Introvert In A Concert


Page was caught lying in the garden one fine morning. Now, Page was not a waste paper or a paper torn from some book. He was a 14 year old boy named Michael Page. And when I say he was caught lying in the garden, I don’t mean lying as in ‘he was rolling on the grass’. He was on his phone, talking to someone and apparently, lying about something.

“I really am sick. I have a running nose, fever and moreover I am feeling weak. I really can’t make it….. Yes, thanks for understanding.”

He ended the call and turned to go back inside. Only, he found himself staring at his father who had come out of the house while he was on the call.

“Why were you lying about being sick, Michael? And was it Andrea on the phone?”

“Errr. Yes.”

“Okay, but why were you lying about being sick?”

“She called to ask me if I could tag along with a few friends to some concert she bought tickets for.”

“Well, that sounds like a good idea. Common, Michael. It is a weekend, go out with your friends and have some fun.”

“Hehe! Dad, you know me. You know how I feel about going out with friends. I can handle it if it is just 4 or 5 of us. But any group bigger than that, it makes me anxious, nervous and irritable. I don’t enjoy such gatherings. It has also something to do with the shit people talk when they get together. Utter non-sense and unimportant shit!”Read More »

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Daily Prompt: Back to School


Daily Prompt: Back to School

If you could take a break from your life and go back to school to master a subject, what would it be? Photographers, artists, poets: show us MASTERY.


Magic, of course. 


When I published this post, the above line was my answer for today’s prompt. I said to myself, clever. But surely, I know this would dawn on me, I was ridden with guilt. To tell you the truth, the first thing that got to my mind when reading the prompt was – bullies. I wanted to write about going back to school and mastering how to face and answer the bullies. I don’t remember specific incidents or anything that happened with me, but I’ve always been someone who loathed bullying and the people who bully. The consequences of bullying are too naked for me to not feel agitated by it. The mere possibilities of the ways in which bullying can affect the victims, especially the kids, and what their hurt minds can do, scares the living hell out of me and brings up an anger equally intense. But writing about it seemed exhausting because I have to go through those emotions again and again until I finish the post. So, I just hit my head with a hammer and, being a complete Harry Potter freak, magic came to my mind. That I chose to write something else for a little peace within me, rather than writing about something that concerns a live social problem did not seem right. So, I added this little text.

STOP BULLYING.

Remembering Humans


Daily Prompt: From the Collection of the Artist

It’s the year 2113. A major museum is running an exhibition on life and culture as it was in 2013. You’re asked to write an introduction for the show’s brochure. What will it say? Photographers, artists, poets: show us RETROSPECTIVE.


I guess I’d rather ‘show it’. When I say ‘the world begged its doom’, it meant that our current ways lead us to doom. For example, read this post by Kenton Lewis, a fellow blogger. I was stunned reading at what he wrote, it was so true and I couldn’t translate my angst into such words that might help a few see the wrong in the present. Here, please read this: Agree Or Disagree, They Called It Art | The Jittery Goat.

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That was fun doing it, I used Adobe Photoshop.


Read a few more posts from other bloggers for today’s prompt:

  1. To Know Me | clarior e tenebris
  2. From the Collection of the Artist | Geek Ergo Sum
  3. Retrospective Views | Books, Music and Movies : my best friends
  4. All Roads lead to Metro Manila | Daily Prompt: From the Collection of the Artist | likereadingontrains
  5. Dog food. Cat bowl. | weliveinaflat
  6. 24 July Daily Prompt: From the Collection of the Artist | Family, Photos, Food and Craft
  7. Remembering Humans | Black and White Heart
  8. Agree Or Disagree, They Called It Art | The Jittery Goat
  9. Daily Prompt: From the Collection of the Artist | George and Nigel
  10. Or, Well, Was, Is | Good2begone
  11. Conflict And Change | Tony’s Texts
  12. History of Mankind: A Tour in 2113 | it writes itself
  13. Daily Prompt: From the Collection of the Artist | The Daily Post « The Blogging Path
  14. Daily Prompt: From the Collection of the Artist | Welcome to Joshua Montrell Woodard’s Blog Site!
  15. Daily Prompt: From the Collection of the Artist | Chronicles of an Anglo Swiss

Dinosaurs Are Afraid Of Fireflies


Daily Prompt: Fly on the Wall

If you could be a “fly on the wall” anywhere and at any time in history, where and when would you choose? Photographers, artists, poets: show us SNEAKY.


