless love, let us be summoned into sweet life imprisonment.

©Pakhi
30.08.2020
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#review #santumonikalita #poetry

Love me

I used to say it!
No one can hear that.
Only mummy says I love you as you're;
Smile told everyone who is broken inside.
My lips say if you leave yourself,
One day you'll find someone else!
And she said to you love me like you do.

I don't see
The time healing my soul
I don't see
Patience taking me closer to my goal

I can't find
My happiness which I lost in uncanny
I have searched for it in every nook and cranny

Nobody to listen, Nobody to care
Will You, not Judge me and be there?

This World Is So cruel, unjust and unfair
Will you, not doubt me and compare?

I am an introvert, not cool and scared
Will you, keep this secret unshared?

I know you have insecurity and still
You want to impress others
I know you won't promise me
Because this vicious world bothers.


#review #poetry

Everly Yours

The smell of the winter ends,
Still adorn my nostrils.
As I remember sinking into your words,
struggling to hold my senses still.
It was long after the days of fall,
My heart withdrew to take consent as it skipped a beat.
And in summer you bashed in and to your welcome, I was softly melting.
Humidly on my physicality as you heated the lust of love, I wonder if you were aware of how dearly your winter quilt warmed me up.
My love, it is for the times we spent and for the times we await, together for togetherness.
If ever a chance is granted upon my greedy self, I would go back to meet you a little sooner than we met.
To live a little longer in your arms against the time's consent, for I only desire to make this love better instead.
And with pleasurable guilt of our shameless love, let us be summoned into sweet life imprisonment.

©Pakhi
30.08.2020
#review #poetry #pm

Breaking into a new decade.
Faces beaming.
Together with friends and family.
Passing time with those that matter.
Food drinks and good cheer.
Warm embraces, business as usual.
The beauty of being human.
The joy of overcoming.
A general sense of calm.
Then something happened.
COVID 19!
Humanity on edge.
We knew loss.
We knew pain.
Masking faces to be safe.
Loved but couldn't touch.
Waves in place of hugs.
Couldn't hold another close.
Lives taken.
Hearts broken.
Dreams shattered.
A syrup of groans and grimaces.
Everything crumbling to dust.
A year to remember.


Note: now read it from the bottom to the top

#MA #poetry #review

|NOTHING IN PROMPTICULAR|
DAY 19
CONDITION: Humor
PROMPT: Nick was watching tv when the news anchor said, “Nick you really shouldn’t be watching tv. You need to go talk to Carol right now. Call her.

||PART 1||
"Sure Hal Winston. I'll call her." Nick's tone was drenched with sarcasm.

The camera did a close up on Hal. With his signature smoulder,
"Nick, it would be the best choice your fingers have made. Dial that number!"

"WHAT THE!? I'M GOING CRAZY!!" Nick screeched, turned off the TV and flung the remote into space.

Two more outbursts later, he sighed and dialed up her number. The only one he knew off-head.
...

"C...Carol." Nick started.

"Don't talk to me."

"Carol it wasn't my fault."

"Not your fault that you couldn't stand up for me?!"

"I couldn't stand up for you, trust me I tried."

"You disgust me! You tried? Sitting down and making weird faces?!"

"Carol... Someone glued me to my chair!"

"Someone? More like your fears glued you to the chair."

"The guys legit put industrial glue in my chair."

Carol was silent.

"Carol You're there? I need to see you" Nick continued.

"Come over if you want."

"You're not going to push me down the stairs are you?"

"Tsk, I was thinking more of poisoning your glass of water."

...

She was waiting at the door. He shot up the stairs and took her hand.

"Carol, I love you. I'm sorry I watched them treat you like that. I could have said something. In fact, I should have. I really miss you, I want you back. I'd pick you over cheese any day. "

Carol's face melted. She moved her body closer to his. Reached out her supple palms and caressed his face like old times and...

POP!

"ARGH!" Nick yelled and dug his face into his left palm.

"Carol! That's your sign of forgiveness? Popping zits?"

Carol was thrown aback. First in confusion. Then with apprehension.
"Forgiveness? You just show up at my house and think that's it?"

"Carol, I just gave the speech of my life saying how much you mean to me! I'd even pick you over CHEESE!" Nick scowled with bloodshot eyes and face still throbbing.

"You gave a speech? When?"

Nick cupped his mouth in disbelief.
"Carol, I literally poured out my heart just now!"

Still evidently lost, Carol continued.
"You were talking? Nope, didn't hear a thing."

"What?!" By now Nick's disappointment had replaced the pain that mangled his face earlier.

"How do you expect me to listen when your zit was threatening to stab me in the eye?'

"You were looking at my zit?!" He shrieked...

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||PART 2||
She blew up in his face just as hard
"Your ugly zit was screaming! And begging!"

"Begging?"

"Yeah, like SOMEBODY POP ME! ANYBODY POP ME ALREADY!"
Carol said, face straight as nails. "How did you manage to ride a bike with that knoll on your face?"

"YOU'RE A HAPLESS DRAMA QUEEN! It's not that big!" Nick countered.

"Accept it Nick! That zit deserves a prize." Carol's nine year old brother yelled from behind the door. He had blown his eavesdropping cover but it was worth it.

"See all this zit juice!" Carol complained as she wiped her hand clean in his famed Bieber T- shirt.

Nick sighed, "This is pointless. I don't deserve this And THANK YOU FOR ATTACKING MY FACE!"

Carol stared at him blandly making sure to clean her face.
"Cool. Bye."

"No wait, one more thing."

His ears perked expectantly.

"There's something in your teeth." She said while withdrawing to her door.

A dejected turn later.
"I'm totally not watching the news again." Nick murmured.

"Hey, Nick." Carol called. "Come here."

He turned to meet her expressionless face.He went to her shoulders slumped and eyeing the ground. He didn't want to be toyed with

She took his hand and...

"Eeeeewwww, Carol is kissing somebody!" The little boy registered his displeasure from his stakeout zone.

Nick and Carol shot a fiery glance at the talking door.

"I want to kick the door into his chummy little face!" Nick snarled.

She glared at him and pushed him away to break their cuddle.
"He's my little brother!"

"Carol, he's evil."

"That gives yo no right!" She countered.

"He's going to be rotten forever." Nick said admitting
defeat.

Carol smirked and narrowed her eyes,
"Yes he's going to be rotten. Till I poison his water."

Before he could laugh, she leaned in again and the fireworks continued.

"I love you Hal Winston!" Nick said to himself after the kiss.

Her face straightened instantly
"Nick you're cheating? With the news guy?"

Nick's shoulders slumped once more "Oh crap, here we go again."

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Bittersweet Love

Sweet softened brown piece of choco hardly melts to dissolve, hesitant it is to address my half-filled strong liquid in the cup.
Nor honey neither milk resists the florissant combinations to immerse but this little rebellious block,
It waits unless the loving fancy silver smears it right on the walls warm clay cup.
Here now let me stir it into unison with its dear partner, and feel their passionate mating on my tongue.

©Pakhi
02.07.2020
#review #poetry #pm

He knows what to buy
With his wealth of time.

He buys what is best
Though people may laugh.

He looks through their wraps
And observe what's within.

His search is for joy
But a joy that will last.

He knows what remains
Of how long he will live.

For he knows that at most:
Half decades of Saturn.

Then, his friends and his wealth
None will lie by his side.

He thinks of the day
When men will be hatched

From their graves, and become
Undying as they stand.

His limbs shake from fear
When he thinks to this scene


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