Showing tantrums

I’ve never understood why some people throw tantrums. It terrifies me a lot when I see someone doing so. I’m sure for them it’s a dramatic appeal… a way to seek attention… to get what they want; but to me who is a spectator to their actions (like a lot of you, who would’ve found yourselves at the same spot) — it simply seems like they are having fits of some kind.

Age group doesn’t matter when throwing tantrums. The younger ones roll on the ground crying their hearts out; whereas, the elder ones yell all around throwing things randomly at first and then aiming to harm someone or anyone.

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A Hiking Trip

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 Jan Wayne Fields for this week’s photo and also to Rochelle for hosting the challenge.

Thanks to all the readers for their time, too. For this week I’m happy to share two stories with everyone. I hope you enjoy them both.  🙂

PHOTO PROMPT © Jan Wayne Fields

Story A:  A Hiking Trip

We met after 10 years. We wanted to do something adventurous. Hiking was decided.

We reached the top. The camp was set. The night came with millions of stars and…

“Ooch!”

“Jim are you al’ right?”

“…mosquitoes… I think… aren’t you all…”

“No. They aren’t. The night’s beau… rememb….”

So it’s just me, they are in love with.

I missed my bed… pillows and…. Between sleeping and staying awake… I’m sure — I heard a roar or a hiss. Anyways, tiredness had hijacked me and I slipped into Phu! Phu! Gruuu!

Morning was real. Words tumbled out: “Thank God! I’m alive!”

 

Story B:  A life in flying

It was the highest plunge. He had always loved heights. Some said, “He’s crazy!”

“A bird! Finally I’m flying like a bird.” he said. His arms were wide open as they were soaking freedom. A bird flew next to him. Chee! Cheewp!

In the operation theatre the doctors and the nurses were trying to find his pulse. It was getting feebler.

He was flying higher.

He had loved the place for its height, peace and solemnity.

“We are losing his pulse, doctor.” The machine echoed teeet!…teet!…teeee!

But he, was already flying high.

One day gone

There comes a time when life doesn’t make any sense. It happened long time ago, when I was a teenager. But today, I am not.

Just when I thought life was going smooth, I was hit by the vagueness of it.

BAAM!

Where is my life going? What am I doing? Am I doing something meaningful for myself or for others? Myriads of questions seep into my mind. They worry me, not so much by the day but definitely by the night. But what good is worrying and wandering in the vague dark corridors of my thoughts. So I decide to catch some sleep and chase some dreams.

One day gone. One more to come.

 

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All play, all fun

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 Douglas M. MacIlroy for this week’s photo and also to Rochelle for hosting the challenge.

Thanks to all the readers for their time, too.

PHOTO PROMPT © Douglas M. MacIlroy

I whatsapped my friend: What are you doing? Been a while! Been busy?

Beep!

I clicked on the video sent by him.

I messaged him: What’s this?

He replied, “This is golf disc!!!”

I messaged: Golf…what?

He replied, “You have to throw the Frisbee inside that pole.”

I message: You mean that…pole-basket-kind-a-thing?”

He replied, “Yes. I’m enjoying it! 😀 😀 😀 ”

I blinked… for a sec.

On typing “golf disc”, Google showed me the results, but it would do it for anything…right? At least I have my friend’s video. I know it is real.

I messaged: Have fun! 😀

Rise and Shine

Every morning I get up with a smile… and then people happen. I fret not upon the day as it stretches itself; I fret and frown upon some annoying, irritating people that I meet.

People whom I meet outside, are strangers and what they say or how they say don’t bother me much.

But what to do, if an extended family member tries to find fault in my actionas; or tries to tell me that I’m not (good) enough; or lets me down by throwing sarcastic remarks at me.

I’m a positive person but I cannot stop myself from fretting and frowning on these occasions. The problem is, by doing so I hurt myself and also those who care for me.

People say, “You should not hurt yourself like this. Don’t pay any attention.”

It sounds easy, but it is not.

I’ve realized that no matter how broken or hurt you are by the actions or words thrown by some (negative) people, in the end you have to pull yourself out of that misery pool. You can stay there, and it’s ok for you to stay there but don’t make that forever. You should know when the time’s up and pull yourself out of it. It’s difficult but it can be done. Try to find a way to get yourself back on the life’s saddle and ride it like a rider. Don’t make yourself suffer because of someone else. Your greatest responsibility is towards yourself and not the others who put you down in any way possible.

Whenever I find myself caught in the misery pool, I shift my focus on my priorities. I keep saying to myself, “Unimportant people and their talks don’t matter. They are not important. I’ve better things to work on.”

Priority is very important in life; because at times like these, it helps you to know where you need to focus your energy on.

So rise and shine for the day is strong, but armour yourself well because you’ll find things and people who’ll try to wear you down and take that shine away from you. In the end, the shine fades away but one should have the courage to polish it again and again and again.

Inspired by daily prompt: Fret

Rightful Owners

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

Thanks to all the readers for their time, too.

PHOTO PROMPT © Yarnspinnerr

The house was building happy memories for its owners. Men sat in the veranda — chatting, playing cards. Women were inside the kitchen — chopping, cooking and talking. The battalion of children ransacked the entire house. The air smelled of heat, sweat and dust along with a hint of cooking spices, mint and coriander.

One day people, mostly neighbours, came. With faces drenched in anger, their words sounded terrifying. Nights passed in deathly silence.

Then — one night, a strong fire attacked the house from outside.

Inside, voices cried… Help! Help!

The land is claimed and tamed but not by its rightful owners.