Its a hatrick! Won the third competition in which I had submitted a horror story! Once again one of the top 3 entries. Will be part of another published anthology by #WriterFluence #artofwriters #writingcommunity
Its a hatrick! Won the third competition in which I had submitted a horror story! Once again one of the top 3 entries. Privileged to be part of another forthcoming published anthology by WriteFluence. @writefluence
We are extremely pleased to announce the winners of the Spookoween contest.
Mentioned below are all the winning writers and stories that have qualified to be published in our next publication.
Top 3: Wilbur Watts, Aneesha Shewani and Shanaya A.V.
Our sincere gratitude to all the writers, participants and our respected jury members who made this contest a success!
All winners will receive an email and a publishing contract from WriteFluence within30 business days. The contract has to be digitally completed with the required information withinfivedays of receipt, failing which the position will be given to the next writer in the shortlist. Our book editing and production process will begin only after all contracts are digitally signed.
Let words nourish my soul Each letter seep into my pores With every thought let it surge A streak of light, an energy rush Let tender paper caress fingers As poetry on my lips trembles Let my pen speak in volumes As another story gently blooms!
Far from civilization, in extreme weather conditions, no connectivity, living each day in disciplined rhythm, probably the soldiers also wait for the colourful, boisterous tourists to arrive at their sentinel!
Literally, the last frontier for civilian vehicles, the Zero Point, Yumthang in North Sikkim, just 15 km from the China border, is your chance to see and touch remnants of the winter snow, in the month of June. The area is barren but the treacherous journey is picturesque, the eternal romance of the mountains and clouds changing colors and tactics on alpine slopes. Sometimes you can see the blush of pink mountain flowers, many times the rugged energy of a river breaking down the mountain, rock by rock, stone by stone!
Tourists follow the serpentine rugged roads to reach the cold altitude of 15000 feet. They stand in awe at what is the edge of a certain part of the country and they cross a rickety plank bridge to touch the crumbling snow. In winter months, travelers engage in snow ball fights in rented gear!
Photo highlight – Freezing temperature and the husband carrying snow across the plank bridge, in his hands so that the children could hold it!
Tiny tots like him walk to school on weekdays with siblings, trotting dangerously along the edge. It is scary but they look unperturbed, their cheeks red under the clear mountain sun.
The month of June brings back memories of summer vacations and travels to lands far and fair. In June 2017, our family of 3 went to Sikkim with family friends and relatives. I took notes on my phone, posting them along with pictures on my Facebook page. I bring them out here to share impressions that stay forever.
Lachen Monastery, Sikkim
We were soaking in the blue skies, admiring the mountains, and the peace, letting our prayers flutter in the wind, along with the prayer flags.
They say sights make lasting memories and a touch imprints forever. However, it was the smells that lie splattered across her memory-scape. This story traces an olfactory journey of a lifetime as she put pieces together, wondering what lies next.
1980 – It is the smell of soap – an expensive luxury bar of white soap. The silhouette of a man with that soapy fragrance is still vivid. She was barely 3-years old. She can recognize that smell anywhere but does not come across it often. She cannot remember who he was, yet the distinct memory captures her.
She frets that she needs to dig deeper into the recesses and find out why the fragrance of that soap and the man are so alive in her mind even after 40 years. There are no answers; she does not even know whether that time was good or bad; whether that memory points to any event in her life. The lack of an answer makes her uncomfortable as they remind her of an unknown man and his soapy odor from when she was barely a toddler.