Tag Archives: Prompt

Life #FictionMonday

28 Sunday Mar 2021

Posted by in Fiction

≈ 4 Comments

Tags

, , , , , ,

The path ahead seemed rather dark, Seema mused. There is no clarity, no sense of direction. But she had to keep going as if she knows her way around rather well. 

The thought scared her. 

She never had any idea about how to move forward or what to do. But it was okay. She was alone. Now everything has changed. A tiny life is depending on her.

 

Photo by Anatolii Kiriak on Pexels.com

The little baby cooed in her arms as though knowing her thoughts. That precious smile melted her heart instantly. 

“We will figure it out, right darling?” The baby cooed again in agreement. “As long as you have the confidence I’m okay, my dear.” Seema smiled. 

Life is twisted! As clueless as she was, she was happy too. Life sure is twisted! 

© Vinitha 2021

This fictional piece is written in response to the thirty-eighth edition of Fiction Monday for the word prompt TWIST and the above picture prompt hosted at Reflections by yours truly. Do join in if you have a tale to tell. 

Begin Again #FictionMonday

13 Saturday Mar 2021

Posted by in Fiction

≈ 5 Comments

Tags

, , , , , ,

Today is special, her mind kept repeating. Jenna hadn’t had this excited in a long while.

The empty seats will be occupied. The incessant chatter will resume. And that heavenly coffee smell will envelop the cafe once again.

After a long break her cafe will come to life again today.

All will be right in her world again.

black and white ceramic mug
Photo by Lina Kivaka on Pexels.com

© Vinitha 2021

This fictional piece is written in response to the thirty-fourth edition of Fiction Monday for the above picture prompt hosted at Reflections by yours truly. Do join in if you have a tale to tell. 

Broken Promise #FictionMonday

23 Tuesday Feb 2021

Posted by in Fiction

≈ 2 Comments

Tags

, , , ,

How could she break her promise just like that! The more he thought about it, his agitation grew.

Photo by Sharon McCutcheon on Pexels.com

Granted, he wasn’t around. He was always busy with his work. But that wasn’t a deliberate doing. He loved his work and it paid well too. But as his responsibilities at work increased, he missed a few moments with his family. Starting with their second baby’s birth. He claims just a few moments but he knew it was more than a few. His children never talk that freely with him like they do with their mom.

Isn’t that normal in all households?

And finally, when he rejected a promotion and stepped down to take a lesser role at work to spend more time with his family, she ditched him.

How could she!

We promised to be there for each other from now on.

“It was a heart attack. Sorry for your loss.” Doctor’s words echoed in his ears.

© Vinitha 2021

This fictional piece is written in response to the thirty-fourth edition of Fiction Monday for the word prompt ‘Promise’ hosted at Reflections by yours truly. Do join in if you have a tale to tell. 

Memory #FictionMonday

10 Wednesday Feb 2021

Posted by in Poem

≈ 3 Comments

Tags

, , , ,

Photo by Greg on Pexels.com

Hello, said a piece of memory I ignored.
It flashed again,
and again,
until I was burned
inside out.
Hello, said a piece of memory I wished to ignore!

© Vinitha 2021

This poetry piece is written in response to the thirty-second edition of Fiction Monday for the word prompt ‘Flash’ hosted at Reflections by yours truly. Do join in if you have a tale to tell. 

Rejected #FictionMonday

05 Friday Feb 2021

Posted by in Poem

≈ 2 Comments

Tags

, , , , ,

Photo by Steve Johnson on Pexels.com

What mystery my mind holds! 
Yet another piece of submission rejected 
And here my mind is coming up with another piece to submit!
Sometimes I feel, my mind thrives in rejection
What a mystery this mind is! 

This poetry piece is written in response to the thirty-first edition of Fiction Monday for the word prompt ‘Mystery’ hosted at Reflections by yours truly. Do join in if you have a tale to tell. 

When Her Dream Came True #FictionMonday

14 Thursday Jan 2021

Posted by in Fiction

≈ 7 Comments

Tags

, , , ,

Photo by Mitch Kesler on Pexels.com

She dreamed of getting away from there.

Far, far away.

In her dreams she had the ability to fly. And she would fly out of those huge walls. Those chained gates would offer no resistance.

One day her dream came true. But she didn’t fly out of the orphanage. A young couple came in and wanted to make her their daughter.

They became the angels who gave her the invisible wings to fly.

That’s how she learned to dream more often; because dreams will come true one day.

