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From Shemali (theshadowseeker):
A drop of sweat falls to the ground as he digs. Just a bit more. Thud. The sound of the shovel against the coffin. Well sealed, but he was used to this, the smell too. A week old maybe? Yes! His sources had been right. Mouth pried open, the false teeth with roots of gold.
From Poomigal:
If only I saw that gold wedding ring on his finger. But why did he lie to me, leaving a part of him growing in me? Every Friday I sit at the same place I met him first hoping he will come by to say hi and tell me that it wasn’t lust but love.
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| Sonia (Author has permission to use this photo.) |
Sonia glittered as she whirled the little black girl around the room to the infectious rhythm of the Afro-Cuban drum. Her name, “Gold”, matched her fiery personality. Her eyes danced; aligned with the girls fast swaying body. Her excitement was contagious- this little dollop of sun, a mother of two. She lit up the night.
From @sharasekaram:
It’s simple, round and gold. It’s not fancy, nor large. But it fits perfectly on the fourth finger of my left hand – telling the world that my heart has been taken. My world is no longer just me. I am entwined in another, creating a legacy and a life. I am part of a whole.
From @HalikAzeez:
"Yes putha, come with me, don't cry ah. I'll take you to dada."
Tiny, screwed up eyes looked up at him, suspicious. And he grinned, his teeth glinting flashes of gold.
From @TheRoundedCube:
“How much?”
“One kilo”
“One kilo of what?”
“Gold”
“What?!”
“Gold”
“Gold?!”
“Gold!!”
“Ok, I’ll get you”
“When?”
“Tomorrow – I'll get it somehow”
“Make it quick”
“I have the gold”
“Show me”
“I need to test it”
“Exactly 1 kilo, we shall accept it”
“Thank you”
“Wait here”
“Ok, you will be the next president”
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| Author and his cousin eating sausages stuck on twigs and cooked in a fireplace in Hatton (Author has permission to use this photo.) |
There’s old gold in them thar hills.
Under the tea bushes of Hatton
where I played as a boy.
On guava trees where we made tree houses.
In the smoky crackle of bonfire twigs.
The dull gleam of memories
half-hidden now
by a man’s burden
of mortgages, obligations, fears
and the velvet dust of years.
From Priyanthie de Silva:
She’s worth her weight in gold!” my children used to say, for my culinary skills, my baby-sitting skills etc. Now I sit alone in a barren snow-field, awaiting to be the vultures dinner. It was the custom you see, to abandon old people who had outlived their usefulness thus. That’s the cycle of life!
From Saumya Fernando:
She hurriedly stuffed the contents into an old biscuit tin. Looking around the makeshift apartment, she quickly hid it under the soft white sand, covering it with a cooking pot. Hastily smudging the red smear on her receding hairline she realized with horror, the gold wedding band. Too late before the hyenas come for her.
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| (Author has permission to use this photo.) |
From Tristan Kube:
From the bowels of desolate wastelands there emerged a sable gold – a gold that would eventually govern all nations and alter the lives of every Homo Sapien conceitedly parading on their hind legs. This baneful combination will ultimately determine the fate of every species in this precious global hub we all call home.
From @Mari_deSilva:
Day after day she silently laboured. Her toil long been taken for granted. Day after day he brought home the bacon. It was his rightful duty after all. They provided for their oblivious young, and watched them run in frantic pursuit of riches. If only the young had realized the gold they had left behind.
From @wikifreakz:
"Eureka!"
Mission Au-197, a top secret project of CERN succeeded at last.
The team was working on a cryptic alchemy manuscript:
'Gold Transmutation'
They invented a device that separates any substance into molecules.
Garner's happy tears rolled down on cheeks.
A drop fell on the device.
'BANG!'
Oops.. Sodium, Chlorine, Oxygen & Hydrogen were separated!
From @PennyKinned:
Laden down by her heavy sari and jewellery, she made her way slowly to the pandal. As she reached the sacred marriage tent, she saw her to-be-husband’s eyes light up, taking in her solid gold necklaces and bangles. “Not once did he look at my face,” she explained later, after the leaving-him-at-the-pandal confusion had subsided.
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