The challenge is Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. Sandi has posted a story at Humble, but Humorous, with an invitation to continue the story. Sandi's Story Immediately, I flashed back to accepting my invitation to the mill. There were six of us who had set up sleeping bags on the outer, upper balcony. About 15 minutes after … Continue reading Are you In or Out?
“The unicorn is a myth.” “All myths originate from someone’s thoughts, when a need is felt for it.” “Desperation to believe?” “Yes. The story goes that only a virgin could capture it. Virgins denote power of purity. That makes the unicorn a symbol of truth.” “There are no absolute truths either.” “I agree. But it … Continue reading No absolute truths
I think I know where the path leads. Hence, I take small, measured, premeditated steps with a strategy. The gaps between the trunks and leaves show glimpses of the sky, and am imagined destination. Yes, the sky is where I want to reach. A turn, a stone and a fall --- and I am in … Continue reading Endings
I never throw rose petals away, even after the flowers have wilted. The extracted goodness of the petals goes into my skincare regime, and the softness lives on. The ones I immersed in water today started bleeding purple. It was the artificial color sprayed on the petals by the florist. The rose stem looked askance … Continue reading Appreciation
This is not how I was born. A genetic identity was in place, but genes are oh-so-mutable. Each experience and how I stored it in memory defined me, each interaction drew a response, and defined a personality, each moment flung me into the future. How much of it can be programmed into a robot? This … Continue reading Human Destiny
A hunt has been launched for the unknown signature on the wall. The painter living in the slums is amused, as he could not spell his name right. He is blissfully unaware of the fact that fame awaits him, for his considerable talent as a realistic wall artist. Three Line Tales #Week 108
The wall art on the street was a tourist attraction. The blue bicycle parked opposite the wall remained largely ignored, despite the eye-catching color. It was perhaps parked at a wrong spot, and managed to escape penalty. A writer kept visiting the spot daily for two weeks, and noticed that the bicycle had not moved. … Continue reading Unsung
Get Well Soon messages indicate you are unwell. But Hope well? “Jim, better check the map again. I have a hunch we are heading for trouble.” (139 characters) Twittering Tales #72
The spirits have come. Figures in white coats hover around, tinkering with various contraptions and whispering jargon. I look at surrounding grey screens, but those do not display warmth, which I desperately wait to see. Suddenly, I know the difference between looking and seeing, hearing and listening, speech and expression. I love you, spirits, as … Continue reading On the edge
The ground is uneven and the water around his barely protected feet cold. Yet, he ventures on boldly, to blaze a trail in difficult terrains. He is a pioneer of several new fields of business. Adventures do not scare him. The world applauds, not knowing of his immense faith in the guardian angels that have … Continue reading Guardian Angels
