June 6: Create & Destroy

From @sharasekaram:
My love can create what you wish to be. It will inspire you to reach heights you never thought were possible, to touch the stars, conquer the skies. My love can also destroy you. Make who you are, and who you thought you would be vanish – like a puff of smoke. Like you never existed. 

From @shammakkiya:
SCENE I
Yafeu, a wannabe writer reads a novel by Isaac Asimov.
Dozes off.

SCENE II
Yafeu, hears blade slaps. *Whoop*
A chopper lands.
Transparent men disembark.
The sky splits open.
Descends an escalator.
Ascends the men.

SCENE III
Yafau writes based on Creation Science.
Destroys Atheism.

SCENE IV
Yafeu secures the prestigious Hugo Awards.

Original photograph by @Mari_deSilva

From @Mari_deSilva:
To create and destroy – what an absolute power to possess. Often I wonder why you won’t just end it and be done with it. Why painstakingly wait and watch whilst we slowly, brutally do it ourselves? Are you a sadist, or just an indomitable dreamer, hoping against hope that we’ll find our way back home?


From @rami_desh:
'Congratulations on the birth of your new child! Within those hands are the power to create or destroy the world, please handle with care.'

From @gehan99:
"She was an artist, a poet, a maestro. Not in any ordinary sense of the world; she was by no means anything short of extraordinary.

For her canvas was my heart, and her tongue her brush from which she painted masterpieces of love or hate.

And in the end, I was both created and destroyed."

From @capt_sparkly:
Take me apart, she said, one pin at a time, like you would a paper doll. Unfold me, spread me across your knees; iron out the creases with your thumb.

Blot the ink that marks my face. Break me down again and again, till we both forget exactly how to put me together again.

From Priyanthie de Silva:
I have been told how ones words have the power to create & destroy. As the saying goes, 'the tongue is only six inches long, but has the ability to bring down a six foot man!' Our teachers, who humiliated us in the presence of our peers, during our impressionable years did not know better.

From theshadowseeker:
It did not take much to create me. Alcohol, raging hormones and sex that neither can remember. Since that moment of creation, destined to one end- destruction. There is more I insist. That which cannot be created nor destroyed. That I am simultaneously only the path and the vessel for. Eternal force- Life. 

From @wikifreakz:
Tomorrow we created the masterpiece of our time!
ChronoWagon™: the first ever time-machine of human history.

Now we can travel through the past and correct the errors made in 21st century.
*
Synchronizing..
Take off.
*VRROOOOOM*
*
MOSCOW | Fri June 07, 2013 (Reuters)
'An unspecified flying object found over Georgia was destroyed last night,' says Kremlin aide.

June 4: Love & Lust

From @gillian.nair:
I couldn’t tell what it was that we had. I felt different. I felt alive. Like the missing piece to a puzzle.

I craved to feel the heat of his body against mine, for his tongue to move in me.

But more than anything I desperately wanted it to be more than sex.

Original photograph by Tristan Kube

From Tristan Kube:
Lust burns bright like a roman candle but is quick to subside, love shines maybe not so resplendently, but is the constantly warm yet illusory light we all keep chasing never to find. It is true, it is sad – love is only a feeling that we had.


From @AntonyCF:
She wanted his love, He wanted her for lust! Between the two of them, He was wanted by another for lust, She was wanted in to be love by another! Life's twisted comedy, we keep playing games we don't like and want to, but we're merely puppets on stage drama - Love/Lust

From @shamsmakkiya:
FLASHBACKS.

Lust for life.
Bosom friends.
Lotus seeds.
Gum trees.
Peacock feathers.
Sand dunes. Sarsaparilla roots.
Childish quarrels.
Venomous creatures.
Hearty wishes.
Sorrowful departure.
Happy meetings. Crazy parties.
Grand occasions.
Whimsical thoughts.
Memorable journeys.
Arab voices.
Historical love.
Unlimited messages.
Haunting memories.
Aching tears.
Unbearable reproaches.
Unexpected incidents.
Chance acquaintances. 
Blissful seconds.
Love for death.

From @Mari_deSilva:
“How the legs machang? Like a bloody super-model!”
“I’d tap that any day!”

What it must feel like to be at the brunt of such objectification. The humiliation and indignity of it all must be unimaginable. So demeaning.   

Must feel good to be able to turn a few heads though no? 

From Human to Turd:
Her mother often looked at him insinuatingly and on some occasions even let fly a sarcastic and caustic remark which he judiciously chose to ignore. She never trusted him from day one. To her he looked (not so much the cheat but) a free-spirit who would one day break her daughter’s heart. She was wrong.

From @wikifreakz:
The ballroom was ablaze with the radiant disco lights.
The ecstatic Tango music bursted in the fullest spirit.
Their torsos brushed each other.
He sighed emitting weed stench: a furnace -literally.
Their desires popped up swiftly just like the bubbles of the beverages served.

The neon board at the entrance read:
'THE VALENTINE'S SAGA - 2013'

From @capt_sparkly:
In your darkened car, 
buttons undone, 
wet and wanting, 
I lust for more,

Of you.
From you.

Fogging up the glass, 
fingers tangled, 
licking the sweat, 
off the base of your neck,

Inhale.
Exhale.

I am the kind of girl,

your mother warned you about.

June 3: War & Peace

Original photo by @Mari_deSilva

From @Mari_deSilva:
Travelling up to Jaffna for the first time after the war in 2010, I couldn’t help but notice the charred, head-less Palmyrah trees that lined either side of the A9. They just stood there – broken. The sole witnesses of the bloody…the brutal. The blackened remnants of a Victor's peace.

