The last of the wool was sheared as the sheep had long stopped being restless standing still resigned to its fate. In fact, it was his mind that was a cauldron. The wool-gatherer wasn’t white within.
Courtesy of Sammi Cox Weekend Writing Prompt#92
The last of the wool was sheared as the sheep had long stopped being restless standing still resigned to its fate. In fact, it was his mind that was a cauldron. The wool-gatherer wasn’t white within.
Courtesy of Sammi Cox Weekend Writing Prompt#92
Treating both agony and ecstasy as siblings strumming up a bitter-sweet symphony
Venky couldn’t care less if the world around him fell apart, so long as there was macaroni;
When life threw a curve-ball, and dealt him cards that welcomed misery in a loop
He chooses for his heart a sigh or a shrug and for his soul Fresh Onion Macaroni & Cheese soup
Macaroni Macaroni what will the universe be without delicious you
Macaroni Macaroni you are too good to be true!
All the materialistic wealth and comforts that he found himself severely in a lack
Brought neither rue nor regret for he found divinity and tranquility in Beer Cheese and Mac;
Headaches and heart breaks could bludgeon him but never bury him in a dark hole
For Sloppy Joe and Macaroni were his ever reliable saviours manifesting in a Casserole
Macaroni Macaroni what will the universe be without delicious you
Macaroni Macaroni you are too good to be true!
Fair weather friends and frustrating foes who otherwise could be a handful
A plate of Mexican Macaroni Salad and presto! Serenity trumps over the vengeful;
When it seems that the whole cosmos is going Topsy-turvy with fate doing many a flip
Venky just takes a long hard breath before digging into his Mac with Fresh Veggies and Dip
Macaroni Macaroni what will the universe be without delicious you
Macaroni Macaroni you are too good to be true!
(Written as part of the February 2019 Writing Prompts put up by Putting My Feet In the Dirt website)
(Photo Credit: C.E. Ayr)
When it actually happened, the scramble was unlike anything anyone had witnessed ever before. A mildly exciting but otherwise docile event metamorphosed in the mere blink of an eye, into arguably the most ingenious and novel advocacy campaign ever!
The dangerous looking dinosaur, upon its unveiling was supposed to have mouthed a rambunctious “Hello” before going on to mesmerize and hold a packed auditorium in its thrall with a fascinating discourse on the evolution and extinction of itself and its unfortunate brethren.
As soon as the hall was bathed in the harsh glare of the strobe lights, a booming voice thus reverberated:
“Did you know that large forest fires in the western United States has increased over 500%, since the 1980s?” As a gob smacked and rattled team of organisers, ran helter-skelter to find the hacker source, the animal merrily continued, “Glaciers have shrunk, ice on rivers and lakes is breaking up earlier, plant and animal ranges have shifted and trees are flowering sooner.” Efforts to turn off the speakers failed. “Earth’s average temperature has increased about 2 degrees Fahrenheit during the 20th century.”
Irreparable damage had been done. Heads would roll. But Capitalism had assimilated a deserved lesson!
(Word Count: 199)
This story was written for Sunday Photo Fiction hosted by Susan Spaulding. For more details visit Here. To read more of the stories based on this week’s prompt, visit Here.