From @SaniaaSan:
There was nobody to catch him exceed his
daily TV viewing limit by fifteen minutes. Nobody in bed to play blanket wars
with, half-asleep. Nobody to fight with for the last slice of pizza lying
forgotten in the fridge. Nobody to beat to the shower every morning.
Turns out, anarchy was a very lonely
affair.
From @gauravjagwani:
There
were always two sides to this coin. There was not a single rule to bind the two
sets of people together. Chaos and mayhem were two words commonly used to
describe the society. But there had to be a way out. Suggestions were made.
Finally, I decided to go for 'that' corrective brain surgery.
From
@ashishshukul:
His mind
was in a state of anarchy. It seemed like he had lost control over his senses.
He was facing a formidable opponent, one which had rendered several people of
his ilk unproductive. Brushing aside his anxiety, he put pen to paper and
watched in delight as his scattered thoughts marched in harmony again.
From
@elwingt:
He stood
sheltered in the shadow of the building. Breathing deeply amidst chaos. His
thoughts flew to the relative calm of home.
But anger rose in his throat like bitter bile. He remembered the smug looks on the generals, while they glibly sent his comrades to war. He gripped his rifle tightly and stepped forward.
But anger rose in his throat like bitter bile. He remembered the smug looks on the generals, while they glibly sent his comrades to war. He gripped his rifle tightly and stepped forward.
From
@roshd:
Shirley’s
meticulously assembled township was now a pile of Lego bricks courtesy her
3year old brother Aaron, the anarchist. She gathered the bricks without a
tantrum, just like her father would, and put them away. She then picked up
Aaron’s favourite giraffe and tossed it out of the window. Her vindictiveness
was entirely her own.
From
@tweettabulous:
My world
is crashing, nothing is working out. The future uncertain and bleak.
But there's something about him, his lovely voice, his warm embrace, his caring eyes, his soft and passionate caress, his ability to make me smile during my lowest phase. He beats the anarchy in my mind. Love does have its perks, mostly.
But there's something about him, his lovely voice, his warm embrace, his caring eyes, his soft and passionate caress, his ability to make me smile during my lowest phase. He beats the anarchy in my mind. Love does have its perks, mostly.
From
@thenesseffect:
Anne Arky ruled the world; this was HER world. There were
castles, rainbows, chocolate, marshmallows, milk, cookies and cookie dough too.
There was magic, butterflies, tea parties, flouncy dresses and MAKEUP!
“WAKE UP!” shouted her hysterical hypnotist, but Anne’s body
just wouldn’t respond… She was 9, ruling the world from a body that was 55.
From @writingchalk:
She opened her wardrobe and let out an unholy scream.
He started laughing uncontrollably.
She gave him an icy stare.
The laughter sputtered and died down.
She blasted a neat hole through his forehead with her revolver.
After that, she called the police and got herself arrested.
All he had done was rearrange her wardrobe.
From @WickdWeirdWitch:
8am: Puppy & kids dancing on the bed. Loud music
blaring. Cold Coffee being made. Bournvita being eaten directly from jar.
Novels replace board books on study table. TV blaring ‘Tom & Jerry’. BF
giving missed call on landline. Sweet-nothings being whispered.
5pm: (Mom comes home from hospital)
Dog in Kennel, Music Off, Kids studying.
From @_souringpie:
“Give me
some examples of anarchy” she asked. “War.” “Indian
Assembly.” “Gaza destruction.” “DU admissions.” “Riots.” “Legislation.” “Indian
batting.” ”Punjabi weddings.” “Honey Singh’s songs.” “Sajid Khan.” “Gotham.”
“Love.” Raised
eyebrows and faint ‘what’s replaced the laughter. “How?” “Love creates a
beautiful anarchy of emotions in our mundane, insipid hassles of life”, he
said. They echoed.
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