Sangeetha Kamath

                      NO MERCY! #ArtoonsInnWritersRoom #Smuse #Vampire GENRE: GOTHIC  Screaming and struggling, she was  dragged to the pyre. The manic crowd hauled her over a stake and shackled her to it. As the men piled more bracken around her, the women hollered, "Burn! Heathen!" There was a roar of victory as the lit torch was flung into the kindling. The flames danced with a celebration of its own along with the barbaric mob.  Her eyes were terror stricken and her mouth was frozen in a wordless gasp as the flames started lacing the tips of her boots and kept rising to her feet.  She strained against the metal, even as her wails and shrieks were drowned in a flood of clangor and ruckus.  The uproar and sacrificial drumbeats reached a blood-curdling crescendo to match the intensity of the raging fire. Her lips formed unheard words—" I'm not a vampire. You're all mistaken. I don't deserve to die like this...

  Theme: Meandering thru the Meadows                      SILKEN CONFETTI July sun brings with it a masterpiece of green and honeyed stalks Wildflowers in the meadows and satiny clover carpets our walks Summer is a ballroom which invites all the belles Like a true love's kiss, primroses bloom blushing tangerine at the tips Poppies stand in contrast against the green A brilliant hue which rivals the summer sun like a diva in velvety sheen Upon the knolls the daisies sway and waltz to the choir of the zephyr Rabbits scamper about my feet in all frolic and fervour Every bloom of aster is a riot of purples and magenta Petals of silk brush against me like exotic fabrics taffeta From the rain-drenched mud sprout golden clusters  Buttery blooms of radiant yellows a muse for poets and songwriters Meadows are a happy song of spring orchestra  Green waves splattered with polka dots of varicoloured plethora  Meandering thro...