I lacked the tact my mother was bequeathed with. Looks were an asset in this business but tact decided if you got the cream. She could make a band of men follow her just by looking at them coyly and pouting her lips seductively. She oozed sensuality. I trained myself to imitate her; for this was our livelihood . But nervousness crept in as this was my first time .The tall, muscular guy in the bar looks tempting though. “Can you get me a drink” I sing, in the usual sultry seductive tone. He looks up and smiles. Clean shave, branded clothes, expensive boots and tight jugular veins. It would be a treat to savor till the last drop of his blood. Then before sunlight I can happily get into the hidden coffin and sleep all tomorrow.
100 Word Story Winners 2015
The challenge was mighty: tell us a tale using exactly 100 well-chosen words. In this fast fiction contest there’s not a syllable to waste. Every detail needs to move the story along so, by the end, the reader is left chuckling or teased or – as we found with this year’s brilliant winner – simply amazed. Read on!
Winner: Sowmya Ramkumar, Singapore
The blue dress fluttered tastefully. Pride
decorated the village head’s face. A hundred pairs of bedazzled eyes
watched. Someone opined it was black magic; another queried who is holding
it? The women of the household received special attention. Kids imitated the
object’s motion. Word went out to the neighbouring villages. Lemonade and
candy floss vendors cashed in on the crowd that came to witness the spectacle.
The priest was called to perform special rituals. Staring at the
portrait of my grandfather dating back to circa 1900, I can hardly imagine
the pride of owning a ceiling fan in then India.
Sowmya is a married 30-year-old chartered accountant and mother of one. “I am inspired by basic things that I can observe around me and I aspire to project them in an interesting manner.” She wins $1000.
The Judges said: A beautifully poetic piece that conjures up memories of another time and place.
This post is a humble attempt to write on a story prompt, all under 100 words. An attempt to channelize the non tamable, strong and seductive imagination skills to work within a periphery. Check out if my story telling skills in shackles are as interesting as a free hit!!!
Bedazzled was the word, he emptied pockets to own that piece. It never failed to impress his acquaintances. All was well, until one evening he noticed something strange, one of the three men looked sideways. He blamed it on the cheap wine. Sky fell on Friday when he noticed the umbrella in the painting held opened. He sat fixed at the piece the whole day. He was going crazy. Idea! He took his mobile and clicked proof. Seconds later he stood in a gloomy endless road, his room on the other side of the glass. He waited to be clicked.
Celebrations adorned Minister’s house on his birthday
A honest gentleman. But I wanted to do this not on motive. The fun to see it happen was priceless.
Sneaking amidst hundreds of thronging supports is not easy. Bringing the equipment undetected
I would wait for cutting the cake. Poor man, deserved a few moments of happiness before my golden moment.
Here he comes clad all white. No one noticed me moving closer.
Cake cut, song sung, then BANG!!!! Red flowered on the white shirt. Many loud gasps……..
Minister laughed aloud being hit by a paintball by his grandson. What a treat?
Neel was to be called in next the office assistant announced. His mind went numb the stress was intolerable. This interview was crucial for the future rested on this. He was of the few who had qualified the written test and group discussion. Lately, he had almost spent every night sleepless, gobbling up every bit of information he could on the anticipated questions. The previous candidate exited with a pale face, the result instantly known. The feared moment finally came; Neel stepped in and profusely greeted all the three, first impression?
“So you are Vivan’s father who’s to be admitted into Kindergarten? Shall us being the interview?” the silver haired principal rather ordered.
The onslaught has begun!!!
“Will I hurt baby? This is my first time! Even my parents don’t know “
For a change it was him asking! “
“You love me right? Then trust me “She consoled
“I know a safe place” she calmed him down.
He was thrilled but scared at the same time. The flow of emotions was uncontrollable and indescribable. She was adventurous and he always loved giving in. Role reversal!
They reached; the moment had finally come, “everything has a first time “she whispered in his ears. He lied down, complying. She held him down, half by might half by locking his gaze. Ten minutes and a baby like whimper later, both screamed in ecstasy!
His ears were piecered. A long-time dream come true!
Before she knew it, she was crouched on the dusty attic, waiting for the stairs to creak. She knew they came in a group and were armed generously. The worst of the lot was the multi needled drill, a punch and you will feel like burning in hell. A few of her friends were attacked last week and still had not recovered the strike. Doorbell rang and beads of sweat broke in her forehead. She controlled the impulse to cry or scream, the end was near. She heard muffled noises downstairs and prayers were her only recourse. “Sheela the community vaccination nurse is here, come down quick” her mother yelled.
Sam rarely met any woman both ravishing and intelligent. Assisting women draw out their car from a tangled parking helps striking a decent conversation. A few weeks of tasteful phone conversations later he was mildly surprised seeing her message inviting for dinner. Twenty five years of marriage never reflected on the mirror thanks to his workout routine. Long work weekend was an excuse good enough to keep his wife at bay, for it justified the Jet set lifestyle he provided her.After dinner the intoxicated pair ended up walking entwined. She was irresistibly attractive, an altered state of mind started playing games. The hug was tight as she tilted her head seductively to accept the kiss. The last thing he ever saw was her Jet black eyes, no pupils at all; then he went limp.
At sunrise, patrol police discovered a lifeless body devoid of any blood in the woods.
This assignment was extremely tough, yet he took the challenge. His surveillance was on for days now yet he had to wait for time to ripen. This sacrifice was crucial for the advancement of the master plan. That historical moment arrived today. The man was masculine with Greek God looks. She was the most divine damsel ever. Yet he has pulled the string of the bow, this was inevitable. The wait was over, three two one and fire. A single arrow shot and both fell quickly and deeply; IN LOVE. A victory smile on Mr.Cupid’s face, job done. Now the cosmic creation by Shiva and Parvathi shall begin.
That newspaper was dated two months ago. I immediately grabbed it starved of entertainment in the colorless hospital room. My heart sunk seeing that photo in the missing column, it was mine. Alas! No one believed me. Finally the chief doctor proved his point by showing me the mirror. To my horror I saw a totally different face. My instincts screamed caution. A tensed dean seldom noticed me hiding in closet when he made that call in shivering tone “Master experiment failed! Subject for brain transfusion realized her identity; we may have to arrange for another missing person again”