Thursday, October 4, 2012


Micropoetry is here. Why not microstories? So here are a few, for starters. Do let me know how they are. (If anyone at all is reading this, that is)

This one is not exactly creative. Cliched, with the salt water thing, but here it is:

Salt water summed her up. Sweat, tears and the sea. A tragic birth that orphaned her, a life soaked in sweat. A final, befitting finale when the sea drifted away with her body.
That night, the cold gray sky sent a rain that wasn't very salty.

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