Saturday, 13 May 2017

inherit

our challenge is to write a story or poem in exactly 39 words inspired by/using the following word:

“Inherit”

Definition:
v.
–  receive (money, property, or a title) as an heir at the death of the previous holder

I have inherited 
                        my blue eyes from my father,
                      black hair from my mother.

   my lips sing melodious strains.
        the strokes of my brush,
      
       aroma of strawberry crush

      are all cultivated by me.

     my kids will inherit 

     their own-self.




                                 

the golden touch



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King Midas tried to shake his daughter violently hoping to infuse life into her

gold metallic body but alas, the golden pupils stared back at him lifelessly.




His working hours extended into evenings and slowly

nights too consumed him.



The CEO  hardly saw his little daughter and she 


desperately wished his presence on her birthdays,


school meetings and dance competitions.





He knew she would hug and kiss him today and he


would not disappoint her and he had ordered her


favourite chocolate cake.



She didn't wish him on Father's Day and the cake 


lay untouched on the dining table.



The teen's changed taste left a bad taste in the 


father's mouth.





                              written for : Six Sentence Stories

Miss Universe


In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about trading.
It can be the profession of old or of modern day traders on Wall Street.
It can be trading places or lunches at school. What is traded? 
Is it a fair deal or a dupe? Trade away and go where the prompt leads you.




“World peace is the need of the hour”, she mouthed and a thunderous

applause deafened the stadium.

She adorned the sparkling tiara, as the curve of her lips widened.




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Uneasiness lies in the head that wears the crown, Mrs. Ruth’s words


buzzed in her head.

Her new itinerary made her travel through various time zones.



                               ********************


The little fingers generously dug into the sinful chocolate.

The anorexic frame balancing the crown bent down to kiss the orphaned


cheeks while television screens beamed her actions.


“Will you trade places for a day?” begged the Miss Universe.


The innocent eyes stared disinterestedly. 


written for : Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction

Friday, 5 May 2017

comfort food



Spreading his ample bottom on the cushioned chair, his gaze caressed the colorful bowl. 

The taste buds tickled and saliva lubricated the cave of his mouth.

The smile widened to form wrinkles at the corner of his spectacled eyes.

The unsteady shivering hand brought the spoonful close and the dentures chomped

away greedily the crisp bell peppers and lettuce.


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The slightly chilled yogurt dressing brought solace to his mouth ulcers.

“Comfort food”, he uttered under his breath, his companion for the past six decades. 

And so is the constipation, a faithful shadow.

The salad bowl was licked clean.

Contented.





                                    written for : Carrot Ranch flash fiction

pic courtesy google image

Friday, 13 May 2016

Wheels of fortune.


Opportunity,  he cadge

Dame Luck smiled.

Roulette hits jackpot.

           Hurray.

Wife squeezes alimony.





Saturday, 7 May 2016

The battle of Haldighati



Rana Pratap's coruscant bravery slashed every

 head that came in his way on the battlefield.  But the sheer force of the Mughal enemy reduced his belligerent mood and his small troop.

Sensing the situation, Chetak galloped , leaving the centre-stage.

Fatigued , he died in harness.

Rana built a memorial of his faithful Chetak.





Presenting a slice of Indian history, read more about
Chetak .


Monday, 2 May 2016

Melody

Carpe Diem Tan Renga Challenge month May 2nd (2) "shadows of leaves"





shadows of leaves
cover the open holes
her flute forgotten
©  Jane Reichhol
her lips forlorn 
yearning for Lord Krishna



© Jane Reichhold



Written for :Carpe diem tan renga challenge


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Google Image

Sunday, 1 May 2016

Frog


old pond
 frog jumps in
sound of water (basho)



creases of ripples
princess flashes dimples


Written for : Carpe DiemCarpe Diem

Friday, 29 April 2016

House hunting woes



                                                           Purple wall by dancsec

After sniffing the odour of the paint, my nose cringed at the colour of the walls.

Even the lampshade was painted with the same brush.

"The apartment rent is rock-bottom er Miss........."

"Miss Purple . Do i have a choice?"


Tuesday, 26 April 2016

Trust broken

Happy anniversary.

Music and  wine failed to assuage the  tempest in my heart. The sip of infidelity 

combined with mendacity set the marital boat rocking.

My tired oar failed to keep it  afloat.

The Titanic sank with my trust.
               

Three's a crowd.

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Legacy


As I turn the starched stiff pages of the sepia toned images of the frozen moments of my infant days, my vision becomes blurred. I gently dab my eyes with Kleenex. Advancing age is another issue.

I caress the already worn out images with my trembling hands. I must have done this exercise a million times before. I can still feel the soft cotton fabric of my baby frock with dainty lace. My grandmother had hand-stitched it for me, her first born grand-daughter.
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Those were the days of custom made clothes with the labour of love. Mass factory produced goods hadn't made inroads.

I pushed the bulky photo-album towards the other edge of the table.

The neatly folded pile of tiny frocks and bloomers reposed in the mahogany cabinet. Shrinking mothballs rested besides them.Gingerly picking them, I lay them on the table and a quick glance at the images in the album. Time stood still. It seemed just a day before that I had adorned them  and the smell of the newly sewed clothes permeated my nostrils.

Smile stretched on my wrinkled face as I placed another set of baby clothes on the table besides the old set of clothes. Generations separated them but love and affection reigned as the common factor.These branded factory made clothes are personally chosen by me. Shopping on-line is a new feature added to my skills.

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The old faded pile would be passed on as heirloom to the newest addition of my family.
NAY NAY.... , my values and blessings would be her legacy.

The old worn-out clothes will go with me: to the grave.








(Google Images)

Friday, 22 April 2016

envy

In this photo taken Wednesday, July 3, 2013, a Chinese tourist covers himself with seaweed on a beach plagued by an algae bloom in Qingdao in eastern China's Shandong province. (AP Photo) CHINA OUT



"Grass is greener on the other side".

As Doubting Thomas stepped on the green carpet, the monster swamp  

engulfed him into the abyss of negative emotion.


                                               

Wednesday, 20 April 2016

Save our planet




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The iron fangs mechanically sink deeper into her womb aborting

life. The bare surface devoid of foliage with parched throat cries 

to quench. A lone concerned voice protests over the monstrous din.

Million hands join the movement to conserve what is left.



                                            

Tuesday, 12 April 2016

raging passion



“Come, help me in the barnyard. Writing won’t keep the home 

fires burning”.

Heat sears his face gradually as the flames rise higher.


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He casts a forlorn look at the burning embers.


“Each word is imprinted in the book of my mind”.





                                    

Monday, 4 April 2016

Soldier



They brought him home wrapped in the tricolour flag.

The innumerable flames of the wicks, bereaved with the wind illuminating the
dark moon-less night.


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His fighting spirit kept him alive, buried in blankets of snow albeit briefly.

Salute you, brave Hanumanthappa.

R.I.P



                                             

Friday, 1 April 2016

'Test'ing times

Loud noises knocked on her skull. The clock struck nine, every stroke sending

her body into shivers. Jolted, she got up with rivulets trickling down her bosom.


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She sprinted into the venue clutching her duffel.  The Physics lessons seem to 

echo into her psyche, her nervous feet refused to move forward. She stood rooted 

into the deserted school compound. She brought her wrist up. The seconds were

ticking. “I overslept, missed the test. I will flunk. Oh God Newton, help me!  ”


Her quivering lips widened into series of smiles letting off the suppressed tension.

Phew.

Physics test is tomorrow.




Prompt: Write 100 words on anything without using the letter A.