Never enough #flashfiction

It’s never enough.

Everything lies within my grasp- acclaim, fame, name. But I am not satisifed. I know there is more to this life- more than just social updates, wines over dinner, clucks of sympathy and mysterious calamities.

And I see no end to it- this divisiveness created by being online, when something meant to connect always leaves us feeling inadequate.

Pam’s new hair colour,  the smell of fresh polish on Amy’s fake nails, Hope’s dazzling new Gucci bag-I can’t take it anymore.

What do I have to flaunt in this cultural wasteland?


My words aren’t enough to capture the ache in my soul or to fashion the pain in my heart into a fabulous piece of art. A poet. Am I even that? Nothing published. Not anywhere. Nobody reads what I say. 

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 Sitting here, by the garden of sorrows, I watch as the flowers bloom, some more in tune with Nature than others. Many of them struggle to survive the onslaught of rain, hail and sleet. A  few give up, quietly, without a struggle.

For an infinite second that stretches into forever, I contemplate it too.Giving up. Today, this instant, I could choose to end it all. No family to mourn me, no friends to grieve me and no love to visit my grave, year after year. Like the flowers that turn to dust and blend with the call of the earth’s bosom, my body will find a willing lake that welcomes me with open arms.

With it, I know that Life can end and so will this pain. Will I though?

Nadia paused in her writing to look out the window of her dingy, one-bedroom home and sighed at the irony. The least she could have was a real field with real flowers. The clock chimed, reminding her of her tryst with the publisher, so she hunched her shoulders down into the writer’s stance and continued to pour her soul onto paper.



Un'Reason'able- #amwriting

Tyler glanced lovingly at Mia, as she sat there, perusing the book with pursed lips and a frown on her face.

What’s the matter, my dear? he ventured with a lifted brow.

Nothing, she said and went back to the book.

Aww, come on. Is there something upsetting my grumpy ol’ bear?

Really, Tyler. There is nothing. Can you just drop it, please? she said with a touch of irritation.

But, he plodded on. There MUST be something. I can feel it. The air is crackling with your disapproval, he said with twinkling eyes.

Exasperated, she snapped the book shut and glared at him. NOTHING is wrong. I just want to be alone. Can you help me out here?

With a hurt puppy-dog face, he said, I only wanted to cheer you up.

Mia sighed and replied, Sometimes, there are no reasons, Tyler. We are sad because we want to be. It gives me a break from being cheerful all the time and looking at the positive in every damn thing in this world. I can lose myself in this ‘Sadness without a Reason.’ 

Am I making sense now?

Tyler looked befuddled.

So. . . you’re sad because you want to be sad?

Exactly, said Mia, with a shadow of a smile tugging at her lips. Glad it got through.

Tyler smiled outwardly, while wondering to himself, ‘ What the heck is wrong with the woman?!’


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I am a Write Tribe Pro Blogger– Trying to blog everyday for a year.

Today is Day 56

Also linking this to Day 27 of the Ultra Blog Challenge