First things first, I had to Google what fly on the wall meant and I liked what I learned.
Definition:

if you say you would like to be a fly on the wall in a certain situation, you mean that you would like to be there secretly to see and hear what happens

It is not unnatural that our minds think sneaky at times. You want to know what people talk behind your back when you are absent, what sort of shallow, jealous rumors they believe and spread. You wish you heard them with your own ears rather than from a third-party who themselves must have added their fair share of unreal spice to the talk. Although being a fly on the wall at such times does meet the requirement of overhearing their conversations, if it was possible, I’d become someone or something that can kick their unethical asses. I’d like to be invovled. But here is an interesting thing, there is this movie called Eega in which the hero gets killed by the villain and he is reborn as a fly and he takes revenge on the villain and reunites with his lost love. Here is a quick scene where the fly sacrifices himself to save the heroine:

And if you insist that I choose a time and place in history, I guess I’d choose the time when humans did not exist, in which case existence of walls seems impossible, ergo the idiom ‘fly on the wall’ wouldn’t exist too.

Anyway, as a soul, I believe all beings have souls, I’d be more free as a fly than as a human being. I think I’d prefer to be a firefly, they are lovely and loved by both adults and children, although it doesn’t matter now that I chose a time period when the frigging humans did not exist.

So the time and place? During the dinosaur period, without doubt and anywhere dinosaurs roamed. But now that I think of, I feel dinosaurs might be afraid of fireflies. Images of dinosaurs jumping up and down scared as a firefly whizzes around its head are amusing. I am smiling.


Please drop off links of your posts if you are writing for today’s prompt, I’d like to come by and read them


Here are posts from other bloggers for this prompt:

  1. Grandma Has Landed | Icescreammama
  2. Daily Prompt: Fly On The Wall | suzie81’s Blog
  3. If Wishes Were Fishes | windandlaughter
  4. Pressed dog. Pressed bone. |
  5. Daily Prompt: Fly on the Wall | flow of my soul
  6. A Photo Drive and a Protest | The Photo Faith Challenge
  7. Sneaky | Books, Music and Movies : my best friends
  8. Daily Prompt: Fly on the Wall | Being a Huntress
  9. Sneaky Peeky | clarior e tenebris
  10. Words With Ryon
  11. Daily Prompt – Fly on the Wall | Kate Murray
  12. Dinosaurs Are Afraid Of Fireflies | Black and White Heart
  13. Memorable Tweets from history | DCMontreal
  14. Africa’s tears | The Rider
  15. Daily Prompt: Fly on the Wall « Mama Bear Musings
  16. Fly on the wall | Geek Ergo Sum
  17. Adolph Shrugged (historical short fiction) | The Jittery Goat
  18. Daily Prompt: Fly on the Wall | Retired2Travel
  19. Daily Prompt: Fly on the Wall « The Blogging Path
  20. Watching From The Wings | Tony’s Texts
  21. The One with the Dynamic Duo | Jackie Cangro
  22. Daily Prompt: Fly on the Wall | iChristian
  23. Daily Prompt: Fly on the Wall | Under the Monkey Tree
  24. Sneak-ers [Daily Prompt: Fly on the Wall] | unknowinglee
  25. The Ticking Clock: Reversed | Expressions
  26. Fly on multiple walls | Nanuschka’s Blog
  27. Fly on the Wall: The War of the Roses | In diesen Augenblick
  28. Daily Prompt: Supper | One Starving Activist
  29. Guest Blogger: Ruby! | Haiku By Ku
  30. Nazareth | Life is great
  31. Daily Prompt: Fly on the Wall – I saw three ships a’sailing | SERENDIPITY
  32. Dedicated to the unfinished work | pencil pilot
  33. Daily Prompt: Fly on the Wall – show us SNEAKY. | masadiso79’s Blog
  34. Daily Prompt: Fly on the Wall | Chronicles of an Anglo Swiss
  35. A fly in ’41 | tornin2’s Blog
  36. A Fly on the Wall: Eavesdropping on Matters of National Security… Or Not | The Whimsical Circumlocutor
  37. A Cascading Calvacade of Gasconade | Spirit Lights The Way
  38. Daily Prompt: Fly on the Wall | Let There be Peace on Earth
  39. Daily Post: Sneaky | Slam on the Brakes, Pull Over, Take the Picture
  40. Blues Haven | Good2begone
  41. Fly on the Wall | The Nameless One
  42. When would you like to live? | MC’s Whispers
  43. Some fine art, great reads, great films and a little zoning out… | thoughtsofrkh
  44. Fly on the Wall: Sneaky Figs | Khana’s Web
  45. I think of how they met | Vampire Maman
  46. Daily Prompt: Fly on the Wall | reyoflight
  47. Evolution | Markovich Arts
  48. Not The Sword But The Pen
  49. Fly on the Wall | The Voice from the Backseat
  50. I would observe William Blake | djgarcia94
  51. Daily Prompt: Fly on the Wall | Purple 7 Paper
  52. The Ducky Sneak! | It’s a wonderful F’N life
  53. If only… | I Didn’t Just Wake Up This Morning with a Craving
  54. Daily Prompt: Fly on the Wall | The Daily Post « The World According to Me…
  55. Daily Writing Challenge: Fly on the wall…or guitar | Diary of a quirky girl
  56. What if you could be a fly on the wall? | Okay, what if?
  57. Daily Post: Fly on the Wall | Brianne Writes
  58. Best Laid Plans | Wiley’s Wisdom
  59. Daily Prompt: Fly on the Wall | Uncivilized Thinking
  60. Daily Prompt: Fly on Teenage Mama Spaghetti’s Wall | Mama Spaghetti
  61. What Really Happened? | The Lion’s Den

