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Copyright – Adam Ickes
Sunny, whose both feet had been amputated when he was four years old has long back accepted his disability and tried to be always happy lest grandma becomes sad, suddenly requested his grandma’ I want shoes! ‘
Grandma, who was taking him for a ride in his wheelchair, looked sadly at him.
‘ Don’t look so sad dear, I want them for my best friend, he cannot buy shoes and cannot play without them.’
Grandma was touched. She lovingly showered blessings on him.
He laughed, ‘ One day, with your blessings I am going to climb Mount Everest.’
Raindrops
Weekend Writing Prompt #51 – Raindrops
Word Prompt- Raindrops
Photo Prompt
Thanks, Sammi for the prompts.
Challenge
Prose Challenge – Write a story on any theme, with an upper limit of 250 words, set in the rain.
Poetry Challenge – Write an acrostic poem, where the first letter of each line spells “Raindrops” as it is read from top to bottom.
I was watching raindrops falling on the tree leaves and sliding down on the floor playing sliding game as we used to do in our childhood.
We siblings used to drench in the rains requesting mother to make hot pakoras and tea.
She did, after scolding for dirtying the house with mud but the fun digested everything.
Though growing up had taken such fun away, but we had our share of fun.
So calming down and enjoying the bicker of rain against the glass window is still so much fun.
The first shower of the monsoon made me nostalgic.
I went out to get some fun and get drenched as I did in the childhood.
My neighbors, hearing me sneezing hard and shivering poured advises, like what I should do and what should I take.
Someone brought black pepper Rasam, the best cure for the cold, while the other one ginger tea. They did not rest until they made me change my wet clothes and wrapped me in the blanket.
They started telling each other all sorts of stories about how a simple cold can cause pneumonia or some other dangerous disease if not treated properly and one even recited how her distant relative died after suffering from a simple looking cough and cold.
Between all this hullabaloo one thing became clear that everyone is a doctor of some sort and my neighbors loved and cared for me, and am not a lonely and abandoned person in this world.
Tearjerker Episode
Sink full of dirty pots.
The dry spell from the tap.
tear-jerker episode.
SINKING
The sink full of dirty pots is staring at me.
Helping hand didn’t turn up, as usual, my heart is sinking.
I forgot mother’s teaching, ‘to hell…’, sometimes cuss words are so relieving.
A Month of Mini Writing Challenges 2017- Day 28
A Month of Mini Writing Challenges 2017- Day 28
Write a story in less than 100 words that open with, “There once was a castle…”
There once was a castle, standing in its full glory serving its masters, witnessing many battles. Masters came and gone, seasons came and gone but it was unaffected hiding in its womb many secrets about its masters like a loyal servant.
It witnessed hanging and burning of people in the pretext of practicing witchcraft till one queen ended all this.
Some believed witchcraft was an important religious, cultural as well as political issue and for vendetta or greed at local and national level.
The castle must have felt ashamed for the cruelty of its masters.
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A Month of Mini Writing Challenges 2017- Day 25
A Month of Mini Writing Challenges 2017- Day 25
Write a story in 75 words or less about an encounter with a stranger.
‘The stranger was asking me, ‘what shall I do now?’
‘You should know, why ask me?
‘It’s your dream, you should know. You might have seen me somewhere.’
‘No I haven’t get lost.’
‘’For that, you’ll have to wake up from your sleep.’ See the impudence, he was smiling.
Irritated I pushed him and got a hard slap in return.
My sister was shaking me, ‘why did you push me off the bed, you idiot’.
I opened the door as soon as the doorbell rang.
A stranger was standing there.
‘Why did you open the door without asking? You should see from the peephole first.’
‘I was expecting the pizza boy’, I mumbled as if giving an excuse.
I was irritated,’ strangers shouldn’t come knocking on the door.’
‘I’m your new neighbor, next time don’t open the door without inquiring.’
I was feeling like an idiot.
A Month of Mini Writing Challenges 2017- Day 22
A Month of Mini Writing Challenges 2017- Day 22
Write a 50 word story that includes the words: expedition, rainforest, discovery
An expedition to the Amazon rainforest is my ultimate dream.
My knowledge of it is just limited to few TV channels like the Discovery Channel etc.and attraction?
More species of plants and animals and many kinds of monkeys and very colorful parrots than any other ecosystem on the planet.
A Month of Mini Writing Challenges 2017- Day 21
A Month of Mini Writing Challenges 2017-Day 21
Write a story in 25 words or less about a book.
A book is not just a book if it teaches you about friendship, love, and mysteries of life. It becomes a solace.
Books were my companion, my teacher, my solace. They taught me about the mysteries of love and life.
A Month of Mini Writing Challenges 2017- Fiction
A Month of Mini Writing Challenges 2017
You’re on your way to work and a new, strange-looking shop has opened overnight. You are drawn to it and go in but what – or who – is inside? Tell us in less than 100 words.
A blood-red painted shop with a signboard in white ‘KILLING IS FUN, JOIN IN’ was strange enough for me to enter the shop. It was full of various kinds of Mannequins.
The receptionist, with a counter full of knives, invited,’ choose any knife, put the face of the one you want to kill on any mannequin and stab as much you like, you’ll feel light-hearted.’
My obvious choice was my rude boss.
I stabbed it to my heart’s content.
Delighted, I turned and noticed my boss entering the shop.
His face was still intact on the mannequin.
(98 words)
A Month of Mini Writing Challenges 2017 Day 17- Memory
A Month of Mini Writing Challenges 2017 Day 17- Write a 50-word story on the theme of memory.
A middle-aged with his wife was at the door, ‘remember?’
I didn’t want to embarrass him, ‘ O yap!
He understood, ‘ you don’t silly! admit it. I am’ X’, your college mate.’
Now I remembered. How much can one change in 25 years?
“See! It wasn’t my fault’, my memory chided.
( Sorry it’s 52 words.)
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