किसी मशहूर शायर ने कहा
“मैं भी मुंह में जबान रखता हूँ
कोई पूछे की माजरा क्या है.”
सब हैं अपनी सुनाने को बेताब यहाँ
किससे पूछे कोई कि माजरा है क्या
अपने गम से ही सब है मारे हुए
तेरे गम की खबर रखे कोई क्या
रोजी रोटी की खातिर बस गए सब यहाँ और वहां
किसी को किसी का आसरा है क्या
भूले बिसरे जो याद करले कोई
उसीका शुक्रिया कर शिकवा करना क्या
Six Word Story Challenge: Retrospect
My Story In Six Words
‘ Enjoyed annual quota of children’s visit.’
Five Sentence Fiction – Determination
In his haste to get away from the shooter , the deer ran madly up the mountain without thinking where he was going.
Suddenly he found himself on the edge , where he could neither go forward nor come back as there was no space to turn around.
He panicked as now he was an easy target but very much determined not to show his fear, just waiting for the next move of the shooter.
He was not to know that the shooter wanted to shoot him not with the gun but with the camera.
The shooter looked at the brave soul , focused the camera, clicked and turned back reluctantly, knowing well that any attempt to help may frighten the poor creature.
FRIDAY FICTIONEERS.– 100 words story challenge by rochellewisoff
Grandmother was pushing the wheelchair , her five-year old grandson, sitting on it , was enjoying the ride looking around watching everything with keen interest. He was always full of questions.
‘Why these shopping carts are lying there in the water grandma?’ he inquired.
‘ Perhaps they are damaged dear’ she replied.
‘ They will rust in the water. Will they be thrown away? ‘ he was worried.
‘ No dear,metals are either repaired or recycled.’
‘What is recycling?’
‘ They will be melted and made new.’
‘O grandma, why couldn’t doctors get both of us recycled’ , grandson chuckled mischievously, ‘you will become young and I’ll get my legs back.’
Five Sentence Fiction – Malice
He looked around the room with satisfaction, perfect with soft music, dim lights and a red heart shaped seat between I and U, to show her there were no hard feelings in spite of the separation they agreed mutually though he couldn’t suppress a mischievous laugh.
She arrived on time, looked around, saw the arrangements and responded to his invitation for a last dance.
Then slowly he steered her towards the seat and was just about to make her sit, she quickly switched their position and forced him on the seat.
Taken by surprise he could not respond and went down the hole with the seat.
She stepped back looking at the gap and smiled scornfully as if all those year living with him had not taught her enough about him.
©2013 indira mukhopadhyay
Friday Fictioneers–given by
They were coming back from a week-long holiday, which he could not enjoy due to work pressure back at office. But to please her he had to go.
‘Why you are always in a hurry? Why don’t you enjoy the ride?’
He retorted We have enjoyed enough’
‘Hey! just stop , I have to take a photograph’
‘No way, I have to attend an important meeting ‘
‘I have to reach there faaaaaaaaaaaaatst—————-
‘I wish you had listened to me. Now we have nowhere to go and no one to meet.’
( This is my first attempt at Friday fictioneers, hope the message is clear.)
On my way to morning walk
I met a centipede
walking leisurely in the park
I asked him
“Which foot you move first”
He stopped in his way
Thought but could not decide
I moved on
leaving him there
Searching for an answer.
While coming back
I saw it still there ,
Scratching its head
I asked it what is the matter dear
I was walking before without doubt and confusion
Now I cannot decide
Which foot to move first
And this is the cause
Of my strife.
It eyed me with disgust and said
Can not take a right move themselves
but are busy in creating
A lot of tensions
in others life.”
cartoon by Somkritya ( Soma Mukherjee)