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End of Dispute

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Blogging 101,Day Nine- Get inspired from the neighbor

I was going through Friday Fictioneers hosted by- https://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com for 100 words fiction stories.  I was inspired by lingeringvisions, and taking a cue from her I wrote this story.

Friday Fictioneers: What Race are You? “I am Green” said the Moth.

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PHOTO PROMPT - © Madison Woods

PHOTO PROMPT – © Madison Woods

 

End of Dispute

The green moth was  hurt, ‘What do you mean by which race?’ aren’t we both moths.’

The other one said-‘ No, Everyone has a race to be proud of.’

Seeing the moths fighting to prove their superiority,

the on looking bird intervened.

‘Stop fighting you, two morons!

‘A moth is a moth is a moth.

Colour or race makes no difference.’

‘Sit side by side and let me inspect closely and decide which one is from a better race.

They did.

The bird gobbled them up, smacked its beak and said ‘ you both are fools but delicious, no doubt.’

 

 

Friday Fictioneers- Arundhati

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PHOTO PROMPT -© Madison Woods

PHOTO PROMPT -© Madison Woods

Non- Fiction

Word count-102

Arundhati

Arundhati, my niece, was a full moon, radiant, lively, energetic, making everyone smile.

‘Repeat what I say’ she ordered, ‘Happy Birthday to you.’

I repeated.

‘Next time I’m not going to remind you.’

‘I’ll remember’ I promised.

Then dark clouds covered the moon.

By the time it was detected, not much time was left.

She was not to give in easily and fought till the end.

She never complained of after effects of the painful treatment.

She left without giving me the chance to fulfil my promise.

Her smiling face peeps through the dark clouds.

‘Cheater’, I whisper, ‘but I love you.’

( My tribute to Arundhati, my niece – the Hindu goddess of the sky, stars and night time)

Friday Fictioneers- 31 July 2015- Turmoil

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I’m late for this FF challenge hosted by rochellewisofffields, collections are closed so not bothering for the words count.

PHOTO PROMPT © G.L. MacMillan.

PHOTO PROMPT © G.L. MacMillan.

Fiction

Turmoil

 

His complaint was that no one understands him. He only tries to make people aware of fake god-men, healers, who can give Talisman, Mantras and claimed cure for every ailment. Even his wife was visiting many religious places in vain, for a child. All his pleading to adopt a child failed.

“I want a child of our own blood.” she would say.

Slowly he stopped preaching and drowned himself in alcohol. Pile of bottles was the clear sign of his inner turmoil. His argument was, “I come to everyone’s level after drinking only.”

I tried to intervene. Tried to make her wife to be reasonable but she said ‘ It’s our family matter, keep away from it.”

Can I do anything? But dammit, he is my brother.

 

Friday Fictioneers-Humanity Disgraced

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PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

Word count- 100

HUMANITY DISGRACED

When the land scam was exposed, all associated scammers  panicked. They were thinking of new schemes to save themselves. A huge fire broke out in the building where the files of their misdeeds were kept. The fire burned all the files but surprisingly bigwigs and their staff escaped. It was too big a coincidence, unbelievable, but the investigating committee ruled out the sabotage angle. When the price is right everything can be settled. The disheartening part was their indifference for the few innocent people, who were trapped inside and died, ‘In an overpopulated country a few less make no difference.’

Friday Fictioneers- Nostalgia

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PHOTO PROMPT – © Jennifer Pendergast

99 words

Nostalgia

Trains always remind me of my very affectionate 6 years old brother, (suffering from Down’s syndrome), how he loved to play train. He himself would become an engine, tie me and brother with a rope and try to pull us. The moment he whistled we would go in a different direction making it difficult for him.

He will argue ‘bogies should go with the engine.’

‘And engine should go with the driver and driver should go with the passengers’ we will chide.

The end was always a mock fight with we huddled kicking each other until mother’s intervention.

Only memories remain.

 

Friday Fictioneers- Dharavi Rocks

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PHOTO PROMPT ©David Stewart

PHOTO PROMPT ©David Stewart

100 words

Dharavi Rocks

Who would have thought that a bunch of underprivileged rag picker slum dwellers, who always sighed when they saw pictures of famous musicians playing with their costly instruments, ‘Can we ever have these instruments?’, Will form a band of their own with the instruments made from the junk like drum barrels, paint buckets, metal lids, wooden crate and sticks which they collected for recycling?.

With hard work, persistence and help from Dharavi’s music band, they not only came up with a music band which is vibrant, entertaining but inspire and encourage other schoolchildren to start their own junk bands.

100

Friday Fictioneers- 20 March2015/Folly

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Friday Fictioneers-20 March 2015

© Copyright - Rachel Bjerke

© Copyright – Rachel Bjerke

Word count-100

Horror

FOLLY

The moss ridden place, complete with a wishing fountain attracted her. Human-like moss structures were watching her. She looked in the water and said’ I wish I could live here forever.’

Suddenly the place came alive by the sound ‘ Welcome to the moss land dear, now you have become one of us.’ Moss structures came near surrounding her.

She panicked ‘ Who are you?’

‘We are idiots like you who make all kinds of weird wishes.’

The moss started growing on her feet. Screaming with horror she tried to scratch it away but it started growing on her rapidly.

Friday Fictioneers- 6March2015- CONTRADICTION

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PHOTO PROMPT - © Erin Leary

PHOTO PROMPT – © Erin Leary

 

CONTRADICTION

All poisonous thoughts of revenge are mushrooming in my head.

When I confessed this to my pastor, he gave a lecture on forgiveness and peace of my own mind. He explained further that If one is always burning with hatred and vengeance, it is definitely harmful for self, mentally and physically.

‘But I beg to defer’, I argue, ‘I think unconditional forgiveness tantamount to Acceptance of wrong doings. How can my soul be peaceful if I surrender meekly?

NOTHING CAN BE MORE PATHETIC and DISTURBING to me if I have to REPENT throughout my life having FORGIVEN an UNDESERVING ONE.

 

Friday Fictioneers- 30 Jan.2015- Lie

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Friday Fictioneers- 30 Jan.2015

PHOTO PROMPT - Copyright Ted Strutz

PHOTO PROMPT – Copyright Ted Strutz

LIE

My brain fuse was blown off the moment I saw his medical report.

My dearest friend, so young, so disciplined, so pure hearted, perfect, always ready to help others, has just 6 more months to live.

‘There may be some mistake’

No it’s true, he started crying bitterly.

I fumbled with all the switches in my brain to cheer him and me.

‘What a coincident!’ I started laughing,’ I too am diagnosed with it and have 5 more months to live.

He forgot about his illness. ‘So what shall we do?’

‘Just enjoy life, go for world tour or whatever we can afford.’

He smiled; ‘Okay I’m going to make arrangements.’

Small lie to cheer someone a sin?

 

 

Friday Fictioneers-Cursed

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Copyright – Dawn Q. Landau

Word Count-100

CURSED

She is on a self-imposed exile.

I watch her taking long walks all alone.

Singing ‘I’m cursed to be alone’.

I tried to be friendly with her but she declined.

She said that she is cursed and everyone she will love or become friendly will die or go away.

She recalls.

The first time she cried when her husband died suddenly, then one by one her dear ones died in a procession. Slowly her tears dried. Her eyes were like the Dead Sea.  Now no one’s death moves her. There are no tears left in her eyes.

She prefers a lonely life.

( This based on the story of someone I know)

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