April Haiku Month, Day 12: Koi Pond


HOW MERMAIDS CAME TO BE


a weary angel . . .

tired wings turn into  fins

dance in a koi pond

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dance in a koi pond . . .

the koi rejoice her new form

mermaids are no myth

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angels and mermaids . . .

we heard a legend or two

who knew they were true

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This post is submitted at Haiku Heights for Day 12 prompt – Koi Pond. This post is also a part of my NaPoWriMo 2013 journey, my first.

Endurance, The Routine Of Heart #1


“Ready for the next wave?”, asked the ocean as the boy stood, wet and motionless. The ocean suddenly noticed a bright glare on his cheek and it vanished as much quickly. It was a teardrop; which was until then not visible due to the downward inclination of his face, glittered when he nodded with the slightest of movement.
‘He nodded’, realized the ocean.
“Good”, it said loudly, hoping with all heart that he was strong enough for this.

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I have written something very similar to this a long back, here : A Pebble Ashore That Never Moved.

 

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Let Secrets Be (Fairy Tale – #1)


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 I have missed on capturing you for a very long time. But I will get you today. Because, I now know your secret.

Each day, for the past week, Marie has been trying to photograph a brown hare which she saw one evening in The Forest of Alvon while roaming the woods in search of a White Stag. Marie was, until yesterday, clueless as to why the hare was so successful at avoiding her camera. She is not an early-riser and that was her routine every vacation, and as a hobby photographer, she never was inclined to getting up at day break to capture spectacular sun rises. But yesterday, her grandmother had put up a schedule of activities which she hated to do, like having to learn and cook a dish for breakfast. Putting up her photographic quest as an excuse, she got up early and set out for the woods. The horizon still hid a part of the sun. She crouched behind the trunk of the fallen tree, unsure whether the hare would show up at daybreak. A few moments later, a scurry in a tall grass patch to her right caught her attention, she knew that it was the hare. She readied the camera. The hare stood in the clearing, sniffing dew drops. The sunlit patch moved up unto her, as Marie watched, and when the sun rays gently shimmered on the hare, he dazzled for a moment, and then vanished. Marie gasped, but slowly her alarm turned into admiration and awe.

