Showing posts with label Micro-fiction. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Micro-fiction. Show all posts

Monday, 9 October 2017

Fangs.


Twittering Tale #53 – 10 October 2017







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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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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.


Tuesday, 3 October 2017

The Mask

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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

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Wednesday, 20 September 2017

Paths

  Twittering Tale #50 – 19 September 2017


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Go to the left where nothing is right or go to right where nothing is left? Tread on either of them. Maybe they will merge together. 



Twittering Tales # 50- 19th september 2017. Thanks Kat Myrman.

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Friday, 1 September 2017

Family-time,

Twittering Tales #47 – 29 August 2017


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Dad, Mom, my siblings were relaxing in our box. 

The naughty kids picked us to play a game.

Can't these humans be on their play-stations?







                    Twittering Tales # 47 - 29 August 2017.Thanks Kat Myrman.

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Saturday, 13 May 2017

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.



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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, 19 December 2014

silent prayer.








Two pairs of nervous soles pounded the hard street taking urgent steps.

The slight mist which had descended down clouded their vision but the 
determined couple did not lose sight of their endeavour.

"Hope we are not late", Katie said with words barely escaping her lips,
the chill in the air aggravating her arthritis. 

"I have the candles and the wreath ", and Malcolm tightened his grip of their
intertwined fingers.

The tears rolled down her cheeks and the illumination of the bulb added to her misery.

The news of over a hundred  little innocent souls snatched away by insane act of terrorism re-winded the reels of memory and brought forth the picture of their only son Ryan, who a decade ago completed their family.

                                       The smallest coffins are the heaviest to bear.
                                             They had buried Ryan in their hearts.


This 140-words Micro Fiction is shared with Succinctly Yours Week 195.
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