They packed their suitcase, dreaming of a new life – a new city, a new home. They imagined the city would offer fresh experiences, a vibrant world to discover, and memories waiting to be made…| And Miles to go before I sleep...
People are trapped in yesterday’s memories and tomorrow’s plans.No one knows how to live in today anymore.The past is replayed, the future is bought and sold, but the present is ignored. Then someo…| And Miles to go before I sleep...
Music: I can touch hearts without a single word.Writing: And I can make a thought last forever.Music: When I end, people still feel me. I call it resonara – the echo that stays inside.Writing: When I end, people can return to me. I call it inkscape – the world a page can hold.Music: You keep … Continue reading Resonara & Inkscape→| And Miles to go before I sleep…
Image credit; Peter Thomas @ Unsplash I came back to the place where we first met. The same table was waiting, with two cups set on it. I ordered what we had ordered that day, hoping to feel close …| And Miles to go before I sleep...
Image Source: Generated by AI Each night, I burn another unsent letter. The fire is warm, but the ashes seem to whisper everything I never said. In the quiet, my regret feels louder than the flames…| And Miles to go before I sleep...
When I was little, rain meant freedom.Puddles were playgrounds, and each splash felt like magic.I’d race barefoot through wet streets, clothes clinging, laughter echoing louder than thunder. Now, the rain finds me at a window.The glass is fogged, the bench outside glistens, and I sit still, watching.The puddles wait, but I don’t move. Somewhere between … Continue reading From Puddles to Windows→| And Miles to go before I sleep…
This is Week #147 of the Saturday Six Word Story Prompt and Shweta’s prompt word is ‘Shock’ “Shattered dreams lay still, shock lingered“ Joining Shweta’s Six word story – 147| And Miles to go before I sleep…
She kept the clock running backward, just to see which regrets would return first. They didn’t line up in order.Some were small – a text she never replied to, an invitation she turned down without much thought.Others were heavier – the time she stayed silent when someone needed her voice, the day she chose the … Continue reading When regrets come back→| And Miles to go before I sleep…
Image Credit; Eveling Salazar @ Unsplash Image Credit; Hirz Maulana @ Unsplash The machine was never meant to feel.It was built for obedience and function – a silent servant in a noisy world.…| And Miles to go before I sleep...
He slammed the door and left mid-argument. Hours passed. The anger faded, but the silence stayed. She swept the broken glass, reheated the food, folded the clothes – everything he never noticed. When he finally returned and said nothing, just walked past her, she didn’t stop him.Because in that quiet, she finally saw it clearly. … Continue reading The Aftermath of the Fight→| And Miles to go before I sleep…
