Their Hysterics #WriteBravely

55 Fiction

She fumes, she frets.

She pleads, she screams.

All they do is mock and tease.

‘You are no good’, they screech.

She implores them to dance across the space so that she could pass their beat on to others.

But they turn their back with disdain!

Aah! The drama between the writer and her words.

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Life Sentence #WriteBravely

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Samit stood at the window. Outside, it was raining cats and dogs.

The weather reflected his mood, the uncertainty of the situation eating into his peace of mind.

He tried hard to disguise his feelings about the hopelessness of the situation but failed miserably.

Gloomily he looked at the road below and a thought began to grow in the back of his mind.

He looked again. Longer this time with steely determination in his eyes.

No, it will not be a death sentence, rather a life sentence for him.

Yes, he will push himself to live till his last breath.

Growing despite odds

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Day 3 – Terminal

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This post is a result of love and collaboration of dear blogging friends Corinne Rodrigues, Vinay Leo R and Bhavya Leena Nandakumar. Words cannot express my gratitude and appreciation for your support. Thank you, you guys rock!! ♥

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Lock Away the Memories #WriteBravely

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A voice reprimands, but do I heed it? I turn back nevertheless and let the mind wander through the lanes that are familiar and nostalgic. I re-play the moments of the past, turn memories over and over with hope that they turn live again. But they remain frozen in time as eyes shine bright with unshed tears.

I wipe the tears of love that did not last and a time that now is past.

It’s time to lock away the memories of the past from the light of the day and dark of the night to live and smile again!

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Day 2 – Nostalgic

Pattern #WriteBravely

55 Fiction

The tension was building up in him.

He needed a release, so he did what he liked doing under such circumstances.

Once finished, he stepped back to admire his bloody handiwork.

Excited, he walked out but turned around for one final look.

How could he forget that?

An incomplete knife set would drive him mad. 

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Day 1 – Prompt – Pattern

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Road Map of Life #WriteBravely

55 Fiction

Her pudgy fingers trace the creases on her face.

“What are these?”

“Oh, these are the road maps of the journeys that I have taken in this life.”

“Can I take the same road?”

“No two journeys are the same, but I hope you take some of the same roads and some I hope not!”

Old Woman

Linking this to the Write Tribe’s Festival of Words

Day 3 – Prompt – Feature a map and write about a place either real or virtual

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The Homecoming

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She felt their judgmental eyes on her. She knew that they knew.

And that was sufficient to bring the monsters of the past to raise their ugly heads.

The memories of the past slipped back into her mind and engulfed it completely with fear and pain.

She ran away from all the physical and the mental demons into the dark and quiet of the long room.

As she breathed in deeply, the musty and the woody smell acted as a tonic for her frazzled nerves.

The words around her gave her the much-needed escape, comfort and strength.

It was homecoming…

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Linking this to Writing Wednesdays at Write Tribe for the Prompt  “The ache for home lives in all of us. The safe place where we can go as we are and not be questioned.” ― Maya Angelou

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Delayed Connection

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I’m sitting by the window, waiting for a piece of my young adult life to walk in through the door.

As if on cue, he’s wading through the sea of tables and fellow diners.

His eyes light up on seeing me and before the pleasantries, he gives his reason for being late, just like before.

We talk about a million things and fall into an uncomfortable silence when it’s time to leave.

And at that very moment, I realize that I’ve never stopped loving him.

I stare at him in shocked silence, when he says, “I’ve never stopped loving you.”

Linking this to Writing Wednesdays at Write Tribe. Today’s prompt is a Wordle consisting of 10 words. From these words, use a minimum of 4 to a maximum of 10 words in the post.

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The One That Got Away

Today’s prompt for #FridayReflections is…

“Then I wondered if everybody has that person that haunts them, the one that got away.”― Marlon James, A Brief History of Seven Killings

The first thought that comes to my mind when I think about ‘the one that got away’  is unrequited love. But it could be about the missed opportunities, or the relationships that didn’t work out, as well.

‘The one that got away’ brings to my mind the thought that a relationship or an opportunity should have worked but somehow it didn’t turn out as per the expectations and their paths diverged.

How would one feel about ‘the one that got away’? What would be the dominant feeling? Would it be regret or hurt or pain or doubt or…? Would the various ‘could have been’ scenarios create havoc in the head? Would the heart shed silent tears?

I remember writing a 100 word story on this very thought a few years ago, which I believe is apt for this prompt. So here’s a rehash of an old post…

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La douleur exqise*… the words that explained how he felt.

He knew that she would never be his. But when does love follow rules?

For months, he felt a heavy stone on his heart, with sad tears washing it.

The pain was killing him and he believed that he’d never get over her.

Then just like a new day, change came his way.

He realized that he was done with regrets. He had to move on.

He understood that some people can be a part of your history but never your destiny!

Slowly, he felt his heart begin to heal…

*La douleur exqise – It means, the heart wrenching pain of wanting affection of someone unattainable.

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Beating the Block

55 Fiction

It’s time you updated your blog.

Blogger's Block

I want to but it’s a struggle. The thoughts are too foggy and the words are eluding me.

How about a story in 55 words? Certainly, you can manage that.

You think that is a cake walk?

Don’t give excuses, just start writing.

Ok, if you insist. Here it goes…

ZZZ… #AtoZChallenge @AprilA2Z

55 Fiction

The wind was in her hair and the sun on her face while Bob Marley crooned on the car radio.

A smile lingered on her face as thoughts of meeting him filled her up.

Weekend plans were taking shape in her head as a truck crossed three lanes of traffic and struck her car head-on.

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My theme for this year’s Blogging from A to Z April Challenge is Crime Stories in 55 Words.

Today’s story, Z is for ZZZ… or Falling Asleep While Driving.

Maggie’s Law states that a sleep-deprived driver qualifies as a reckless driver who can be convicted of vehicular homicide.

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You can check out my A-Z posts thus far by clicking on a highlighted letter!

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