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The tricky mind slithering toward self-doubt!

© Vinitha 2021
The above six-word story is written in response to Saturday Six Word Story Prompt (6WSP) hosted by Shweta. This week’s prompt is TRICK.
22 Wednesday Sep 2021
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The tricky mind slithering toward self-doubt!
© Vinitha 2021
The above six-word story is written in response to Saturday Six Word Story Prompt (6WSP) hosted by Shweta. This week’s prompt is TRICK.
20 Monday Sep 2021
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inNayana couldn’t believe how much her life changed in the span of a week. Her dad got a job offer to a company in another country and her family shifted from India to America without a second thought.
Granted she was only five years old. But as a five-year old with lots of friends in her school and neighborhood she had responsibilities to keep.
Now who will stand up to Kiran, the biggest bully in their playground? How will her dear friends manage without her?
These are not a problem in the grownup world. They only care about their new job, new house, new car – all those big things!
How would Nayana survive without her friends? Or her grandparents? At least if her grandparents were there with her in the new place she would’ve been okay. But now who is going to teach her the tricks to deal with bossy kids when her granny is so far away!
Her little heart was full of unanswered questions as her world turned upside down.
© Vinitha 2021
This fictional piece is written in response to the sixty-third edition of Fiction Monday for the word prompt ‘CHANGE’ hosted at Reflections by yours truly. Do join in if you have a tale to tell.
10 Friday Sep 2021
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She woke up with a throbbing headache that morning. What kind of a dream was that! She wondered.
To be honest it was a good one. She was happy in her dream. Laughing a lot. Bubbling with energy. She radiated joy.
But she never imagined her to become one of those shimmering stars.
Maybe the headache was a reminder to choose her path carefully. Loving something dearly doesn’t mean that you have to be lost in that something. As this thought emerged she sensed her headache fading slowly. She felt happy and alive again.
This time it wasn’t a dream.
© Vinitha 2021
This fictional piece is written in response to the sixtieth edition of Fiction Monday for the word prompt ‘SHIMMER’ hosted at Reflections by yours truly. Do join in if you have a tale to tell.
*Photo by Yusuf Evli on Unsplash