While still lost in thoughts about the magical events of yesterday, a quick rustling sound brought her back to the present. She quickly got to a squatting posture. The golden patch slowly moved up. And the hare vanished again, Marie never clicked.

Let secrets be! 

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299 words

Faery Taleish Pinterest Contest

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other entries :


You Can Even Love An Empty Life


from the heavens came letters of console,
all the woman expected was an invitation,
to be taken away too,
just like her husband,
who was forced to take his repose.

lost in grief, she hears a mellowly carol,
or was that her heart’s painful melancholic trepidation,
she collapses to her knees,
just like her husband,
who never again rose.

and forever, her love, his grave and her grief became her whole,
vines grew hugging the marble in affection,
flowers blushed until her heart’s last bloom,
and then,
all went brown,
grey,
then empty.

For all love she had,
for one,
her purity and truthfulness conjured a bond stronger than any other,
a divine bond,
one that showed how can one love life, until the very end.

her husband,
her life,
her all.
for she was an orphan when he took her into his warm embrace,
that’s when he promised her that he shall be with her forever.

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Submitted at One Single Impression.

Tears For Heroes – #FlashFiction


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The whole town was in a frenzy, people made it up to the streets well before the scheduled time of arrival of the war heroes, some alive and some martyred. Some chose to wear dazzling bright colors, holding colorful balloons, trying to see the positive side of the homecoming. While some chose to wear only white, their faces painted alike, for they all had someone among their family go into the war. But time moved at snail’s pace for all. Eventually, the homecoming company arrived, colors hardly mattered, tears made their way out from everyone’s hearts. There be peace now.

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100 word #FlashFiction. It’s called a ‘Drabble’.

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The Spider Jeopardy – #flashfiction


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“How do you expect me to react idiot? How would you, if I did the same to you? With a bigger and more vicious looking spider!”, Tess barked at her younger sister after she woke up screaming to a hairy tickle caused by a palm-sized desert spider. She jumped back from her bed in panic and fell over the floor, hurting her head.

Only after this freaky moment did she notice her sister standing at the bedpost and more frustratingly, laughing at her.

“I wouldn’t freak out like you”, said Jane, still unable to control her laughter.

“Well, you are such a disgusting little prick”, Tess hissed and walked out of her room. This fun-intended prank by her sister has not only frightened her but also led to an even more awkward fall resulting in a smack on her head which left her dizzy which felt more like something-more-than-just-a-smack as her pain did not go away even after an hour. She has been walking in the veranda all that time, nauseated by visions of evil spiders and pangs of pain in her head. It was 6 in the morning and Tess knew this day was going to be long, as is the feeling left by any pain that goes off inside us, early in the day, and continues for too long.

After deciding that resting would help more than walk in loops like a bird which flew in circles, thanks to an unexpected bowl of gin that she drank from. This thought made her laugh out loud, but the pain it caused cut her short. She cursed under her breath and walked to the door. She closed the veranda door behind her and turned on the light in the hallway. To her goosebumpy surprise, a spider was lying on the floor ahead, though its hair color looked different. This got her temper to peaks that it seemed the red on her cheeks would spread to her blonde hair. She stomped the two feet that separate her from the spider and picked it up with her whole palm and stormed into her sister’s room, this time, she was so damn sure she would slap her.

Turning on the light in her sister’s bedroom, Tess pulled the blanket away and shook her sister who fell asleep when she was struggling with the post-‘pranks gone wrong’-bruises. Her sister sat up unwillingly, eyes still closed.

Tess said, “How many of these are still there in the home?”

“What are you talking Tess”, Jane said, yawning. She was now awake completely, thanks to her sister’s loud voice.

“That isn’t my spider, Tess”, she said, rubbing her eyes.

“What do you mean by it is not………”, Tess broke off as the spider in her palm moved.

“ I THOUGHT WOMEN ARE AFRAID OF SPIDERS. BUT YOU SEEM TO BE BRAVE “, the spider spoke, in a deep and weird voice.

The sisters looked at each other, then screamed like hell broke loose.

