Pity #FictionMonday

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Morning air had a peculiar softness in it as if it had realized that everything else in her life was rough. Niya felt pity on herself.

Pity – lately that’s the one feeling she is in touch with.

Anything good happens to her, she chooses to see it as a charity.

As the morning sun gleamed in the distance, Niya had a sudden urge to stop pitying herself. Even if the universe is throwing these blissful moments at her as a pity, it’s on her to make it to her advantage.

She was done with playing the victim role that moment.

© Vinitha 2020


This flash fiction is written in response to the ninth edition of Fiction Monday for the word prompt ‘SOFT’ hosted at Reflections by yours truly. Do join in if you have a tale to tell.

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Captured #FictionMonday

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“Please let me out!” his voice echoed in the room. “I will not bother you. I promise. ”

His scream filled with fear and desperation made her smile.

He will never escape, such was her handiwork. Jailed inside the mirror all he could do was cry.

© Vinitha 2020


This 45-word Flash Fiction is written in response to the ninth edition of Fiction Monday for the above picture prompt and the word prompt ‘MIRROR’ hosted at Reflections by yours truly. Do join in if you have a tale to tell.

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Hopeful Tomorrow #fictionmonday

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The day started on a dull note today. It was raining heavily since early morning.

A faint sign of sun was alive somewhere beneath those dark clouds, much like hope in her mind.

All she could count on was the fact that after a heartfelt pouring, eventually the rain will stop, and then, the sun will shine again.

Today will give way to tomorrow, hope gleamed within her.

© Vinitha 2020


This Flash Fiction is written in response to the eighth edition of Fiction Monday – word prompt ‘FAINT’ hosted at Reflections by yours truly. Do join in if you have a tale to tell.

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Come On In!

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He was nice. Different. Butterflies fluttered inside her stomach at this thought.

She longed for someone who was different from others. Someone who cared. He could be the one, the one who cared.

She decided to let him in. Did he spot the BEWARE sign hanging on the way to her mind? Surely he should. He will be punished of course, if he overlooks the warning.

But she had hope, this little pup was definitely different from the other gentlemen bloke who broke her heart.

© Vinitha 2020


This Flash Fiction is written in response to the seventh edition of Fiction Monday – word prompt ‘BEWARE’ and the below picture prompt – hosted at Reflections by yours truly. Do join in if you have a tale to tell.  🙂

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Unceremonious Separation #FictionMonday

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The ash tree which stood majestically right outside Dana’s window showed signs of the impending change of season. In a few weeks, the tree would put on the prettiest shades of yellow and red, and soon will shed leaves revealing the branches in minimal covering.

She wondered if the tree felt somewhat shy in displaying its tentacles out in the open like that! Would it then crave for the company of leaves that blanketed the branches now, like she was craving for her favorite pals?

But then baring its soul is just a one season phenomenon for the tree. Unlike her, who was forced to coop inside her house since Spring brought new buds. The pandemic stopped her from visiting her favorite place, the library.

This new normal was stretching from season to season like the frigid limbs of a leafless tree extend with uncertainty as if it is frozen in time.

Dana’s heart ached to get back to the corridors of the library that held bookshelves carrying rows of books dear to her. She and her beloved companions would be separated for how many more seasons, who knew!

© Vinitha 2020


This Flash Fiction is written in response to the fourth edition of Fiction Monday – word prompt ‘SEASON’ and the above picture prompt – hosted at Reflections by yours truly. Do join in if you have a tale to tell. 🙂

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What I See #WordlessWednesday 93

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Red Rocks Amphitheater, Denver, Colorado

Any picture I look at
a message I see,
engraved just for me

Vastness,
different paths leading to the same destination,
the choice to admire,
the choice to move forward,

Messages are plenty

My favorite among all
is a chance to reflect
when I look for these notes
from the Universe.

Do you see a message looking for your glance?


Joining Esha & Natasha for #WordlessWednesday.

Journey #WordlessWednesday 92

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raindrops trickling
leaves swaying
the road ahead glistening with rays of hope
this too, a slice of life!

Life isn’t always stitched with grief and sorrows. There are these beautiful moments that grace our solemn days making them a tad enticing. And often these little moments of joy appear in the midst of our journey just like that. They can be overlooked as we hurry to our destination or can be tucked in our memory reservoir for another day as a priceless moment of relish.


Joining Esha & Natasha for #WordlessWednesday & Parul for #ThursdayTreeLove.

Twisted #FictionMonday

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It was a beautiful morning. Lexi loved taking a stroll in her garden on such crisp mornings.

She spotted the new bloom of rose shyly sprouting in the garden next to her other cherished roses of different colors. This yellow rose was her latest accomplishment.

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“Hey, you!” she ran her fingers over the little bud gently. ” Nice of you to join us. Welcome to my world, Daniel. Meet your predecessors Jake, Matt, Davis and Shawn. Shawn was my first.”

The soil where the roses sprouted hid the bodies of her dates safely.

© Vinitha 2020


This Flash Fiction is written in response to the word prompt ‘STROLL’ hosted at Reflections by yours truly. Do join in if you have a tale to tell. 🙂

New Beginning #FictionMonday

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I stood close by the church building admiring the beautiful day. A jolt of happiness enveloped me suddenly.

Indeed, today I’m happy beyond measure. I could feel those butterflies fluttering inside my stomach. After all, he is coming to see me today.

It was a long wait. I didn’t enjoy this never-ending wait. He had promised that he will come. But he failed to say when exactly. So I waited.

My intuition said that today is the day and it wasn’t a mere hope in vain. See, he is here. As soon as the ceremony is over, we will start our new life together, a life in eternity in this cemetery!

© Vinitha 2020


This Flash Fiction is written in response to the above picture prompt hosted at Reflections by yours truly. Do join in if you have a tale to tell. 🙂

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