Plundering knew no bounds under pretext of war. Every piece of gold was torn from the beautiful bodies of the lovely lasses. Tisha was tired and could not even resist when that anti-social element raped her before cutting off her jugular vein and plundering the neckpiece! But that Kid hidden in the attic did! The Atlantic War had manufactured use and throw humans! Exactly thirty years later that man stood on the bridge kissing the neckpiece before breaking into sobs, for now he had gifted the plunderer a blissful sleep deep within the river. Crime breeds Revenge; Compassion breeds compassion!
She was not worried initially, but his constant late coming from college coupled with sleazy gossips ignited many scary imaginations. She could no longer use self-assurance as the sole pacifier and stood outside that bungalow, determined to prove people wrong. Her motherly heart broke into a million pieces when she saw her son entering that brothel, being received with smiles. Shivering with revulsion, she unveiled the curtain to look at the horror herself! She sobbed shedding tears of joy as her son sat there tutoring English to the kids of the house. Ideologies are meant to be challenged after all!!!
Tara knew Jignesh loved her. She had felt his eyes follow her when she went to shelter the calves from rain and there was only warmth, she never once felt uncomfortable. The same sweetness became the cause for her reluctance to let him in for seldom did someone appreciate a beautiful soul alone. Destiny Won! At that precise moment when Jignesh held her lovingly and never once flinched at her acid scars gazing dreamily into her deep eyes did the sky pour in and Tara’s tears camouflaged with the raging rain! Rain Rain never go away for Tara and Jignesh?!
I always had complaints about the size of our three bedroom apartment. Umpteen attempts by my husband to reassure me of the sprawling space went in vain. There is a moment of truth, for everyone. My maid had organised a small party for her daughter’s birthday and my presence would make her proud she said. I reached and knocked. The door creaked open and a room barely able to accommodate my study was filled with a bunch of brightly lit faces, a dog and six small rabbits. I broke into pieces, the room suddenly looked acres long.
Challenge Prompt – 2: The title is the challenge prompt. Thanks Bobby for the prompt and this ones for you 🙂
Mihika’s feeling of inconvenience and emotional tension had built up gradually in the past weeks. Amar’s growing intimacy with the third new entrant, Kiara in their happy live in nest made her uncomfortable, but there was no way to express it. Amar spent every moment awake with Kiara and she was not going out anywhere to lend Mihika the few stolen moments .
Amar constantly checked upon Kiara and has cute conversations with her. Mihika had tried dressing up, cozying , pleasing his taste buds but all went vain. Nothing could gain her that extra time or lengthy romantic looks she longed.
” Two is Company; Three is Crowd indeed ” she muttered,
” Such is the bond between fathers and their darling little daughters” Amar Chuckled.
Mihika’s coy looks met Amar’s intent gaze and as their lips met, Kiara’s loud cry was heard from the nursery.
“There he runs again”, said an exasperated Kiara…..
This one is for the challange prompt by Laavanya…..
The stress increased progressively. The hours of working went up gradually from 12 to 18. Rest was passe she said. Guarding ourselves as a group in the era of apocalypse included eliminating a weak kin for the end was more gruesome in the hands of the enemies. The standards extended to such extent that the mating pairs were pre decided , survivable offspring.
“She sets standards, that the rest of us normal mortals find hard to live with”
For the queen Bee had to strengthen the hive with the rate of extinction the bees faced. Save bees, stop their extinction.
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?