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#WritcoStoryPrompt
Write a short story using at least three from the five prompts given:
An empty suitcase full of memories.
The messages added salt to wounds.
The car accelerated before the signal turned green.
A wardrobe full of clothes that still had their tags on.
A dust free bookcase could hide a lot of lies.
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I woke up from my dream.
All this long I was living a plain listless life.. or rather I was living a lie.
The moment the dream shattered I realised it's time to explore the reality.
That's when it began, the journey to find tranquility.
They all wondered what was it that weighed me down for so long along the path that I was previously walking on. It was a suitcase but you know what that suitcase had?... nothing much... yeah it was just an empty suitcase full of memories.. some miserable some serene.. it was bittersweet.
Funny enough right... guess what's even more funny?... The moment I decided to change the path there stood many in between, blocking my way.
The phone kept ringing and there were tons of messages and these messages added salt to the wounds. The wounds I was repeatedly trying to heal. But you know what... soon enough those messages stopped. The people who pretended to care stopped their unnecessary pities and the ones spectating from afar soon got bored of the play and it's characters..
Was it the peace that I was looking for.
Maybe Yes or maybe not... it's still uncertain.
The path right now is something I am weary of..
I thought I had long dropped off the baggage the made me lag behind.. But that wasn't really the case..
You see life's a journey and each day a different story. And apparently I had a huge bookcase filled with the demons that were once inside me or perhaps are still there somewhere.
Each day each memory is clear as if it happened today.. What should I name it.. Yeah a dust free bookcase sounds about right.
A dust free bookcase.. huh!
The place which records the dust of my life is dust free.
I could see it.. each lie.. each sin.. dark thoughts.. everything.
Apparently a dust free bookcase could hide a lot of lies.
But don't worry.. I don't mean to hide those lies..
I'd rather let them out in the open.. so that they can eventually drift away with time..
Write a short story using at least three from the five prompts given:
An empty suitcase full of memories.
The messages added salt to wounds.
The car accelerated before the signal turned green.
A wardrobe full of clothes that still had their tags on.
A dust free bookcase could hide a lot of lies.
______________________________
I woke up from my dream.
All this long I was living a plain listless life.. or rather I was living a lie.
The moment the dream shattered I realised it's time to explore the reality.
That's when it began, the journey to find tranquility.
They all wondered what was it that weighed me down for so long along the path that I was previously walking on. It was a suitcase but you know what that suitcase had?... nothing much... yeah it was just an empty suitcase full of memories.. some miserable some serene.. it was bittersweet.
Funny enough right... guess what's even more funny?... The moment I decided to change the path there stood many in between, blocking my way.
The phone kept ringing and there were tons of messages and these messages added salt to the wounds. The wounds I was repeatedly trying to heal. But you know what... soon enough those messages stopped. The people who pretended to care stopped their unnecessary pities and the ones spectating from afar soon got bored of the play and it's characters..
Was it the peace that I was looking for.
Maybe Yes or maybe not... it's still uncertain.
The path right now is something I am weary of..
I thought I had long dropped off the baggage the made me lag behind.. But that wasn't really the case..
You see life's a journey and each day a different story. And apparently I had a huge bookcase filled with the demons that were once inside me or perhaps are still there somewhere.
Each day each memory is clear as if it happened today.. What should I name it.. Yeah a dust free bookcase sounds about right.
A dust free bookcase.. huh!
The place which records the dust of my life is dust free.
I could see it.. each lie.. each sin.. dark thoughts.. everything.
Apparently a dust free bookcase could hide a lot of lies.
But don't worry.. I don't mean to hide those lies..
I'd rather let them out in the open.. so that they can eventually drift away with time..
