Circle

I didn’t like maths very much. I didn’t like geometry either, but I used to love shapes… triangles, squares, rectangles and circles.

My favourites were squares, circles and triangles. When I started loving shapes, I had started loving geometry as well. But that was it. That was the only part that I loved about maths.

Circle is not only a shape; it is the shape. It is the objective of life. To me it is the motion of life and death.  It is all that is within and without. It is binding and non-binding too.

A circle even if drawn clumsily by a kid still remains a circle. Strangely enough, it is circles and lines that we start drawing at an early age rather than squares, rhombus, diamonds or any other shapes. May be even as we are children we notice the shape of a circle easily in nature that surrounds us than any other shapes.

I therefore think, that circles are not just round shapes, but they are the meaning of life. It is the beginning and the end of life. It marks the continuity of any energy cycle.

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This is a story for Friday Fictioneers, which is hosted by Rochelle. Every week you are challenged to write a 100 word story based on a photo.

Thanks to J Hardy Carroll for this week’s photo and also to Rochelle for hosting the challenge.

A special thanks to all the readers for their time, too. I came with another story and couldn’t stop myself from sharing it. Hope you enjoy!

PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll

Days of searching, now stopped. My partner and I stood against an old abandoned building.

“Should we go or wait.”

“Why wait? Let’s g….”

A screeching siren had interrupted us. It came from inside the place.

“Do you think, somebody….”

Jerry started moving, and I followed him like Mary’s lamb.

Terror was walking in the air. Something was hanging in the dark against the wall. I neared it.

I heard a sound from behind. It was the cracking sound of my skull.

I turned around. The light was fleeing the scene. The door was taking me in. The case — CLOSED.

A Sunday

This is a story for Friday Fictioneers, which is hosted by Rochelle. Every week you are challenged to write a 100 word story based on a photo.

Thanks to J Hardy Carroll for this week’s photo and also to Rochelle for hosting the challenge.

A special thanks to all the readers for their time, too.

PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll

“Honey, I’m so excited. Thanks!”

“Sure, no problem honey.”

We stop in front of a building. The gates are locked.

“Are you sure… this, is the place, honey.”

“Yah! It says, ‘you’ve reached your destination.’ Jump out! Let’s just check.”

“Are you sure — this is — the transport museum?”

“It’s ok, maybe we are earrl….”

Oh My God Honey! Just check this out. It says: Trespassers Will Be Shot Without Notice. LET’S GO!”

“But…”

LEAVE! your stupid… transport.”

The car is in motion. Silence is now seated with us.

“Anyways… thanks! for spoiling my Sunday.”