Posted in fantasy, flash fiction, Prose, Writing

Trapdoor – 3LineTales

It’s a complete mess on the surface: heaps of tools, old, rusty and broken, are strewn across the floor.

But somewhere underneath that rubble there’s a trapdoor which leads to my home dimension, and among these tools there’s a key which will let me open it.

I begin my search; I don’t want to be stuck on Earth any longer.


Photo by Ashim D’Silva

Written in response to Sonya’s 3LineTales prompt.

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Posted in Challenges, fantasy, flash fiction, Prose, Writing

Immortal Rainbow

After the demons came and devastated the planet, his existence was reduced to a ray of light in the center of an ever-present rainbow. He never thought he’d regret acquiring immortality, but here he was, hovering over a lifeless land, distressed and alone. He wondered what had happened to the other immortals; there were quite a few when humanity was alive. Were they rainbows too or something else entirely?

A new human race sprung forth. Some of the new mortals thought his form was some kind of magic. Others prayed to the awing rainbow. He pitied them, knowing the demons would attack again. When they did, he felt useless, unable to help in any way other than simply glowing.

This new humanity, however, was victorious.

After the remnants of the demonic storm had dissipated, for a moment, his existence was elevated to thousands of rainbows all around the planet, and he felt united with similar silent ethereal beings. Transforming into a lone little light again, he felt himself disappearing from the world. Stray raindrops—his tears—fell on the ground.

He couldn’t have felt happier.

His last thoughts were questions.

What now?

Darkness?

Or a reunion with the ones I’d lost?


Painting: Rainbow by Arkhip Kuindzhi

Hey, hey, hey, this seems like a happy ending! I mean, it’s sort of an open ending but it could totally be happy, right? Right?

Anyway, I tried.

Written for Jane Dougherty’s Microfiction Challenge (I have no idea how that picture inspired an apocalyptic tale but OK)

All comments are welcome!

Posted in Blogging, Book, Review

7 Things I Love About The Cursed Child

Sure, yeah, Harry Potter and the Cursed Child has quite a few plot holes, out-of-character Harry, Ron & Hermione and a questionable villain, but for me, it’s the underlying themes that count. In this play, it’s the ever-present (in the HPverse) themes of love, friendship and overcoming hardships with the people you care about. These are the things that made it enjoyable for me, and many others.

Anyway, SPOILERS ahead in the list of things I loved about The Cursed Child.


  1. The Amazing Duo

ALBUS: Albus. Al. I’m — my name is Albus . . .

SCORPIUS: Hi Scorpius. I mean, I’m Scorpius. You’re Albus. I’m Scorpius.

And so, the two main characters, Albus Potter and Scorpius Malfoy, become friends. Their friendship is great. Realistic. Tender. Beautiful. I enjoyed how the two interact, and I loved each of them on their own. While Albus is in his brooding, angsty teen period, Scorpius goes through quite a lot of trouble himself, which makes his mostly positive attitude seem heroic.

What I absolutely adored is the mutual understanding between the two; when misunderstanding happens (Albus is being a little too self-centered, no surprise), Scorpius says the following:

So I’m sorry if I’ve ruined your life because I tell you — you wouldn’t have a chance of ruining mine — it was already ruined. You just didn’t make it better.

They talk, they reconcile, and the interaction is, most of all, believable and relatable. I’m glad these two are friends, but of course, it wouldn’t have happened if Albus wasn’t in…

  1. Slytherin

Harry Potter’s son, in Slytherin. In Hogwarts, it turns out to be a pretty big deal, and bullies instantly show their ugly, miserable selves.

I’m glad, though, that the writers decided to make it this way and showed Albus and Scorpius fighting the prejudice together. And although it isn’t the root of the problem, I’m sure Albus being in Slytherin contributed to…

  1. The imperfect relationship between Albus and Harry.

ALBUS: I didn’t choose, you know that? I didn’t choose to be his son.

Aka, Harry is sort of a lousy dad to Albus. It is understandable, at least for me. He has Lily and James, who are just… normal, and Albus, who very obviously stands out.

Albus’ mother, Ginny, does a better job of understanding his son, while Harry needs to work at it. I’m glad they showed this relationship because, like in reality, nothing is perfect. Harry and his son go a long way before trying to make amends, and I loved reading about their journey.

  1. Severus Snape and Scorpius vs. Dementors

In an alternate reality, where Harry (therefore, Albus as well) doesn’t exist, Voldemort rules and Snape is part of a resistance against his regime, Scorpius from the Voldemort-free world and Severus are cornered by Dementors. This ensues.

SNAPE: Listen to me, Scorpius. Think about Albus. You’re giving up your kingdom for Albus, right? One person. All it takes is one person. I couldn’t save Harry for Lily. So now I give my allegiance to the cause she believed in. And it’s possible — that along the way I started believing in it myself.

SNAPE sends forward a Patronus, and it’s a beautiful white shape of a doe. SCORPIUS: A doe? Lily’s Patronus. SNAPE: Strange, isn’t it? What comes from within.

*crying like a baby*

  1. Headmistress McGonagall…

Says to Hermione:

If I could also give a detention to you, Minister, I would. Keeping hold of a Time-Turner, of all the stupid things!

