Wednesday 18 October 2017

Journey

                              Sunday Photo Fiction – October 15th 2017



214 10 October 15th 2017

                                 PHOTO COURTESY : A Mixed Bag.



Her eyes scanned the monstrous dimensions with awe and a sense of longing. Even on the 

glossy paper it seemed behemoth to the innocent blue pupils. The hull of the cruise, the 

small windows and the life-boat hanging in the picture beckoned her.


Ananya had already made up her mind firmly to set sail on the serene waters.

She toiled hard giving the Sun an inferior complex and her stamina lay on the pillow only 

after wishing the Moon. Her bank account had enough to board the cruise liner,’Virat’ 

with a smile on her face and a spring in her step.

Her heart swam with the white froth of the azure oceanic waters while she learnt the 

geography and historical importance of every port and country that ‘Virat’ travelled. The 

eclectic mix of people ,varied cultures and their cuisines intrigued her and got imprinted 

in each crevice of her brain.

She believed in giving back more than she has taken from the society. The orphanage 

benefited from the largesse she earned.

She earned the title of “Most Efficient Stewardess” on the cruise. Ahoy Life!!! 


                               Sunday Photo Fiction

                                                  

word count : 182

Tuesday 17 October 2017

Arrow

FFfAW Challenge-Week of October 17, 2017





                       



                 This week's photo prompt is provided by Grant-Sud. Thank you Grant-Sud!



The parents of the missing girl were waiting anxiously to hear any piece of news of their 

child. There was no ransom demand and hence kidnapping was ruled out.

Detective Karamchand ambled into the room of Ananya with his assistant Kitty in tow. His 

eyes scanned the entire space in white. A section of pink wall arrested his hawk-like 

eyes. 

A map detailing the entire layout of the sprawling mansion was pasted.

“Ananya seems to be a happy girl. Look at the smiley drawn”, chirped Kitty.

Karamchand glared at the naivety of his assistant and started to stomp his foot at the 

base of the pink wall.

“It is an arrow-mark, Kitty, Look at the direction”, calmly said Karamchand.

A secret chamber revealed an envelope with “Catch me if you can” scribbled, teased his 

grey cells. This is going to be a long treasure-hunt, concluded Karamchand.


                     Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers.Thanks Priceless Joy.  

               

                                             

word count :146

who did it?


#MicroMondays – Edition 1


Nupur and Ramesh walked free out of the gallows. 

Who killed Aarushi? Will her spirit absolve the stain of looming shadows?

I am curious too.

          MicroMondays-Edition 1. Thanks Varad R and NamySaysSo.

                                           First Haiku-2


Notes :  Read about Aarushi Case.

Tuesday 10 October 2017

journey

136th Challenge
Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers





                       This week's photo prompt is provided by BarbCT/Gallimaufry. Thank you BarbCT!



The white cotton candy clouds seem to sail with the wind against the backdrop of the 

azure skies. I bend on the railings running along the boundary of the behemoth water-

body ruminating on the present crisis of my financial health. The prospects on the 

horizon seem bleak and the sun seems to set in my mind. “Why does this happen to me?”, 

I whine.

A cargo container ship passes by, leaving a trail of siren.

“Does the ship protest of the heavy freight-age on its back and in the belly?”

“It carries and trudges to the port and off-loads its contents and not the burdens. 

Another batch of cargo consignment is loaded and the ship moves on post refueling. This 

is its journey and it doesn’t aim for a destination.”

I straighten my back, feeling a bit lighter. I jettison my grumblings and chart a new 

course of path with the aid of my internal compass. The innumerable ports beckon me. 

Ahoy.






                              Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. Thank you Priceless Joy.

                                            

Monday 9 October 2017

Fangs.


Twittering Tale #53 – 10 October 2017







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Photo by Antranias on Pixabay.com


Her pen spews venom on paper in the sunlit forest log cabin . 

She dons her nocturnal skin and slithers for prey in the concrete jungle. 


                 Twittering Tale # 53 - 10th october 2017.Thank you Kat Myrman.

