Skylark Challenege 208
Here's my entry, almost after one year.
"Your bones have become brittle," said the doctor. Looking at how frail he looked, the doctor was worried. The bones were fragile, like porcelain cups. The only difference - they weren't beautiful to look at. Deformed bones, endured the fastest, hectic pace of life.
He smiled, said nothing. Picked his prescription and walked away. He decided to keep this from him. It needed to be secretive.
For all the times he did scold him, and he didn't listen. It served him right. During his journey back home, he went to the time spent with him. Beautiful and surreal. He was so lost that he didn't reali...
" Life isn't a toy Gun. Once we decided to travel by the same Ship, there must be a belief in between. It's not fair enough to dig out Bones out of the partner's Secretive past Mr John " She said in a different tune.
#SKYLARK CHALLENGE -
WHAT IS THE SKYLARK CHALLENGE?
A weekly writing prompt that usually includes 4 carefully chosen words and a photo - except on occasions when it's a special challenge, known as a #SKYLARK SPECTACULAR! - like when we celebrated our 200th prompt and I created a very special set of prompts - with prizes!! But this doesn't happen normally.
WHAT ARE THE RULES?
• Use ALL 4 words exactly as they are written, but in any order you wish
• Using the photo is optional (unless specified).
• Write in any style, about any topic; of any length and genre.
* Use an alternative photo if you want, and have fun! (Don't forgot to acknowledge the photographer though!)...
As her teeth walls parted apart,
Sonorous voice rocked in the air.
So audience lost themselves in the rhythm,
As if their heartbeats being stuck.
Fallen leaves at forever rest
Hidden memories rose to hurt
Paining me, searched my heartbeat.
Just in front, jasmine flowers bloomed
Had brought her teeth into thought
While blowing wind destroyed a nest Began sonorous music by the birds
Was giving rhythm by the wind.
"My grandma gifted this BEADS when her time of PARTING was near. Now CREASES on the body is indicating me that my time too near to bid GOODBYE from this world. Now onwards this beads is yours since you're my grand daughter" She hardly completed the above words and disappeared into memories.
Drowning under waves of sadness and pain. Heartache engulfing my very being.
My thoughts clasped to the memory of us.
My arms reaching into the darkness.
Searching for any hope of rescue.
Slowly fading into the loneliness.
This never-ending sense of loss.
The sudden disconnect of what used to be.
Darkness engulfing me, drowning in waves of sobbing and tears.
My hand clasped in yours, reaching for answers to bring you back to me.
Faith came to your rescue, our miracle would come 19 days later.
You are here with me now because of one simple question, "Do you do anything different with her that you didn't do with the other children?"