Storyteller, thy fiction

We tell ourselves stories in order to live. ~ Joan Didion Stories, they are all stories we tell across time and space. Some stories we take as absolute truths, some stories as fairytales. These stories fixed forever till someone dares to ask “why”, to confront with “so what”. Then there are stories which change with … Continue reading Storyteller, thy fiction

Doting upon… a micro-story

She gives up. Teri had tossed and turned for what seems like hours. She swings her legs off the side of the bed and makes her way to the kitchen. A cup of tea might soothe her. Their earlier conversation swirls in her mind. Of course, he is now sleeping peacefully, oblivious to the thoughts … Continue reading Doting upon… a micro-story

She, a micro story

She did not know what hit her. One moment she was in the dumps, disappointed with life and who she had become; the next she was awakened to life’s possibilities, her dreams no longer a distant past but a possible future.   If she knew the road ahead, she might have been less thrilled… then … Continue reading She, a micro story

The spirit beckons?

************** She meandered through the cobbled-stone streets of the old city. Thoughts swirled in her mind, as she wondered about this … and that. Of what-ifs? And how-coulds? And but-whys? Her heart beating a little faster each time she encountered the new, the mysterious, the different… and then she saw her. She had crossed this … Continue reading The spirit beckons?

To live another day

Light flickering…the candle burns to its demise. Like me, it has no choice. I welcome the end though, I wonder if the candle does, if it could think. Never mind, it’s done. What comes next is inevitable like the cliché, night will come after day. But oh what a day I’ve had. I doubt anyone … Continue reading To live another day

As always

Ronovan's Friday Fiction - this should get me writing again. It is a writing prompt challenge and participants are to use at least 2 of the 6 words provided. The words are in bold in the story. ***************************** She licks her lips as the aroma of chocolate wafts through the room, warmed by the heat … Continue reading As always

Relationships are about stories

  Relationships are about stories, not truth. Alone, as individuals, we each have our own personal mythologies, the stories we tell in order to make sense of ourselves to ourselves.  That generally works fine as long as we stay sane and single but the minute you enter an intimate relationship with another person there is … Continue reading Relationships are about stories

Making meaning of our life stories

"Making meaning of our life stories" - that's my tag line, and it occurred to me that I've not spoken to it. Our lives are made up of memories, which are in effect stories, narratives which were told and remembered. These narratives, created by us and others, in turn have created our life, in how … Continue reading Making meaning of our life stories