That Bungalow…

brothal

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!!!

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Random Story Prompt – How to write precise

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!!!

100wordprompt_Mar 2016

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.