Age No Bar - 55 Fiction !

I love you so. He said earnestly. Just give me one chance.

Look at our age difference !

Loves knows no age, and you’re an adult at 23.

And you are too .....

She stopped. Unwilling to hurt his feelings.

Dejected he walked away.

He’s got loads of spunk for a 12 year old. She thought amused. 

Written for the Write Tribe 55 Fiction challenge.

F is for Fifty Five Fiction !

Fifty Five fiction is where you have to write a story in no more than 55 words.
I love writing Fifty Five fiction because it really tests your ability to express yourself in limited words. 

Here is something I wrote Today.

Ripoff ! 

Maybe we should let it be. 

No! This needs to be done.

Some things are best left uncovered.

But this sure needs to see the light of the day. 

Well I can’t do it. Will you do it for me ?

A sigh of exasperation.Oh all right! 

Ow !!

And the Band-Aid was ripped off unceremoniously. 

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A Captain's Knock ! (55 word Fiction)

The crowd waits impatiently, buzzing like a swarm of bees. He stands his guard, jittery inside but hiding it under a thin veneer of calm. The man on the other end runs, then throws. A graceful sweep, a flying arch in the air. His eyes follow it and he slowly smiles. And India goes berserk !

(This is my belated tribute to M S Dhoni and his magnificent sixer that brought the world cup home :) 
Written for Three Word Wednesday.This week’s words were – Thin, Grace and Jittery)

55 Fiction - Cafe Ginger Chai

This post is published as an entry for the KING AND QUEEN OF 55F CONTEST – The first ever unique, challenge for the coveted title in micro fiction category. To catch the crowning moments and also be part of future editions and other contests, visit and register at Cafe GingerChai

The rules of the contest are:

•You have to write a set of three 55F.
•The first two sets should be a story on its own
•The two stories should climax / conclude / inter-twine in the third set of 55F.
•The story could be of any genre i.e, love, crime, mystery or thriller etc.

 

Hope

Rain mingled with tears on his cheeks at the funeral. Nothing to live for now, Arun thought dully. My house burnt, wife dead, son missing. But I will find my son, he thought resolutely. However long it takes, we will meet again. A feeble ray of sunshine peeped through the clouds, growing slowly stronger. Hope.

 

    

  Friendship

Lonely, desolate, the little boy wandered about in the streets. Exhausted, he sank down on the pavement, crying. Something wet and warm licked his face. He looked up to see soft brown eyes in a furry head. Tentatively, he patted the pup. It nuzzled closer. The Two new found friends walked away in the twilight.

   A lost Chance

It started raining. Just like that fateful day ten years back. He still searched for his little boy, believing his heart would know him instantly. “Finished Saab”, said the shoe shine boy. He looked down distastefully at the scruffy urchin and his mangy dog. Arun threw a few coins at his son and walked away.

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55 Fiction at Ginger Chai !

Ginger Chai has published a 55 fiction that I have written.
It can be read here
Thanks a lot Ginger Chai !

55 Fiction- The Circle of Life

The old man walked slowly, laboriously; oblivious of the kids around him. Pausing for breath, he watched the brown leaves fluttering down, like tired souls at the end of their lives. Nearby, the freshly planted saplings swayed with the breeze, puny but showing promise of growth. The kids played on, full of vitality and life.

Photo clicked by me in Japan - Nov 2005

55 Fiction - Triumph

He ran furiously, blood thundering in his ears, each breath searing his lungs, every fiber of his being focused on the target;painted an ominous yellow and blue. A last burst of adrenaline; he lunged forward, grabbing the handle by his hand. Triumph! He had managed to catch the last bus home.

55 Fiction - Winter Frost

The door slammed and she heard him leave.Loneliness and despair clutched at her heart like cold hands. She shivered, opened the door and stepped out. The first rose was peeping its way out of the almost- gone winter frost. The sun warmed her skin but her heart remained covered with a layer of ice.

55 Fiction - Melacholy

Tumbled thoughts in a jumbled mind. Everything topsy turvey inside my head. Despondency and listlessness, sadness for things that could not be, remembering lost dreams that have slipped away like sand through fingers. They say that Night is always darkest just before dawn. But hasn’t this night already lasted too long?

55 Fiction and a prize !

Here’s a 55 fiction story I wrote for a contest held at work. We were given a theme and had to write something in 55 words or less in 20 minutes. My theme was ‘Nature’ -and I won the first prize. Yay !!
The picture was clicked by me at Rishikesh !

She sat outside, waiting for the Sunrise, her mood as dark as the Night Sky. Slowly the sun peeped out from behind the mountains, bright and shiny as a newly minted coin, its rays like yellow arrows against a backdrop of flaming orange sky. Suddenly, all was well with the World again.