Too late…

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 Sandra Crook for this week’s photo and also to Rochelle for hosting the challenge.

Thanks to all the readers for their time, too.

PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook

Jack was crazy about Bruce Lee.

He was a killer only if looks could kill. This time when he wanted to impress Tina, his girlfriend, he went to his dad.

“Can I borrow your new electric…”

NO! Absolutely not!” His dad managed to utter a few words inspite of being busy.

A big crash and a thud… did steal his attention though. He ran. The entrance wall was down.

“What happened…!”

“I… don’t know. It fell.”

Walking away he smiled. An evil twinkle brightened his eyes. He soothed his knuckles with dots of red and said, “Ah!…Fist of fury!”

The place to be

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.

Thanks to all the readers for their time, too.

PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll

There was fun and laughter… excitement and jolly rides. It was the place to be at. I missed my bus. I was late.

The place to be… I stand looking for my wife and daughter.

The amusement park now a scene of chaos and confusion… bodies lay on the grass.

I look at… a photo of theirs… I cannot understand what is shaking vigorously — the photo or my hands or the earth. My photo gets moist without any rain. The sun is hot but my tears have filled me with an iciness. I stand. There is no fun and laughter.

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Silent Peace

Darkness melts away,

in the warm glow of a candle light.

Silence then rises and fills the space.

Everything fades away to a place where,

existent becomes non-existing

and non-existent dances in a smoke of life.

In a while all that remains in the blank space is

…stillness,

…nothingness,

not even me.

Everything then becomes silent peace….

 

Check out other entries for the photo challenge: Silence

 

New Neighbour

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 Victor and Sarah Potter for this week’s photo and also to Rochelle for hosting the challenge.

Thanks to all the readers for their time, too.

PHOTO PROMPT © Victor and Sarah Potter

Marie’s stay at the spiritual retreat was relaxing.

Her home smelled of closed container, as she unlocked it.

Keeping her luggage, she walked towards the kitchen to find something to eat.

She made some scrambled eggs. Pulling the stool to sit, she screamed like a siren at her new neighbour — Mr.Spider —who was dangling like a disco-ball on top of her head.

Her eyes moved everywhere… looking for something… a weapon.

The kill was made. Marie’s gaze fixed on the latest edition of the spiritual magazine….now in dustbin. On it was written: Act and be kind to all living beings.

In Carving

People who know me, know me so well. They know me how inclined I’m towards art and artistic endeavours.

I’m always fascinated by sculpting, pottery making, weaving etc. Once I was interested in fruit carving but that is not what I want to talk about. What really held my interest was soap carving.

The first step involved decision making on my part, if I was really interested in it or not. The answer was a — yes. ­­The second step involved teacher and so came the Youtube. The third step involved tools of the trade. The fourth step involved my budget. I wanted it more towards the inexpensive side because I wasn’t yet sure about the outcome of my art deal that I was about go for.

Then came the action time. And so, I bought some inexpensive soap bars. For tools or tool I caught hold of a pair of scissors.

I followed the steps from Youtube. After scooping, carving and polishing for hours and days I did manage to get something out of my soap bar.

Of course, what I had made was no match to what I had intended to make. But it was a fun effort. And in cheers of good spirit neither anyone was hurt nor was anything wasted… other than just a bit of soap from the bar. In the end, I did feel like an artist at work or a mini sculptor of a kind.  I enjoyed the process and had fun.

 

Written for daily prompt: Carve

How brilliant of me!

We each love to live in our own self-made bubble of securities and myths.

I’m no different. I too, have them and once in a while I do think, “How brilliant I am!” Not that there is anything wrong with such a thought process, except one should think twice.

On so-and-so bright summer day, I thought I could put my brilliant mind to work. I wanted to drink cold… chilled water. I wanted it quick. So instead of using a plastic bottle, I filled water in a glass bottle. Then I kept the bottle in the freezer.

Time passed by and I thought it was time for me to take a sip of that chilled water. I thought, “What a great pleasure it would be to drink chilled water while the sun was screaming outside.” To my surprise, the bottle was cracked, which ran right from the bottom to the center of it.

It was too late to undo the action. I realized that sometimes somethings are irreplaceable and irreparable. The lesson was learnt at the price of ignoring my common sense. Oh, and that was one of my favourite bottles. It had a bright yellow colour.

Drew inspiration from daily prompt: Brilliant

A January Treat

Since it is January and it is chilling cold a treat for me would be to tuck myself in the warmth of my bed. But that wouldn’t be all. I would have a nice small bowl of tomato soup, with some sprinkled pepper, to drink . And then, I would love to read a new book, that I had purchased a few days back, in the glowing light of my study lamp. Just before slipping off to sleep, I would write or draw using my new (bright blue and orange coloured) pens.

No ice-creams for the time being but cakes wouldn’t be that harmful I think. And since that’s a nice thought… maybe, I shall treat myself with a nice fruit cream cake tomorrow.

Written in response to daily prompt: Treat

Happy New Year, Happy 2018!

Having a conversation with myself on the 1st day of this new year I thought of remembering the past year of what could be and what had been… and then I thought… what’s the point?

The past has already slipped away giving me sweet and sour memories. I already bade farewell to the wonderful day and year yesterday. I said my thank yous to the year 2017 yesterday.

Today is 2018 and so it is a new day of this new year. It is a fresh start of the year. It is a new day of the dawn. It is already a beginning of a new chapter in the book.

Since it is the new day of the new year I’m already thinking of the newer things that I’ll be doing…newer achievements I’ll be celebrating…newer relationships I’ll be making… newer paths I’ll be treading.

On this day, today, I’ll also like to wish all my blogger friends “A Very Happy New Year”.

Wishing all a year filled with happiness, good health, prosperity, peace and abundance.

Welcome 2018!

To Many Bright And Beautiful Tomorrows

 

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