Ruchira's Ramblings

NaPoWriMo Day 13. Prompt from napowrimo.net: "Today, we’d like to challenge you to write a poem about something mysterious and spooky! Your poem could be about something that is mysterious and spooky in a bad way (like a witch), or mysterious and spooky in a good way (possibly also like a witch? It depends on the witch, I guess!) Or just the everyday, mysterious, spooky quality of being alive." 1st attempt I think I kinda failed the prompt because I didn't do spooky but I was sort of misremembering the prompt while writing so I thought it had to be about magic. So I had to go back and do a quick second. There wasn't much time to think so I went for the quickest gothic tricks in the trade- owls and moonlight. And I thought maybe a little imagist precision might add to that sense of the mystery. I think sometime later I would like to revisit this prompt and see if I can do this spooky business better. For now, you can have this meticulously colored in t...

In most parts of the world, Halloween is celebrated – in some form or another – this weekend. Your challenge this week is to write a horror scene ( or something horrific) using a wet noodle, a styrofoam cup and a feather. So here's my first go at Fiction Friday - hope its not complete rubbish. ________________________________________________ Perfumes and Lipsticks I ignore the rusty letterbox and grope in my pocket for the keys. As the key is about to turn, my hand falters. Someone’s dropped an empty white cup in front of my door. Rage and buried melancholy fights within me, the rage wins. I crush the cup under my feet and kick it away. I turn the key. Click. In the kitchen I open the hidden pocket inside my bag and take the knife wrapped in cellophane to the sink. When the last drop of red is gone, I turn off the tap, replace the knife and open the window. It is getting cold. The wind from the North is dry, slightly chilling, and it brings a strange scent with it- almost ...