July 3-4: Wreckage

Original photograph by @Mari_deSilva

From @Mari_deSilva:It had to be here somewhere, she kept muttering to herself. Covered in dirt and soot, her clothes tattered, she relentlessly searched through the rubble of what once was her home. Finally she found it, eerily untouched by the destruction around it. There they stood smiling together – a happy family, as they should be.

From @rami_desh:The voices inside her head had been silent for a while. The taste of destruction had infected her tongue, cursed her very soul.

It was time to pick up the broken wreckage of her existence and awaken the voices once again.'

From @shamsmakkiya:No sooner the calamity took place, sorrow spreaded like the wild-fire.
The village at whole grieved over the bloodless lass.
The vicious lady, Mrs. Hagar, neither regretted nor admitted.
Patience tied the family with untiring prayers.
Years went by.....
Mrs. Hagar got afflicted by a life-threatening disease.
Divine punishment swept away the wreckage of flesh and bones.

From @wIkIfReAkz:Asylum
The well-packed trawler was heading towards Oceania..

The human luggages were dreaming of the fortunes that were only some 117 nautical miles away..

The monsoon sky seemed awfully gloomy just like their future..

*

TWO DAYS LATER:

The Oz navy spotted a suspicious object far off shore and found 68 migrants on the wreckage, dead.

From shanz@1971:Dreams come crashing down, marriages broken, families torn apart, all hope is gone,..all that is left is a wreckage...

From Capt Nihal de Silva:

In 1912 the world's most famous luxury liner "TITANIC" was launched and left on its' maiden voyage.and on the first night the invincible liner sank with over 1000 on board it took nearly 100 years to locate the "wreckage" ,but mysteriously no one  wanted to bring up the bodies and have a ceremonial proper burial.

June 30: Alone

From @cernoblog:

Are you the only one who feels that tyranny is the primal force tugging at the trajectory of politics? Does everyone around you think casting one's allegiance to a king every few years is democracy? Do your friends still pretend they live in one? Don't worry, with Chivas Regal, you are never alone.

From @Priyanthie de Silva:

I stood alone on the deserted beach,watching the sea gulls screeching overhead. What an ugly sound they made, for creatures so footloose & fancy free. Take the caged bird for example, they sang their hearts out, with such gay abandon! Nobody would know theirs was a cry of desperation.

From @Mari_deSilva:

It’s really not as bad as everyone perceives it to be, you know? Sometimes it’s all your heart craves for. The solace no other state of being can ever provide. I’m often warned that if I continue this way, I’d probably wind up alone one day. Sometimes I think that day can’t come soon enough.

From @shamsmakkiya:

Sisters' poisoned sister

Mrs. Hagar, a lady of fortune, desired the young man of characters for her daughter alone.

He declined her proposal.

Aggravated her anger.

She camouflaged it under her plotful grin.

Days later,

He bonded his dream-girl.

Mrs. Hagar threw them a grand feast.

His sister-in-law turned blue.

The poison consumed the budding soul.

From @wIkIfReAkz:

The echoing sound of ‘left-right-left’ is now over...

I'm sighing deeply, gazing at the empty parade-ground..

How paradoxical it's been:

feeling lonely, among routine bugles and a mass of worn-out berets and boots...

My first task will be fighting against anonymity..

*

Then I didn't know I would never identify the camouflaged soul of mine..

From @raisalw:

She sleeps in doorways.

Once she was a mother, but when she was done cooking, cleaning and raising them, they didn’t need her anymore.

So now she sleeps in shop fronts, alone. Except even those aren’t her friends- she has a scar from when one roller door shut on her face- a zip-line, measuring pain.

From Yasmin:

Growing up in a broken household had hardened her. She allowed no one inside her heart, because being alone was safest, she thought. But deep inside, she was lonely.

He loved her deeply; that much she knew, but it was unfair to expect him to understand her completely. He was, after all, only a boy.

