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Two phrase story #17

I provide the first phrase and you complete the sentence, in your own way and we see in how many different directions one thought can be taken…..

“I saw the tentative, thin, red lines I’d drawn…….”

My attempt –

“……..and holding my hand steadier, said to myself, “No more tries.””

 

Your turn!

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About hbhatnagar

I need to fill this up with much better content than I had populated it with earlier. Why I write a blog maybe? I started blogging in 2009 or thereabouts. I was a newly turned atheist and wanted to converse with others of the same persuasion. We're not exactly a big population group in India! It didn't go very well and I sort of lost interest, posting a few things now and then. I got a lot more regular over the last few months and have been posting almost daily since February '15. There were many reasons why I gradually became more regular in posting, but one way or the other, here I am! So this blog has taken shape, being at different points in time my showcase, my comedy club, my art gallery, my book club, my therapist, my close friend, my innermost self....but always my little corner of the world. You are all welcome to visit and I hope you stay awhile! A few points about me because I don't want to lead anyone on(and trust me this does become an issue more often than I'd care to admit). I'm Indian, the brown-skinned variety; if race, ethnicity or skin colour is an issue, you don't have to get to know me any more than what you see on my blog. I'm 40, so if age is an issue, please be informed accordingly. I was a doctor, an ophthalmic surgeon for 10 years before I quit practice.

Discussion

28 thoughts on “Two phrase story #17

  1. I really like this one, Dr. Hb! πŸ™‚

    Liked by 1 person

    Posted by Amy | 05/11/2015, 7:57 PM
  2. I saw the tentative, thin, red lines I’d drawn, unable to remember what I had meant to write, or why, and dizziness brought me to my knees.

    Liked by 1 person

    Posted by C. T. | 05/11/2015, 6:32 PM
  3. And appreciated my skills as a tattoo artist :p
    Lol this was lame.,but I hope no more tries please πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚

    Liked by 1 person

    Posted by izza ifzaal | 05/11/2015, 5:36 PM
  4. I saw the tentative, thin, red lines I’d drawn; the wrist was my canvas, the razor, my paintbrush!

    Liked by 1 person

    Posted by Soumya Mishra | 05/11/2015, 12:50 PM
  5. In my old diary.
    A great flash back of memory it was tentative because someone special came and asked why so tensed.

    Liked by 1 person

    Posted by Pooja Mehta | 05/11/2015, 12:44 PM
  6. before I saw the instructions USE BLACK OR BLUE PEN ONLY.

    Liked by 1 person

    Posted by Lakshmi Srivatsan | 05/11/2015, 10:38 AM
  7. …And decided I ‘d wear my scars like trophies .

    Liked by 2 people

    Posted by priyankamoraes | 05/11/2015, 10:30 AM
  8. I need to practice cutting more.

    Liked by 1 person

    Posted by Tessa | 05/11/2015, 9:46 AM
  9. And wondered if imagination began or ended right there.

    Liked by 1 person

    Posted by Vamagandhi | 05/11/2015, 8:14 AM
  10. …as the cuts welled up with blood.

    Liked by 3 people

    Posted by Victo Dolore | 05/11/2015, 7:45 AM
  11. Trying to make you understand that the new prescription she wrote causes tremors.

    A man’s face is his autobiography. A woman’s face is her work of fiction. – Oscar Wildekk

    Date: Thu, 5 Nov 2015 01:24:11 +0000 To: booguloo@live.com

    Liked by 1 person

    Posted by booguloo | 05/11/2015, 7:19 AM
  12. “…and I realized I was a walking contradiction: proud of the pain I caused myself but ashamed at the possibility of having him see the lines.”

    I like this! So far my favorite post of yours.

    Liked by 4 people

    Posted by Borderline Med | 05/11/2015, 7:02 AM

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