Image Source I was standing in front of a wooden door on the porch of an old Victorian building. A flimsy mask made of rusting iron was… Read more “Knock! Knock!”
Here is another entry from our #WringoInk. project. Image Source Monday: She was reading something. We were in a library surrounded by books. I was glad she… Read more “Blown Out of Proportion — Wringo Ink.”
Until I had not read Sylvia Plath’s work, I had no idea that poetic thoughts could be realistic too. I had first met her in the year… Read more “The Miracle of Literature — A Painful Plath”
Zoobia Shahid was among the brightest students in her class. The 14-year-old had only recently learned that world was elliptical. Copernicus and Galileo had faced quite a handful of troubles before the perfectionists finally came to terms with the fact that their beloved earth was not a perfect circle. She didn’t know what kind of sacrifice she would have to make for her parents to appreciate her truly.
Image Source And once upon a time, I was a piece of a jigsaw puzzle. But not the corner one — that is always unique. I was more… Read more “Riddle Me Out!”