June 26-27: Psychedelic

From @raisalw:
The moon pulsates in psychedelic hues. I am lying on a beach stranded in the middle of everywhere. The music amplifies. Cool air on my skin. How glorious to be alive, thanks to a spoonful of sugar.

One hit is enough.  

But what’s happening now? Strange hands, a wolf-smile and a single, whispered word.

“Lassanai”

From @shamsmakkiya:
Red, purple, white and pink corruscated the vine-covered trellis.

"Wow! Morning Glory," Tritos smiled psychedelically.

Tritos's parents sensed something odd in their innocent-looking son.

Tritos went on a field trip to the woods.

In search of the lawn-mower, mom went up to the attic.

"OH NO! My son can never be a doper." *Wept*

From @Mari_deSilva: 
He was the epitome of colour. His Code of Ethics enshrined it. His every breath, his every moment was wrapped in flamboyance. Everything he touched transformed into an instant work of art. No shade nor hue ever escaped him. Madiba truly lived every colour of the rainbow. I wonder who knew he was colour blind?

From @paviliciousk:
I stepped outside; into a crowd of people. Everyone was looking in the same direction. I peeped. It’s a Double rainbow. It had a psychedelic effect on all who saw it. Cars slowed down, people stood in the middle of the street snapping pictures; trying to ingrain this magic into their brain...

 ...or their phone.

From @wIkIfReAkz:
The Spa

Cathy gulped the crimson liquid. Gradually dozed off. Got her sanity jettisoned.

*BLANK*
*
EcstoSpa ensured the ecstatic feeling of OBE (Out-of-body experience) - detachment of the supracelestial body from the mass.
*
She opened her eyes.

Amidst the erroneous views of random psychedelic swirls, a blurry scene was slightly visible: a guy holding a handicam..

From @PennyKinned:
He was sulking in the attic when he found it: a string-tied packet of old photographs. Psychedelic clothes and carefree smiles. He thought of them now, his father’s shoulders bowed and his mother’s saris carefully reused till they fell apart. All for him, he knew. A single tear rolled down his still-downy cheek.

June 24: Resurrection

From @sharasekaram:
She turned around at him and smiled, her lips as red as blood against startlingly white teeth. He suppressed a shudder, unable to tear his gaze away from the perfectly sculpted face. It was inhumane in its perfection, it was unnatural. Guess that’s what happens when plastic surgeons resurrect what was left of you. 

From @raisalw:
She stepped up on the ledge, untwisting the knots in her hair. The ground seemed so far away. She hesitated, then remembered that sheet of paper. The one which told her she had failed- again. “It’s just one step,” she thought, “and then, perhaps, resurrection.”
At first, she was just a fleck of paper, falling. 

From @paviliciousk:
res-ur-rec-tion
1. the act of rising from the dead.
2. the rising of Christ after His death and burial.

I heard that Jesus was the first Zombie. 
The Son of God: ground zero of the Zombie apocalypse?
Religion as Science Fiction?
Or just Fiction?
Side note: World War Z should be renamed “Piles of Zombies.”

From @shamsmakkiya & @wIkIfReAkz:
Abel Vs Cain

Abel was gagged and abducted to the abandoned junkyard.
The blood was made to imbibe air emboli.
"Aaaarrrrghhh"
Pulse rate came to a sudden halt.
*
'Tick-tick.. Tick-tick'
The gem-studded Rolex alienated time from its owner.
Desires resurrected the centuries-old curse.
*
The DNA tests confirmed that the assassin was none but his confidant.

From Mythify:
She was confident enough in her new self, her new life, her new marriage to accept when he called and asked her to dinner. “It’s harmless,” she thought confidently. “I’ve moved past that, past him.” But a single caress resurrected her old self: eventually, she snorted the proffered coke and went back to his place.

From @Mari_deSilva:
A Christian, each year, I would gleefully await our family tradition of lighting Vesak lanterns outside. Impatiently, I’d count down the days to the neighbourhood Sinhala & Tamil New Year celebrations. The Independence Day Parade was a never-to-be-missed family date around the TV. Now, distorted and exploited, doubt it can ever be the same again...