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140 characters.

Sunday 8 October 2017

Egyptian Spirit


Sunday Photo Fiction – October 8th 2017



Egypt

                                                       Thanks Kathryn Forbes 2009 for the picture prompt


The azure skies and the historical redolence of the capital city welcomed the Indian 

student contingent with a ‘Marhaban’ while Cairo was reciprocated with a warm 

‘Namaste’.


I had brushed my history and geography of the ancient civilization. The behemoth statue 

of Ramesses II in Cairo evoked awe and admiration. The guide assigned to us patiently 

narrated the history of the Great Pharaoh. As a bunch of excited students, we clicked 

selfies and photographs against the backdrop of the statue, eager to update the event on 

social media.


Did the ancient Egyptians breathe the same air as I have inhaled today? Definitely the 

atmosphere was cleaner when the Pharaohs ruled the land, I concluded. Are the celestial 

beings a mute witness to the change in civilizations? If they could speak, I would lend 

them a patient ear. Could the grandeur of their empire be compared with Vijayanagar 

Dynasty? A thousand questions sprouted in my mind as I heard my name being called for a 

group photo. I quicken the pace of my sprint to join my friends.

As I stood with a smile for the camera I felt hot under scrutiny.
                        
The spirit chuckled, unknown and unseen to the world.





  (A replica of the Ramesses II statue stands on Salah Salem street in HeliopolisCairo)


                                                      Sunday Photo Fiction.

                                                

(Google pic)

Click HERE to read all the wonderful SPF stories

Word count : 200

Read more about Vijayanagara Empire.

Saturday 7 October 2017

cookies




Weekend Writing Prompt #23 – Taste


Word Prompt

 Taste

Photo Prompt

Challenge
Prose Challenge – Write a story in 35 words, inspired by the theme of taste, without actually including the word “taste” in it.
Grandpa gingerly picked one of the baked goodies and sucked it.
He winced.
His toothless smile discerned the goof-up of his grand-daughter’s maiden attempt at baking.

The jars of Salt and sugar had been interchanged. 



          Weekend-writing-prompt-23-taste. Thank you Sammicox.


Sad release.

                 Three Line Tales, Week 88



three line tales week 88: dip pen and ink because it's Inktober, innit

                                               photo by Kira auf der Heide via Unsplash


The waves in the ocean of her mind had gradually formed into a raging tempest lashing fiercely onto the shore of her face which reflected in the crystal clear myriad emotions as the colours splashed on canvas.

The wooden pen-holder moved to expose its lifeless contents as she picked it up to pour her inner turmoil on the blank sheets to release the farrago of discontent, doubts and sorrow.

The golden nib stubbornly refused to co-operate with the stimulus given by the brain to transfer the anguish from her senses to her diary which kept invading her whole being and subsequently her hands took refuge in the noose.





                3Line Tales. Thanks Sonya.

Thursday 5 October 2017

Fluid thoughts





The water meanders through the mountains, valleys and plains.

"Stop if you can", challenges Mother Nature.

The behemoth dam arrests the forward fluidity.

The water gurgles and spreads backwards, smilingly but not losing its fluidity.

"Is your brain membrane permeable for exchange of ideas, opinions and thoughts?” questions God.

“I am your creation, Almighty, and am open to all discussions and signals from you", humbly bows Man.

                                    Six Sentence Stories. Thank you Zoe.

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Wednesday 4 October 2017

StarDust








                                                                         PHOTO PROMPT © Ted Strutz

The ferry lazily drifts on the silent waters patronizing the people with deep pockets and 

a penchant for the uncommon.

“Shouldn’t Nikhil’s feet be firmly on the ground while he reaches for the moon?” concern 

dripped from Priyanka’s throat.

“Many moons ago, you aimed for the stars, isn’t it? Let him find his way”, reasoned 

Aniket, puffing smoke from his Havana cigar.


She turns her head to avert her husband’s gaze, trying to stop the fusillade of moisture 

from her eyes. 

