Somethings Magical

There's just something about magic. It leaves the childlike mind stumped, a teenager amused, an elder surprised,  trying to find logic behind it.  But that's the thing about magic you see, it may not make sense always. My take on some things magical for WOW by BlogAdda.

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The wind chimes sing

With the passing breeze

A child looks In wonder

Magic, it seems.

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She sprinkles glitter over her bed

Magic dust it is, Ma had said.

Wishes and prayers do fairies hear.

Bring back my Ma, she prays in bed.

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The rabbit was found

Under the magicians hat

Perhaps Alice 

Fell down the wrong hole.

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She was my magic

I, her slave.

A whiz with her wand,

I vanished away.

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Fairies and gnomes

Pixies and combs

Petals and light

Flowers pure white

Beckons A mystical world

Dreams and magic unfurled

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The very first look,

A mother is born

What greater magic?

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Touched my heart

Without touching me at all

It's magic, I'm sure.

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There was something about her

I can't put my finger to it. 

The way she would figure out,

What I wanted to say.

Her ways, her walk,

Had me enchanted.

Captivated

Hooked all the more

When she spoke

I felt daisies erupt around me

In silence did her fragrance

Lure me so.

There never was darkness with her

Sunshine or moonlight

Kissed my face 

With her presence.

Oh when she touched me,

It was exquisite silk.

Comfort, passion, warmth

All at once.

For years she stood with me

A silent companion.

My everlasting strength

A personal prayer.

An enchantress, a witch

A beautiful mystery.

It was magic!
She was my magic.

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Five sentence fiction: Anchor

"Nasir, what's that floating along the shore?" Myra shouted, her voice carrying along the barren beach.

Collecting garbage off the coast and selling it off to help their amma had become like a routine for them.

A huge crash of the waves brought the object of their fancy closer to the shore.

They ran towards it,  excitement in their veins, giggling like kids on a treasure hunt not knowing it indeed was a treasure of sorts.

In the evening news, it was known, two children discovered an old smuggled anchor made of gold on the beachfront.

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Mum and I always had each other's backs.

While she was the anchor that held our little family together, Pa was the one who drifted away.

I never looked back and thought about why he left, the way he did.

Maybe he was free spirited.

Maybe he couldn't be bound by chains.

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He lies at the bottom of the ocean now, her beloved.

As an anchor would plunge in the sea, did he sink, never to return. 

Too painful a memory.

What a lucky escape,  people said to her.

How could the gurgling and choking noises in her sleep she evade?

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I never can seem to decide what I want to post for Five sentence fiction prompt.

Which attempt do you like best?

Innocence: Five sentence Fiction

The baby's laughter filled the air, sounds of innocence.

Unkown to her surrounding, dumped she was outside a garbage truck.

The sweeper had had a terrible morning, another fight with her in laws over her infertility.

Finding the little girl in the garbage bin had been shocking to say the least.

She bundled up the baby in her arms, maybe it was God's gift to her childless marriage.



This post has been written for Five sentence fiction prompt innocence

Five sentence fiction: feathers

This post has been written for five sentence fiction with the prompt feathers. I couldn't decide on which post I wanted to post, so here's three pieces of fiction on the same.

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Blood dripping from her paws.

Feathers scattered across the floor.

Bits of flesh stuck in her sharp teeth.

The magnificent golden cat lay in a corner, satisfied.

It was a mistake to have bought the lovebirds, she thought to herself.

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"You've got to help me find her brother, I think I've found my soulmate. She was the one wearing the mask with pink feathers."

She was an enchantress, beautiful,  more than any word could describe, such was her grace and posture.

"Surely you do not mean the one with the green dress?" His friend inquired.

"Why yes I do, do you know her?"

"Even though you've found your soulmate in her, I'm afraid she already has hers in me," grinned his friend.

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She had always excelled in school.

Her need for competition and thirst for being the number one made her a workaholic.

Yet somewhere she craved for friends, real friends.

She had numerous trophies on her desk she realized, not one memory of a friend though.

She wondered how could she have missed this feather on her cap.

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Entrapment!

It was a trap.

She had set the table for two.

The perfect dinner, a perfect evening in store.

He would not know what hit him tonight.

Dressed in her best outfit.

Blood painted on her nails and lips.

Revenge at last.

She concealed the knife under her table, a mere hand away. Easy to grasp. Easy to kill.


Her sister would get peace through her deceitful love.

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This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.

Her companion

Shivering with fright, she covered her head with a blanket.

It was 3 am, the hands of the clock said, sleep was not agreeable.

The shadows on the wall, the images in her mind flashed again before her eyes.

Why did he have to end his life like that?

His nightmares were a constant companion.

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This post is written for five sentence fiction with the prompt companion