© Vinitha 2021

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

Fearless #FictionMonday

06 Sunday Dec 2020

Posted by in Fiction

≈ 5 Comments

Tags

, , , , ,

It wasn’t like she was full of courage. In fact, she was the opposite of courage. She was timid her entire life. People never valued her. She didn’t experience appreciation in her whole life. 

That’s how timid personalities are treated. With no particular appreciation or affection. 

But that day things changed. She demanded everything that was not given to her and nobody could say no to her. That’s how fierce she was.

Motherhood changes everyone.

Even a street dog like her!

Meddling with her pups would be the last thing anyone will think of now. Motherhood made her fearless.

Photo by bin Ziegler on Pexels.com

© Vinitha 2020

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

The Mystery in Mulberry Hills #FictionMonday

15 Sunday Nov 2020

Posted by in Fiction

≈ 5 Comments

Tags

, , , ,

Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com

He walked toward the path which would take him to the main road. He felt funny using the words ‘path’ and ‘road’ so loosely to refer to the muddy area the villagers thought of as a road. It was just a trail, a narrow one at that.

He didn’t like this tiny place on earth called Mulberry Hills for its charm like he was told.

The stream down the trail proved to be a promising adventure though. Last night he put the fourth girl to sleep in the depth of the river where the stream took him. Exploring nature is wonderful, he chuckled.

© Vinitha 2020

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

Memories #FictionMonday

01 Sunday Nov 2020

Posted by in Fiction

≈ 9 Comments

Tags

, , , , , ,

Kavya liked going to the park every evening. Today was awfully cold, but she walked to the park covering herself in layers of cloth. Her attempt to keep her warm in those layers of warm cloth was a failure as the numbing cold held her in its embrace mercilessly. 

Photo by Rene Asmussen on Pexels.com

If Nikhil saw her out in this freezing weather mindlessly strolling around, he would scold her. His scolding wasn’t the problem, she was used to it. He would lecture her forever. His memory is annoyingly excellent that he recalls the events that had transpired eons ago and effortlessly brings them all up into the current moment as if they have all categorized under a particular tag to be remembered as and when he wanted. He’s got a spectacular mind, she thought uneasily. 

Memories shouldn’t be used for taunting someone. Kavya thought memories as a savory to make her present moment delectable. Much like how someone discarded spoiled food, she discarded bad memories without a second thought. Why bother with the past and its nuisance when it can’t make her life better? That was her policy. 

Nikhil and Kavya were on opposite poles to say the least. Nikhil took pride in analyzing and coming up with foolproof plans for the future based on learnings from the past experiences. 

He never knew how to live in the moment, a sigh escaped from Kavya. All his plans couldn’t stop death from snatching his life. If only he lived when he was alive, she would’ve had some sweet memories to cherish now. 

Nikhil wouldn’t lecture her now, somehow remembering that failed to make her happy.

© Vinitha 2020

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

Letter from the Past #FictionMonday

22 Thursday Oct 2020

Posted by in Fiction

≈ 9 Comments

Tags

, , , , ,

Neha picked up the envelope which lay forgotten in her desk drawer for years. She wrote it for herself some twelve years ago. The plan was to open it ten years later.

Photo by Suzy Hazelwood on Pexels.com

Who knew ten years later she would forget the existence of the letter itself. Life has sweet-talked her into forgetting the fondest memories of her life.

Just then her fingers stumbled upon another envelope bringing her back from her trance. Neha froze for a moment as she recognized that envelope. How could she forget about it! That day twelve years ago, she wrote two letters – one for her future self and another for 10-year-older Avinash, her best friend. In return, Avinash wrote one letter for himself and one for 10-year-older Neha. They had made this big plan of opening all four letters and reading them together no matter where they were.

A smile appeared on her tear stained face as she remembered the jokes and the laughter that followed the letter writing episode.

Not only did she forget about the letters, she forgot to remember Avinash when the time came. Funny how life takes us away from our big plans, she mused.

Truth is she was deliberately not letting Avinash’s memories into her mind. Four years after the letters were written, Avinash died in an accident. Fighting back the tears she opened his letter,

“I will be with you always.”

She wept with unbearable grief.

© Vinitha 2020

This Flash Fiction is written in response to the sixteenth edition of Fiction Monday for the below picture prompt – hosted at Reflections by yours truly. Do join in if you have a tale to tell. 

Photo by Roman Koval on Pexels.com