“ HAHAHA ”

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497 words // falls under flash fiction

Tweet me at @sankarajayanth.

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FINDING NEVERLAND


putting his pen aside;
the writer walked to the family who were struggling to fly a kite to its pride;
the widow and her four sons tried until they were tired;

they welcomed the writer’s help;
he gave the kite’s lead to the youngest kid and asked him to run when he heard the yelp;
the kite soared into the sky, helped by the air’s palp;

all rejoiced the moment, he noticed, except one kid;
he was Peter, thoughts and worries he was unable to rid;
the writer knew what he had to do, and did;

he created Peter Pan;
Peter Pan never aged, he flew like a kite and he talked to fairies;
he lived in a fairy world called NEVERLAND.

the writer’s creation brought tears to the whole family;
and forever the writer lived on, as a legend,
whose imaginations started with a kite, which lead to FINDING NEVERLAND.

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I was inspired by this movie, FINDING NEVERLAND, which is the real life story of J.M. Barrie, who created the famous character Peter Pan. This movie tells about what incidents led to Barrie creating NEVERLAND, a fairy world, which even today is seen as a benchmark by authors for writing and creating fantasy worlds.
This post, reflecting the first of many such incidents which led to the creation of Peter Pan, was very challenging to attempt, but was a great experience. I recommend everyone to watch that movie, a masterpiece for my eyes.

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Tweet me at @sankarajayanth.

Submitted at One Single Impression.

Drabble Diet ( 100 Word Frenzy ) – #1


Inaugural Week: (Probably, the reason for a long post. Please be patient and read. 🙂 )

I found the idea of #FlashFiction very very interesting and challenging. Having stumbled upon this form of writing a few weeks ago, I tried rummaging through the web for more contests and writer pools like Tuesday tales, which was where I wrote my first Flash Fiction piece.  And I did find a few, which i would list out in the next week’s post as i have to organize their urls, the hosts’/hostesses’ twitter handles. The thing is, there is no accepted word limit as to what qualifies to be a flash fiction. Flash Fiction is a very brief form of writing something, a story, a muse or a poem ( not that you do’t know, for new comers! ). But mostly, anything under 500 words might be readable, keeping in mind that people really come looking for ‘flash’ stuff. So, less than 500 is short enough. And usually, there is a prompt given out to the writers, so that their minds can solely concentrate on the skill of writing short, rather than having to deal with “what theme to choose” too. The prompt might be a single word, multiple words, phrases, metaphorical ideas, photographs, so on and so forth.

Drabble is a perfectly defined derivative of flash fiction. A Drabble is a very short piece of fiction, of exactly 100 words, not counting the ones in the title. I learnt this word only a few hours ago (from the time of publishing this post), on Pattinase’s Blog.

So here we are, at Drabble Diet.  I would give you a picture prompt and leave the rest to you. Let your marvelous worlds of imagination paint their existence in 100 words, portraying their ability to survive and thrive even at tricky times. 

You can post your entries in the comments section or alternatively post them on your blog/website and submit it to the InLinkz Tool below (Click the icon) ( Sorry, WordPress.com doesn’t allow javascript). You can find other entries too by clicking the InLinkz icon.

So, summing up the Rules :

1. The entry should be exactly 100 words, excluding the title.
2. Genre restriction : Anything allowed except Adult. Mild gore is acceptable. Poetry is very much WELCOME!
3. Entries can either be submitted to InLinkz (i.e. written on your blog/website) or can be posted in the comments section. Feel Free!
4. Add the picture prompt to the post, if you are writing the Drabble on your blog/website.
5. 3 entries is the limit for a single writer.
6. At the end of your entry, add your twitter username, mine is @sankarajayanth, so that we writers can interact with each other.
7. The contest runs for 1 week. Closes Exactly at 20:30 GMT on  11-6-2012.

Note : I would not pick any winners, I would urge you to read as many Drabbles by our fellow writers as possible and also try to comment on their work. It is every aspiring writer’s dream to be criticized. For criticism is in itself a form of praise. And more over, interacting with fellow writers motivates and urges us to up our efforts more in becoming a better writer.

