Unicorn

I don’t really believe in mystic, enchanting creatures. And then you placed that unicorn-sign. So I tried if I can make one mine. — P.S. So happy to be three-lining again!!! 😀 😀 😀 — 03.09.2017 ©2017 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. Photo credit: Fleur Treurniet In response to Sonya of Only 100 Words‘ Three Line Tales Week… Continue reading Unicorn

The Bathroom Pianist

I was three when curiosity was born inside me. I remember the first thing I asked my mom was about the grand piano covered and silenced inside her room’s bathroom. I grew old asking why it’s hidden. She has offered me nothing but a teary smile, until today. With the same nostalgic yet melancholic look,… Continue reading The Bathroom Pianist

Right and New

Your mom let me in with a warm smile painted on her lips. “You know the drill, my little man,” she said tapping my back as I come in. I smiled back and nod. As usual, you are late. For almost two decades I have been waiting for you almost every day. Our parents are… Continue reading Right and New

Sorry, Storm

My clear window pane is tainted with gem-like trickles of rain. The sky is angry. So black. So dark. Its sharp and fast lightning brings along growling screams of thunder.These are the moments I hate the most. With rain comes my demon named depression. The feeling that even the mighty one loathes my existence and He… Continue reading Sorry, Storm

The Talking Walled-Bridge

I am created by careful hands. Brick by brick, men worked hard to build me to connect two longing, disconnected, untamed paths. As I age with time my scarlet hues fade, my brick-made walls crumble. I become a forgotten landscape. My foundations now tremble. Yet I think no second was wasted. Each tire screech I… Continue reading The Talking Walled-Bridge

Summer Air

The smiling sun and the jovial man-in-blue walking his black dog both fail to break the darkened state I am in after he left me broken and bruised. So this is what first heartbreak feels like. T’was like a rollercoaster ride which pulls your heart up, up, up until it feels so heavenly and then… Continue reading Summer Air

The Bridesmaid’s Secret

Caressing  pure, pristine petals as she swings up and down. Later these will be showered to her best friend wearing her dream white wedding gown. None knows she carries the first child, the grinning groom wants to hide. — ©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. Photo credit: Ben Rosett  In response to Sonya of Only 100 Words‘ Three… Continue reading The Bridesmaid’s Secret

Father’s Dilemma

What will make a teenager feel better after a sudden breakup? Maybe good food? I stared at our almost full kitchen cabinet pondering what to cook for my daughter with a broken heart. I can feel mine throbbing too. If only her mom was still here, maybe she can say the right healing words to… Continue reading Father’s Dilemma

Too Late

As the darkness of the evil night cloaks buildings and city  lights, her tired soul drowned in the sea of strong, weakening beer bites. Unknown he led her into a dark corridor, t'was too late to fight. — ©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. Photo credit: Mike Wilson In response to Sonya of Only 100 Words‘ Three… Continue reading Too Late

Last Ride

This is the last part of my ‘Ride’ short story series. For best the reading experience, please read Ride and Second Ride. I am ashamed of myself while he’s laughing his heart out. This is always the scenario when our friends, our families and even our little kids recalled that fateful second ride. The tale of… Continue reading Last Ride