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Deception – #FiveSentenceFiction 4

24 Tuesday Jan 2017

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“Aww, honey, you look ravishing in this picture!” – said the comment notification on facebook for her photo followed by three hearts and kissing emoticons.

“You are so sweet, my love!” – she replied after liking her husband’s comment.

“You two are adorable, so much love!” – said another comment from a mutual friend.

Mindlessly, she liked that comment too. The farce of perfect couple and their perfect love fooling their friends and family and themselves; deception at its best, she thought nonchalantly.

 

medievalI am starting off with a weekly series of Five Sentence Fiction every Tuesday here. The above story is written for the prompt DECEPTION. Feel free to join me with your Five Sentence Fiction using Deception as prompt in the comments. I would love to read yours.

Change of mind #FiveSentenceFiction 2

10 Tuesday Jan 2017

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Tara read for the umpteenth time that night what she wrote on the white paper in front of her carelessly fiddling with her pen. “GoodBye”, it read. Goodbye to all sorrows and failures and hopes that failed to keep its promises, she thought miserably.

Just then she caught the glimpse of morning sun up from its slumber spreading its warm rays all over. A smile appeared on her face as she made the paper into a ball and tossed it into the bin and reached for her camera.

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I am starting off with a weekly series of Five Sentence Fiction every Tuesday here. The above story is written for the prompt SMILE. Feel free to join me with your Five Sentence Fiction using Smile as prompt in the comments. I would love to read yours.

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time…

20 Monday Jul 2015

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a little girl I was,

waiting all along for my time to be the grown up,

to enjoy, the lusts and lures of the world,

all by myself.

to let go of my intimidations,

and get in touch with my passions.

the wait stayed long,

beside me as a protective warrior.

time took its own time,

never finding a way to reach me.

I stood where I was

a little girl, I’m no more,

but my wait for my own time,

turned into a never ending one.

I wonder, how am I not a little girl?

where is my time to let go of my intimidations,

to enjoy the lure of my passions,

to learn to fly,

to fall and cry,

to fly and soar,

deep in the sky,

to see the world upside down,

and the world waiting for me!

Linking with A Prompt Each Day – Time

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and #MondayMusings by Corinne.

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Letting Go

08 Thursday Jan 2015

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A fresh start, that’s what they agreed upon after she found out about his extra marital affair. Every time he cheats on her, he showers her with more love and that was her clue. Finally, she told him that she is not going to put up with his treacheries, and he agreed with her; he gave her his word that he will put an end to the philanderings and will stay true to her.

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And he is keeping his word; she knows that because there is no overflowing love, infact there is not even a drop of love which made her realize that by making him promise to stay true to her, she did wrong to both of them – an unhappy man and wife is all that remained as the by-product of that promise.

So she decided to set them both free, by letting him go and starting fresh, a much needed beginning for them!

Written based on the prompt – Fresh for Five Sentence Fiction.

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What the tea leaves didn’t tell!

07 Wednesday Jan 2015

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“But, I love tea!” Riya was furious.

“Can’t you just go one day without tea?”Dan wasn’t in his pleasant self either.

“You know, I don’t drink coffee, Dan.”
“Why you are getting so upset over tea!” Exclaimed an irritated Dan. Then he spotted tears welling up Riya’s eyes. “Don’t cry. I get it, you and tea has some connection that I can’t possibly understand. I will stock up our pantry with tea for eternity.” As Riya smiled through tears, he was still confused.

Miles away Riya’s twin sister, whose existence she wasn’t aware of, was savoring a cup of tea.

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 Written for 100 Words on Satuday 2015 #1 prompt The tea leaves told the story hosted at Write Tribe.

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Listening to the Rain..

07 Sunday Dec 2014

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The rain hummed her favorite lullaby
As I craddled on the bed,
Listening to her voice..

And the rain sang the lullaby,
As the night crawled in
And I nuzzled with your thoughts..

And the voice grew feeble
As I slipped into sleep
And the rain sang the lullaby..

Linking this to Imaginary Garden.

The Touch

05 Friday Dec 2014

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In the numbing cold,
I wandered, shivering.
The rays of the sun, unseen
Despair clouded my heart,
Like the foggy morning.
And a touch calmed me, your touch,
Warming my heart,
Soothing my thoughts,
The touch I craved for!

Linking this to Poetry Jam prompt – Hands.

Waiting Game

28 Friday Nov 2014

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Sharon kept checking her watch. The needles moved at their own pace unaware of her irritation.
And then they got together at 12.
As she rose from her bed with the widest smile ever they sang outside her door,” Happy Birthday to you.” Her smile got broader as she received the birthday present, her first car, for her 16th birthday.

Written based on the prompt – Irritation for Five Sentence Fiction hosted by Lillie Mcferrin.

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Who Am I?

19 Wednesday Nov 2014

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Who am I, I ask myself,
A woman, a mother, a wife,
It changes every time I answer.

Who am I, I wonder,
Why am I defined by the roles I assume?
Why my role changes with people around me?

Who am I, I ask,
The hard question I ever faced!
Is it that label which makes me someone?

Who am I?
The question continues,
Who am I!

Linking this to Poetry Jam prompt – who are you.

Also linking to NaBloPoMo November – 17.

The Fight and Flight

17 Monday Nov 2014

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Having fought for nearly the whole of her married life to be treated like a human at least, running away from her abusive husband was not something she is proud of. But was the flight less than any fight she faced?

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It took more than a year’s planning to execute it. She tread slowly to make the dream of breaking out of the chains a reality.

Now that she is out, her horizon is wide open; no need to live in fear anymore, the world is waiting for her to make it hers!

Written based on the prompt – Flight for Five Sentence Fiction hosted by Lillie Mcferrin.

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Also linking to NaBloPoMo – November Day 14