Note : I am hosting something like this for the first time. So excuse me for any inconveniences you face. I would be very glad to get suggestions and help hosting this contest successfully.

This weeks picture prompt :

Cheers!! And Ahhoyy!!

CLICK THE ICON TO SUBMIT YOUR ENTRY:




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And for who ever want to post the InLinkz entry collection on their blog/website so that there is more exposure to their and their fellow writers’ works, here is the HTML code you want to add:

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Nemesis – Fairy Tale #2


source : FaeryTaleish board @ Pinterest

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there was once a fickle headed wizard,
who brew up potions that do things that people dared not speak of,
out in a forest, he made his home, his evil fortress.

the mighty bearer of the throne, King Vzrael himself feared the wizard,
with none to confront him, the wizard one day brewed a potion that created an army of evil soldiers,
he set out for the castle to take over the throne.

but none knew of the woman who prepared well for this day,
to confront and bring defeat upon the evil wizard,
to bring peace to the people of the kingdom of Amoera.

at the gates of the castle, the wizard confront the kingdom’s new defender,
“Woman, Submit! Kneel! Weakling! “, he shouted, ordering his army to march forward,

“FOOL!!”, the woman whispered, sweeping her hand at the marching evil soldiers,
the entire army froze, turned white like marble statues,
“FOOL!!”, loudly now.

“Who are you?! What did you do to my army?”, the wizard asked, fear creeping up inside,
he was already getting ready to unleash the evils from another potion bottle,
“FOOL!!”, she shouted again.

“I am Nemesis”, she declared.
“Goddess of retribution and vengeance”,
“Death or Repentance”, her menacing voice spoke his defeat, “Choose!”

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word count : 220

Submitted at One Single Impression and Sunday Scribblings.

A Struggling Painter


Submitted at Sunday Scribblings for the prompt “In the beginning” .

Story of a struggling painter.

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canvas clean,
ideas struggle and stutter in the beginning,
painter’s heart beats slow, yet tiring,
color-dipped brush dries and dies,
the holding hand becomes wet with tire and disappointment,
meanwhile, time paints its ever-spinning wheel, to perfection,

painter pumps his heartbeat into the dying bristles of his brush,
they stay alive, only to come close to death again,
unless the painter solves the puzzle of idea-less-ness soon,
painter looks around for inspiration,
the sky makes it even tougher for him,
by changing colors like a chameleon,

canvas still clean,
he is yet to begin his painting,
he looses all hope, convinced that he is out of ideas,
packing his color bottles and brushes,
he looks around for one more time,
we wonder what kind of inspiration is he seeking,
that the nature is unable to produce.

a sudden roar, ear shattering screech,
a little drop of water falls on his still empty canvas,
what inspiration he found in it we know not,
he unpacks everything in a jiffy, he knew he had very less time,
opens the lids of red, green, blue bottles,
splashes the colors onto the canvas,
and he smiles,
then roars in exultation,
we wonder what evil got into him in these few minutes,
that he spoils his canvas and then shouts in merriment.

and then a torrent of gusty rain poured down.

he moves away from the canvas,
shouting in joy, spreading his hands wide and taking the rain right through his soul,
his joy was enormous,
he went and looked at his canvas now,
controlling his joy, he grinned,
returning home without a painting would have been a big disappointment for him,
and for many,
happy that he managed to pull it off,
he packs everything and goes home.

he sends the painting, along with a little note, to kids at the orphanage he grew at,
the note read,

”  A Painting for you all,
From Mother,
with love.    “

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p.s: just like a follow-up for the above story, this picture was one of my posts a yesterday. In a way, it was my inspiration to write this story.

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A Story In 140 Characters – #1


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“Mother, mirror is too high. As always.”
“Mirror will say ‘you are adorable’, sweetheart. As always.”
“After i grow up?”
“Even then, baby.”

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This is a post for the weekly picture prompt at Succinctly Yours.

Every week there is a picture prompt along with an optional word prompt.
The challenge is to weave a story in less than 140 characters.

Character counter here : Design215 Character Counter 

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I found “Succinctly Yours” very challenging and i hope to try writing for the prompts every week.

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