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The Threshold

The last strains of sunlight lingered in the corners, grasping every available point of refraction.  She slid her fingertips along the glass wondering if this was all there ever was. Or could be.
She knelt at the threshold and kissed its dust. Her parting glance was blurred by silent tears. Then she stepped across. Into the twilight of 14th August, 1947.
A Tryst with Destiny was being made.

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  1. CarverSeptember 7, 2012 at 1:03 PM

    Very moving description.

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  2. UnknownSeptember 7, 2012 at 5:56 PM

    Very intriguing! This one definitely draws the reader in. Nicely done.

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  3. AnonymousSeptember 7, 2012 at 6:53 PM

    I am curious about this 'she' character. Why would she be sad about India's independence? What was she making a way for?

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    1. Whispering ThoughtsSeptember 7, 2012 at 8:29 PM

      India's independence came with a partition that left many heartbroken. She was making way for her new destiny in a new country leaving behind her everything.

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  4. lumdog2012September 7, 2012 at 6:55 PM

    Very well done. It appears her destiny is very signicant. Will we read more?

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    1. Whispering ThoughtsSeptember 7, 2012 at 8:32 PM

      Thank you Lumdog. I will need to spend sometime to see if I have just the words needed. But this is close to heart so may be yes. I can't give you a date yet but yes, I will work on this one.

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  5. StephSeptember 7, 2012 at 7:36 PM

    Sci-fi or historical... either way it makes us think. I like that.

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  6. AnonymousSeptember 7, 2012 at 10:09 PM

    Very emotional - I could feel her sadness. I think this is an interesting historical piece. I hope you'll share more :)

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    1. Whispering ThoughtsSeptember 8, 2012 at 4:24 AM

      Yes, Janna. I think of all the other stories, I will definitely work on this one. It might take some time from my side though.

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  7. AnonymousSeptember 8, 2012 at 12:02 AM

    thanks for the tryst with destiny link! great take on the prompt

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  8. Celeste NeumannSeptember 8, 2012 at 4:30 AM

    This is a nice paragraph to start a novel.

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    1. Whispering ThoughtsSeptember 8, 2012 at 11:09 AM

      Thank you so much. It is really encouraging to hear such positive feedback.

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  9. AnonymousSeptember 8, 2012 at 6:26 AM

    this is definently a strong, thought provoking piece. i love the idea of her kissing the dust. well done!

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    1. Whispering ThoughtsSeptember 8, 2012 at 11:12 AM

      Thank you Renada. I wanted to portray her love for her home and to be seeped in tradition. I am glad it blended well.

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  10. Linda VernonSeptember 8, 2012 at 11:27 AM

    I like the unique perspective you used. :D

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  11. SelfbegottenSeptember 8, 2012 at 12:43 PM

    I love the way you connected to a shared moment...

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  12. TessaSeptember 8, 2012 at 8:13 PM

    What an interesting use of the prompt. Great job!

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    1. Whispering ThoughtsSeptember 8, 2012 at 8:18 PM

      Thank you Tessa. It is always good to hear such encouraging words.

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  13. LanceSeptember 9, 2012 at 4:33 AM

    I like how you made this emotional, descriptive and full of action in just 33 words. Very well crafted.

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    1. Whispering ThoughtsSeptember 9, 2012 at 9:07 AM

      Thank you Lance. It is good to hear such positive feedback.

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  14. hjdbedfbSeptember 9, 2012 at 1:37 PM

    This is such a great piece :D Lovely response, well done! :D

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