Yeah, I think she should have just said “Go to hell” and given all of the parties involved detention. Due to McGonagall’s imposing demeanor, even the Minister wouldn’t have minded.

  1. Draco and Harry

Making amends! Talking! Being in the same room several and dueling each other only once!

They have more things in common now that they have kids and, well, father-son issues, and seeing them undo the mess Albus and Scorpius had made is pretty cool.

  1. Who is the cursed child?

Voldemort’s daughter? Albus? Scorpius? Harry? Maybe Draco? I love how this is left an open question, all things considered, and I think it’s something to ponder.

Final rating: 9/10. Highly recommend.


Actually, the eighth thing I love about the series could be this: it exists. Honestly, I’m glad Rowling chose to create this little masterpiece, imperfect on the surface but beautiful beneath.

Other (more elaborate) reviews on WordPress I enjoyed reading:

Review + Discussion: Harry Potter and the Cursed Child by JK Rowling — Ellie’s Bookshelf

Harry Potter and the Cursed Child — DaniellaWrites

Book Review: Harry Potter and The Cursed Child — BookishKirra

What do you think about The Cursed Child? Feel free to share your thoughts in the comments below!

Posted in My Poetry, villanelle, Writing

Hope and Fight

It seems all thoughts of peace are dead
As war disfigures joy and light…
Let’s hope and fight for life instead.

There’s murky chaos in my head
As bravery gives into fright —
It seems all thoughts of peace are dead.

Through cries of pain and tears we shed,
Though murder mars the world like blight,
Let’s hope and fight for life instead

The earth and sky are painted red,
There’s no discerning wrong or right.
It seems all thoughts of peace are dead.

With heavy thoughts, we go to bed
While angels whisper from their height:
Let’s hope and fight for life instead

Although the world is full of dread,
And ofttimes, when the bombs take flight,
It seems all thoughts of peace are dead —
Let’s hope and fight for life instead.


A villanelle written for the Poets for Peace collaboration.
Feel free to join in!

Posted in Blogging

Calling All Poets/Creative Minds to A Grand Collaboration – Poets for Peace

Poets for Peace… A beautiful initiative to which anyone can contribute. In a world filled with so much hate, it may seem like a few words can’t make a difference, but really, anything–and anyone–can.

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image copyright neha 2016

    image copyright neha 2016

Hello Everyone,

This collaboration is initiated by my talented friend Michael (M. Zane McClellan)  from the poetry channel and will be hosted here on forgottenmeadows. Many wonderful bloggers like Marie (https://writingwingsforyou.com/), Kim (https://zipsrid.wordpress.com/) and others have helped in putting this together and spreading the word out. The deadline for contribution is August 31st, 2016! I urge you to help us make this creative effort successful by joining in.Below is Michael’s message:

“In response to the recent unceasing, and, in fact escalating global violence, we have seen and felt a corresponding surge in poetry about it.

We would like to take this opportunity to invite you to share your thoughts and feelings, a piece of yourself, to add to other Poets from around the world. We are hopeful that the combined weight of our collective spirit and wisdom will be felt worldwide as well.

The…

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Posted in Challenges, drama, fantasy, My Poetry, Writing

Mark of Moonlight

Three Moons shine, unbothered by the dark,
Dancing with the shadows in the sky;
They surround your godforsaken Earth.

As you face the Universe’s wrath,
Let the moonlight leave its fateful mark
On your soul—do not expect rebirth.

Try to flee—your precious world will die.
Still, you’ve chosen the forbidden path
Of the Sun, your eyes ablaze with mirth…


Photo by MKcray

Sort of a myth featuring divine thingies, as (almost) always.

The trilune is an intriguing form created by Jane Dougherty. The rules: three stanzas with three lines of 9 syllables each, with the rhyme on the third line of each stanza (so, abc dec fgc). I hope it’s OK I tweaked the rules (just a liiitle bit) and made the rhyme scheme like this: abc dac bdc.

Feel free to comment!

Posted in Challenges, drama, fantasy, flash fiction, Prose, tragedy, Writing

The Assassin’s Task

It wasn’t easy to make himself look like an ancient wandering priest. It was even harder to talk his way into the mansion, but the young assassin had managed it. The powder he’d slipped into Lord Rowan’s drink would kill him by twilight, and no physician would be able to detect the elusive poison.

The boy felt proud of himself, but also scared. He wasn’t sure whether the leaders of the Order would praise him for completing a task assigned to a more experienced assassin or flog him for disobedience. He contemplated different scenarios as he left the Lord’s land, but since none of them ended in sudden death, the boy deemed it safe to show up on his mentor’s doorstep.

After hearing his student’s story, the elder assassin said,

“You use magic well.”

“I tried my best.”

“You… enjoyed killing him, didn’t you?”

“Why wouldn’t I?”

As the future assassin went to sleep, looking forward to the leaders’ decision, his mind was continuously assaulted by the images of the smiles he’d seen on the faces of Lord Rowan’s children. They didn’t have to kill to be happy, so what was wrong with him?


Written for both the Daily Post prompt and Jane Dougherty’s Microfiction Challenge.

Assassins, magic, and Van Gogh. Never thought that combination would inspire a story.

All comments are welcome!