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The end and the beginning!

25 Sunday Oct 2015

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She waited nervously at the bus station with her luggage. She kept glancing around for him and he was nowhere to be found.

Where is he? What if he didn’t come? Questions zoomed in her already worried mind. They have planned a future together. Both of them wanted to escape from their routine life and the dullness that surrounds it. So they decided that it’s time to take off and live according to their terms.

But where is he?

As she occupied the seat alone she thought that maybe it’s time for her to live life in her own terms after all.

100 words fiction written for Friday Fictioneers for the above picture prompt.

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To let go..

30 Thursday Jul 2015

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Five Sentence Fiction – Bubbles

to erase the past sufferings,
there is no magic potion, I know, other than let go..
to worry not about the future,
there is nothing else to do other than let go..
to be in the present, popping the bubbles as they come,
there is nothing else to do other than let it be..

it’s easier to say it all,
but to practice,
why i couldn’t, i wonder??
to let go, to let it be,
why is it harder than all the worries put together,
perhaps i will let go of my inability to let go, maybe, i will after all..

Written for Five Sentence Fiction prompt – Bubbles hosted by Lillie Mcferrin and Friday Fictioneers for the above photo prompt hosted by Rochelle.

The Paranoia?

02 Monday Mar 2015

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She heard the doorknob rattling. She peeped through the adjacent window and there wasn’t anyone. But the doorknob still rattled adding to her nervousness.

It was just like the time she walked back home from work. She was sure that someone was following her, but no one to be seen. And this time, she wasn’t going to tell her suspicions with anyone else just to be called as paranoid.

And she went back to the bed with the unsettled feeling settling in her mind.

Written for Friday Fictioneers for the above photo prompt.

The Mystery House

12 Thursday Feb 2015

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PHOTO PROMPT -Copyright Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

 

Though the house on the other side of the street looked just like any other house, Rachel always felt that something was off. The windows were never opened. Neither were the doors.

It was like that since the tragic death of the previous owners when the house went in possession of one of their distant relative, who liked to keep his distance with the rest of the world.

Rachel was terrified when she accidently caught a glimpse of a withered figure from her porch when the doors were seen opened for the first time.

Something is really off, she thought!!

Written for Friday Fictioneers for the above photo prompt.

When everything fails!

30 Friday Jan 2015

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PHOTO PROMPT – Copyright Ted Strutz

 

 

It was way past her bedtime but she wasn’t ready to sleep, instead she shook sleep off her sleepy eyes and continued to read.

She closed her eyes and thought about the dreams, she’s having. Eluding them isn’t easy, she knows. That’s why she is keeping herself awake to stay away from what appears to be flashbacks and bits and pieces from an old film, haunting her peaceful nights.

And as her eyes saw the spooky moments once again, she got on her feet deciding that she will share the dream with her shrink in the morning to tackle it for good.

Written based on the prompt – Bedtime for Five Sentence Fiction and the above photo prompt for Friday Fictioneers.

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Forever Wait

16 Friday Jan 2015

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He stared out the window lost in thoughts. Dinner was all set on the table, as usual. By this time usually she calls out, “Is dinner ready, Dave?” He knew that today there won’t be any such voice finding way to his ears. He knew that the dinner table was waiting for her, in vain.

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PHOTO PROMPT – Copyright – Jan Wayne Fields

 

But he had to do it. If he didn’t then it means he is admitting to himself that she is gone. Setting up dinner for her was his desperate attempt to hold on to the last of memories. He knows, she is not coming back.

Linking this 100 words fiction based on the above photo prompt with the Friday Fictioneers.

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Caught in the frost..

09 Tuesday Dec 2014

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PHOTO PROMPT – Copyright Janet Webb

 

Caught in the frost,
The flower froze.
So did the time,
Froze in the cold.

Sprinkles of snow,
Brightened the space,
Aloof was the aura,
And the spirits, dampened.

Fragments of mist,
bond together in the chill.
Wrapped in fog,
Ahead and beyond.

Dreams, desired the warmth,
Hope, flare up from within,
Little more to go,
And will kiss the sun,
Where the frost was once!

Linking this 66 words poem based on the above photo prompt to Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle.

 

 

The lively characters

01 Monday Dec 2014

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Priya couldn’t understand what the big deal was.

PHOTO PROMPT – Copyright – Randy Mazie

PHOTO PROMPT – Copyright – Randy Mazie

Her sister Shikha, was so fond of the library and the books there. Priya could see it in only one way – a building with lots of books in it, where the people inside couldn’t even look up to smile at each other.
“They are all immersed in those books”, she said. “As if they prefer to become the characters in the books than live the real life.”
“You wouldn’t understand!” Shikha shook her head.
“I would, if only you put that book aside and experienced your life to the fullest for a moment.”

Linking this 101 words fiction based on the above photo prompt to Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle.

Life isn’t fair!

30 Thursday Oct 2014

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Image source PHOTO PROMPT-Copyright-Melanie Greenwood

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“Life isn’t fair, sweetheart. If it was, then I would have been married to the football captain of the school, not to the science club head!”
“If she married him then you would be talking to your dad in prison now, honey, and I don’t think he is in a position to buy an iPhone.”
“And dear, don’t tell me that you prefer the timed visits than sitting here relaxing,” James said turning to his wife.
Lori smiles as their lips meet.
Christie scoffs at the conversation realizing her iPhone dream is not going to come true anytime soon.

Linking this 99 words fictions based on the above photo prompt to Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle.

Also linking this to Write Tribe Pro Blogger – Day 30,  NaBloPoMo October – Day 30 at Blogher, Ultimate Blog Challenge – Day 30 and Ultra Blog Challenge – Day 30.

 

New Step!

24 Friday Oct 2014

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PHOTO PROMPT Copyright- The Reclining Gentleman

PHOTO PROMPT Copyright- The Reclining Gentleman 

“Hi.”
“Hi,” Grace said uncertainly.
“I’m Joe.”
“Grace.”
“I see you here every evening.”
“I haven’t seen you.”
“Yeah, I know. You never seemed to be present here when you were here.” He chuckled.

That was true. She came there every evening in memory of her deceased boyfriend, Xavier. That spot was their favorite meeting place till the day he died. She was always lost in thought when she got there.
“Would you like a cup of coffee?”
A voice from inside her said that it’s time to let go. Maybe, it’s time she thought as she smiled at Joe.

100 words fiction written for Friday Fictioneers based on the above photo prompt hosted by Rochelle.

Also linking this to Write Tribe Pro Blogger – Day 24,  NaBloPoMo October – Day 24 at Blogher, Ultimate Blog Challenge – Day 24 and Ultra Blog Challenge – Day 24.