Original photo by Tristan Kube

From Tristan Kube:
Doves flying in the aftermath of war, betwixt the setting sun and the early dark, giving resonance to ancient wars and the never-ending battles fought – to be won and lost.

In my pensive state a hesitant thought sprang aloud; “one day would the end be brought about by a blinding light and a mushroom cloud?”

From mongrel:
"Let's flip a coin on it"

The brothers were to go their seperate ways. Their blood coursed in opposite directions. One felt closer to their motherland; the other like father like son. In one hand, a ticket for the Ruhunu Kumari and a ticket for the Yaal Devi.

"I call heads"

In the other hand - each other.

From theshadowseeker:
I shot him and he died. I was the only one left protecting the fort. I couldn't see where my comrades were hiding. Weapon ready, I advanced. 

"Ah! Watch where you are going child!"

"Come and have tea boys". 

My dead victim stuck his tongue out at me and reached for a biscuit.  

From @shamsmakkiya:
The constant war waged against her inner self drained her blooming energy.
External pressures nagged her feeble life.
None bothered to understand her likes and dislikes.
Her concrete attitude was all that brought her peace of mind.
Ultimately, she harnessed herself to face every adversity with complete resoluteness.

From @wikifreakz:
'Shehzad weds Tehreem'
The wedding ceremony was underway in a joyous spirit.

'May peace and prosperity be with you two,' the elderly Hakim wished the duo in Pashto.
The moment the 'Aina mosaf' ritual started, something blasted.
Everything went blank.
¤
'At least fifteen suspected Al-Qaeda militants killed in rocket strikes in South Waziristan,' reported CNN.

From @PennyKinned:
“It’s confirmed, ma’am. He’s contacted all the key operatives. He’s the mastermind!”

“Excellent.”

“Should we arrest him?”

“So he can keep pulling the strings from his jail cell for years to come? No. Think up a story, finish him off.”

“But ma’am--”

“Do it, agent. The price of peace is this secret, dirty war.”

June 1-2: Black & White

From @sharasekaram:
Black and white. Ebony and ivory. Cream and ash. Him and her. You and me. This is the story of how opposites attract. How two people from two completely different worlds, find themselves bound together by that one force – love. Love can make two worlds collide, but does that also mean destruction is imminent? 

From @BatmanEarth12:
I am supposed to see blue and gold halos, but the only thing I am seeing now are black & white lines like the kind you find behind packets of Oreo.

Even acid cant quench my emptiness. 

Why do I want to be normal? Is it because the other angels are calling me an abomination?

Its not my fault that I am a Nephilim. 

From @gillian.nair:
You're  sad and insignificant 
You're lonely and fragile
You're broken and withdrawn
You're unforgiving
You're black. The darkest colour of your heart.
You're lonely dark soul.
You're alone and  fucked up.
You're not 50 shades of grey
You're white and pure.
Honest and content.
You're mine.

From @AntonyCF:
This world is not black and white my child - a dying father.
He saw both black and white in her eyes - looking at his daughters eyes
Black and White, opposite polars of the same line! Just like you and me - two brothers
Once white, now black, evil times are upon us - said the tribes chief

From @shamsmakkiya:
The two thick friends,
Known as bridge jumpers,
Wagered a fortune.
Headed for the millionaire's row.
Sat majestically.
The flag dropped.
Their eyes were fixed on the black and white.
Tension rised.
Ended in a dead heat.
No!
Deemed the photo finish.
The black captured the win.
Anger emanated.
Money does break the fragile bonds.

From Saumya Fernando:
She sat down with her steaming coffee and relaxed her painful right leg on the stool nearby balancing the album on her lap. Taking a deep breath while opening it with her shaky hand, she read; Our Wedding. Her favourite black and white photograph. If only life had been as simple and clear as this.

From theshadowseeker:
Sun tanned skin covered partially by the white shirt and white flowing trousers. His black hair whisked up by the sea breeze as he walks barefoot, feet sinking into the sand. I dip into the pools of black within white that are his eyes. Explosions of colour within me, warm wet and undeniable.

From kahlusudda:
white teeth / yellow teeth / coffee stains / nicotine // white paper / brown paper / cellotape / book covers // yellow weather / brown leather / red floor / white socks // blue shorts / black socks / purple bruise / orange juice // blu-tack / white cap / red hat / black cat // straw hat / thatched roof / thunder bucket // under kitchen / table sink // black hole / white eyes // black whole / white eyes 

From @wikifreakz:
The king was diagnosed with a brain tumour.
*
A prophecy claimed that a talisman buried under an ancient reservoir would bring him longevity.

Several black magic rituals were performed. Billions spent on excavations.

Meanwhile the rebels criticized 'It's just another white elephant'.
*
Months later..
Something miraculous happened.
The tests confirmed:
'HE hasn't got ANY!'

From @ Mari_deSilva: 
On again, off again, they never fully got each other out of their systems. Now with different partners, they were good friends, comfortable and sincere. After a few drinks, he just wanted to hold her hand...ruffle her hair - nothing more. As his partner looked on from afar, she shifted uneasily, but didn't pull away.

From @PennyKinned:
Sunday morning is all about those black-and-white sheets.

Sitting on the porch with a pile of unread newspapers from the week, sipping hot masala chai. Reading in companionable silence. Rustle-rustle-rustle. Occasionally swapping stories. “Listen to this…” Cutting out adverts and articles for family and friends. Snip-snip.


It’s perfection. So…no news app for me, thanks.