“The leap to stardom is full of compromises, deceit and of course hard work”. She stifles 

her sobs.


                                Friday Fictioneers. Thanks Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.

                                             

Tuesday 3 October 2017

The Mask

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                                                                            Photo by GLady on Pixabay.com

As he scrubbed his face clean, he felt unsure. The face in the mirror and the mask had merged into one and he never knew when.


                                               Twittering Tales # 52. Thank you Kat Myrman

130 characters.

Shielded

135th Challenge
Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers
                                                 


This week's photo prompt is provided by Elaine Farrington Johnson. Thank yoiu Elaine!
The recent carnage had left many wounded in mind and body. Some breathed their last 

even before they could remember their loved ones. The silent march of protest against 

the violence unleashed, started from a nondescript lane. All silent hands held candles 

that crackled with the wind. Their feet moved slowly with the weight of their grief of 

having lost their kith and kin.  A pall of gloom descended as the celestial beings numbed 

their shine in the darkness. Only a little innocent hand carried a placard which had the 

magic four letters hurriedly scribbled on it with hearts drawn around. The little orange 

hood manged to hide a part of his face and perhaps veiled his loss. The little boy was 

unhurt in the bloodbath as his mother pushed the child on the ground and lay over him 

shielding him, while she became the target of the insane bullets.

                         Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers.Thank you Priceless Joy.
                                               

 Word Count : 150

Thursday 21 September 2017

The harvest





He had drawn a blue print plan to put his free time to better use long before retirement. 

Working in a corporate office he had lost touch with Nature. The farmland in his village 

was sold off to the highest bidder after his father’s demise. How fervently Sridhar wished 

he hadn’t.


After a session of yoga, he sat at the table with renewed vigour chomping on the freshest 

tomato-cucumber salad. The aubergine vegetable tasted the best he ever had. From his 

potted plants in the verandah straight into his kitchen.

The seminar on urban farming has found many takers.


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(Google pics)

Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction.  Thank you Charli Mills.



                                           

Mother Courage.

                                                 



Today as Amrita stood tall on the dais, with a thousand palms applauding her for the 

breakthrough in Genetic Engineering, she credited and thanked her mother , Nirbhaya, 

for her guiding spirit.

Nay Amrita was not born in an improvised family but her rich ‘zamindar’ grandfather-

patriarch tried to throttle her as soon as the umbilical cord was cut. The young Nirbhaya

barely out of the labour pains shielded the tiny life. Despite looking wan and feeble, her 

fierce mien and ululation pulverized the ageing head of the family.  Nirbhaya's husband a 

nincompoop put a pococurante demeanor while the sordid ordeal was being played in 

the ‘haveli’. The breeze stopped in its track and the sheep swallowed its bleats into 

deafening silence.

Nirbhaya, as her name suggested, stepped out of her marital threshold gathering her 

courage and the new-born Amrita in her arms. No voice cajoled her to stay behind. The 

blood of 'Durga' ran in her veins and voice of 'Kali' ordained her to take this step. The 

firmament bowed, showering their with blessings.


longing



Nirbhaya’s parents did not welcome her but the security of a roof over her head was not 

denied. She picked up the books again, breastfeeding Amrita and changing the diapers.



Two pair of feminine feet entered the school premises, one as a student and another as a 

teacher. Thus began the arduous journey for Amrita to culminate at the dais. Nirbhaya’s 

palms refused to stop cheering for her Amrita.

The media-persons thrust their microphones towards Nirbhaya for sound bytes.


challenge 4 prompt


“Whatever I had earnestly wished for, has become the fulfilled goal of my life”.


Nirbhaya’s words resonated through the television screen of the crumbling ‘haveli’. The 

patriarch‘s photograph hung on the wall adorned with a sandalwood garland. 



                                           Reena's Exploration Challenge # 4. Thank you Reena S.


Notes : Zamindar : family owning huge tracts of land.

             Haveli - huge mansion.

            Durga and Kali are Indian goddesses.

           Nirbhaya means fearless.