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Revenge #WordsMatter #FlashFiction

01 Friday Nov 2019

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20 years ago I wanted to have this feeling, so badly. But here I am today.

If he thought 20 years in prison would heal me, heal my baby, then he got it all wrong. My baby, she was only 5-years-old when this vulture ruthlessly ravaged my little girl’s innocence. A year she lived in nightmares that filled her day and night before it finally snatched her away from me forever.

Today my baby can rest in peace, finally – I realized a smile spreading across my face looking at the puddle of blood that gathered on the floor next to his motionless body.

Revenge served cold…

This flash fiction is written as part of the #WordsMatter blog hop, organized by Corinne, Shalini, and Parul where 28 of us are coming together to share our musings on the prompt ‘20 years ago I’. I received this tag from Shilpa at Fictionista and it’s my pleasure to pass on this tag to Esha at My Soul Talks.

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…Three’s a Crowd #Barathon

06 Friday Jul 2018

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Sanya was bubbling with frustration as her sister brought home the latest iPhone on the first day it was available in the market. She could never understand Seema’s fascination for electronic gadgets just as much Seema failed to understand her sister’s craze for books.

The twin sisters couldn’t be any more different. One loved books and filled her room with author signed copies while the other loved gadgets and was on a mission to own the latest technology gadgets.

However, Sanya was certain that no one needed three smartphones, not even her crazy sister.

Above flash fiction is written for Day 3 of Barathon hosted by Blog-A-Rhythm inspired by the prompt “Three’s a crowd”.

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It’s never okay!

28 Thursday Jun 2018

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“Dannyyy, why did you push your friend down the stairs? Look how hurt he is?” Rita was annoyed at how the playdate has turned from fun to fight.

“You told me to stand up for me when kids are not nice to me. Alex was making fun of my new haircut. I was only standing up for me, mommy!” paused Danny.

He looked at his mom and continued with a little hesitation, “I won’t get into trouble for this, right mommy? The other day when daddy pushed you down the stairs he didn’t get into trouble. So it’s okay, right?”

Written for Day 5 of Write Tribe Festival Of Words inspired by the above photo prompt.

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The Bitter Truth

23 Saturday Jun 2018

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Amy looked at the photograph in her hand once again. Another Father’s day has come and gone, yet she couldn’t muster the courage to face her father.

All that she had of her father was this photo – she as a little baby sleeping peacefully on her dad’s chest! He remained a mystery to her as her mom never disclosed about the whereabouts of her father. Lies can never cover up the truth forever. Finally two years ago Amy managed to extort the truth out of her mother, not after guessing the inevitable though.

But now, watching from distance, Amy couldn’t help but feel that her mother’s lies were sweeter than this reality.

One last look and she walked back promising to keep those flowers in his grave tomorrow.

 

 

The Monster #writebravely #Writrtribeproblogger

22 Sunday Oct 2017

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Sharon knew he was somewhere near her. Though she couldn’t see him, she felt his presence always.

Some might even think that theirs is an unrequited love, she thought miserably. But how would anyone think that, when no one knew his existence in her life, when no one could feel his presence like she did?

How would she tell anyone about him when she couldn’t say it out loud confidently. Such was her stalker, the monster, this depression!

 Five Sentence Fiction written for day 7 of Write Tribe Pro Blogger Challenge. 

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The Real Monsters #writebravely #writetribeproblogger

12 Thursday Oct 2017

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Little Irene was scared of monsters.

At night, she had to make sure that there weren’t any monsters hiding under her bed or in her closet. Shut the eyes tight, for if she opened her eyes and caught a glimpse of the monster lurking in her room, it could chew her head off and swallow her little arms and feet in one sitting. What’s not seen couldn’t hurt, believed the little girl and slept every night with bated breath.  

Until.. 

One night little Irene learned that monsters were real, only they looked just like us. In her case, it came wearing the mask of her dad.

But a little girl who knew to scream the loudest could keep any monster away. That was a quick learning for Irene. From then on, she started to keep her eyes open, listening to the monsters lurking, with bated breath.  

Linking with for Day 4 of WritetribeProBloggerChallenge prompt – Bated Breath.

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Mystery #writebravely #Writetribeproblogger

09 Monday Oct 2017

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She knew life was not just a bed of roses. Count the blessings more often to get the prickly thorns out, she learned that early on. 

Then again it wasn’t the terminal illness that killed her. The toxic relation she was in mercilessly sucked the life out of her long before her tumor proved to be fatal. 

Why life was just a bed of thorns for her, remained a mystery to her. 

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A five sentence fiction for Day 3 of Write Tribe Pro Blogger Challenge prompt – Terminal.

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Where’s the X? #FestivalOfWords #WriteBravely

06 Sunday Aug 2017

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“Dave, why is there a hole on every X you have written?”, asked a perplexed Sara to her four-year-old who was practicing the alphabets.

” Why, mama? Haven’t you read me the other day from the pirate book ‘X marks the spot’. It’s not a hole. I was digging to find the treasure.”

Dave’s innocent answer made Sara burst into a laugh as he looked on perplexed.

I am participating in the 7-day Festival of Words hosted by Write Tribe. Microfiction written for Day 3 for the prompt ‘Feature a map and write about a place either real or virtual’.

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