It was time to don the disguise robes. The mission had to be accomplished today by the suicide bomber. Both success and failure meant death. (140 characters) Inspired by Twittering Tales-25 by Kat Myrman. Take up the challenge at https://katmyrman.com/2017/04/10/twittering-tales-25-11-april-2017/
The emotional connect was awesome. Maggie’s parents prayed for her health in the morning, and were pleasantly surprised to see both Tommy and Kitty seated behind them. The lazy duo had dragged themselves out of bed to join the morning ritual. They were unhappy with Maggie’s convalescence, and longed for her to join their games. … Continue reading Gratitude
“Hey, buddy! Come up on the terrace! It is sky-watching time. Grandma says the Sun used to have a bigger and brighter orb in her youth, and they had distinct parts of daily routines, called Night and Day." “Right! My online tutor told me to observe the grey orb.” “And what is that made of?” … Continue reading Grey inheritance
“That was in rather bad taste, Henry! You should not have created a scene in the birthday party”, fumed Martha. “What exactly is good taste? Your claim to superiority above others? I am a son of the soil, and have my feet firmly rooted in the ground”. “Taste is what makes food and the world … Continue reading AN ACQUIRED TASTE
“I have invented a synthetic molecule”. “Have you replicated nature, or invented something that did not exist before?” “I draw inspiration from existing patterns, and then, improvise on them.” “Great! But has Nature run out of stock to cater to the needs of the planet?” “The population has ballooned by quantum leaps. Competition between human … Continue reading The Conversation
The dark colors and rough edges of the stone, against the vivid colors of the sky looked ominous. White paint splattered on the stone appeared to be symbolic of something, as if somebody wanted to convey a message, but could not express completely. The straw hut outside the gate, towards the sea, looked quaint, but … Continue reading Who was the Queen? #writephoto
At the crack of dawn, the residents of Fearville realized that they had been taken for a ride. The cardboard decoy stood there, while the actual criminals had taken off under the cover of darkness. A few shots were fired at the figure in frustration, which drilled a few holes in it. But the figure … Continue reading Fearless in FearVille
She stopped for a moment, when someone asked “Aren’t you the famous Indian actress Mona?” “No”. And she resolutely walked ahead, on the lonely sidewalks of Los Angeles. She had found her peace in anonymity. Nobody knew of the wistful desires and unrequited love behind the veil of fame, wealth and glory. (52 words) For … Continue reading Behind the Veil
Albert wondered where the old bicycle would be lying now. This sketch was done by his eight-year old son, James, reproduced from the stories that he had heard from Albert. Albert had displayed it on the wall of his plush office. The picture reminded him of his roots – his father who sold ice-cream on … Continue reading Fruits of Labor
He was returning to meet his parents after 15 years. The view from the rail window scared him, as much as it did in childhood. The tales of fairies and monsters came alive, once again. He had been scared of touching the branches in autumn, fearing that they would turn into monsters, and gobble the … Continue reading In anticipation of Spring
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