Saturday, April 4, 2015

55wordstory - Season 3 - Theme 5 - Anguish

From @WickdWeirdWitch:

Everything was set. All she had to do was wait. He would come home, switch on the light and everything would be abuzz. She would then escape to her lover!

There was a power cut. Fire didn't alight.

She was in anguish about how to explain the 1-crore insurance policy taken out a week ago.

From @meetumeetu:

147 Kenyans killed in a university attack.
Afghan suicide bombing kills 17.
Farmer suicides.
Honest officers die. Corrupt politicians thrive.
Not to mention, micro news doesn't make it to papers - “2,057,839 hearts break today.”

“Tell me again”, looking at her swelling belly, he asked, “why are we bringing another person into this world?”

From @mMrunal:

"Don't you understand, she's using you for her own benefits?"
"I know but I still got some feelings etched deep inside me for her.""Well, then you've a choice now. Either me or her."While choosing between his ex and his best friend, he asked himself,"Will this emotional anguish of mine, be ever cured?"

55wordstory - Season 3 - Theme 4 - Fervent

From @sanchoagarwal:

Parsottam Yadav, fervent supporter of the Communist party, decided to shoot the visiting MLA. 
Hid himself in the field;
Was about to shoot when he heard a bell ringing.
Ran for his life ,the farmer, fearing he had been spotted.
Turns out it was Radha, the cow behind him.
Saved by the bell, I say!

From @WickdWeirdWitch:

A fervent whisper,
a hushed smile,
accidental touch,
twinkle in the eye,
a sly wink,
a blushing lass,
a footsie try,
a “oh, stop it” knowing look,
an appreciative glance,
a somehow-managed flying kiss,
a paper aero-plane bearing plans for the evening,
an affirmative acknowledgement!
Romance in the library is only for the passionate souls!

From @meetumeetu:

Mrs. and Mr. R worked together. It was a love angle. She loved him, he loved his work. She wanted him to talk to her. He would talk to her – about work, fervently. The more he did that, with equal passion, the missus wouldn't want it. She found a new love - her adorable baby.

From @PennyKinned:

She tossed and turned restlessly, with fervent dreams of spinning trees and jagged wind and broken moon. A moan of fear escaped her lips, jolting her out of her sleep. 

Elsewhere, a storm of celestial proportions tore the woods apart at night. Like a fever dream, it came on swiftly and went just as suddenly.

From @oxymoronic_me:

She looked at the farmer from above. She knew he wanted her. The land below his feet was draped in cracks of drought. She saw him pick the knife and slash his wrist. She had waited for this. She laughed at her power and lashed down, drenching him and the land below his dead body.

From @auspicee:

He was upset, feeling like a subject in this objective world. He had pissed of these transfers and friendless zones.

“To get a stable job seems filing an application for heaven.” He sighed and peered outside the window. He got numb with teary-eyed. There was a kid on wheelchair waving at everyone, laughing fervently, alive.

Thursday, April 2, 2015

55wordstory - Season 3 - Theme 3 - Bibliophile

From @debzworld:

From 1955-60 Amma was appointed as the Head Librarian of The Library of Alexandria. Our favourite campfire story. Converging at her funeral, from all around the world, our memories ebb and flow about our extraordinary grandmother, inhabiting a house twice as decrepit; last seen sitting stone cold clutching on to a tattered copy of Antigone.

From @The Humerus:

"You're in my good books, while you, right there, don't even deserve to be here. I clearly don't get what sort of tragedy brought you to this place!" She kept on mumbling for some time. "Hey bibliophile, talking to your imaginary books again?", her brother said as he entered the ward. She didn’t look up.

From @dude_macha:

She got out of the metro, took the 20 odd steps down to the ground level, and waited to cross the road. Over on the other side, past the hawkers perched on the street corner selling their cheap jewellery, through the passage between buildings and a few shops to the right lay her paradise. Blossoms.

From @WickdWeirdWitch:

As she was packed off to an old-age-home by her children, her life – "her books" were sent to the library. She cried hard, whether at the inhuman treatment at the hands of her children or for parting from her beloved books, no one would know.

On reaching the old-age-home, a gift awaited her – a kindle!

From @Psilosophy

His illusions of order were shattered. The quiet confidence that stemmed from the knowledge that he had what he wanted, no longer enveloped him. He thought his world was sorted; that his plans proceeded as imagined. All it took was one sentence, “George R R Martin confirms there won't be a new book coming out in 2015.”

From @meetumeetu:

She liked how the word sounded when said aloud, “bibliophile”. It had a texture of naughtiness about it. It allowed her to cheat on her lover without being unfaithful - an acceptable form of adultery. After all, she loved words more than stories, for what are books without words? Another word she loved - meta.

From @TheBigDowg:

Bibliophilia or bibliophilism is the love of books. Accordingly bibliophile is an individual who loves books. A bookworm(sometimes pejorative) is someone who loves books for their content, or who otherwise loves reading. The adjective form of the term is bibliophilic. A bibliophile may be, but is not necessarily, a book collector. Eg, Vivek Tejuja. 

From @auspicee:

She narrowed her eyes on his unconventional choice. Although it was only reason she fancied him. He was a quaint reader. He smelled papers like Gabrielle Zevin, he romanced like Waller’s Madison country, and he dusted off the life’s dissonance like Mitch Albom.  

“But seriously? A Librarian? Just because you want to save obsolete bookshelves.” 

From @vivekisms:

He hadn’t stepped out of his house in years. Words were all that he needed. Books lay everywhere, like forgotten children on a picnic. Half-opened, half-read, but there, breathing life into him. Watching every move of his. Silently. He spoke with them. Read them. Remembered them and then he was gone. Books wept for him. 

Wednesday, April 1, 2015

55 word story - Season 3 - Theme 2 - Hesitation

From @sourcasm:

"My infantry was surrounded by the enemy forces and without hesitation we open fired at them. This war was the mother of all wars and we won it. WE WON IT FOR OUR COUNTRY" he told all the other ghosts while floating over his burning body with his crying wife standing next to the pyre.

From @meetumeetu:

“Meow”, she prawls up to my flat as the milkman delivers. She eyes the packets for laps of her nectar.

We race to the milk. She wonders if a pounce could still work. I pause, "should I claim my superiority, and shoo her anyway?”

That's our “good morning” everyday; with hesitation.

From @lucidillusions_:

He dreamt of that day once again. Their faces next to each other as they felt the others breath on their lips. They hesitated for a second and then walked away.

He remembered and regretted the day for rest of his life. He decided to change it as he finished tinkering with the time machine.

From @hinnaz:

“This seat taken? “
“That could change“
“Come here often?”
“Give me company?”
"Stranger danger”
“Could be changed”
“I’d want that?”
“We're still here right?”
“Am I interested?”
“Your eyes say otherwise”
“I need another drink”
"Finish your first one”
"This is all you”
“You owe them money”
“The bar”
“For me”

From @auspicee:

That deep intimacy of eyes, flickering smiles and flirting of heartbeats. There wasn't blabbering but reflective silence fondling on their lips and here I was being left on floor, half-dead, relinquished. Love overpowered me again.

I, hesitation wandering for a heart who is naive, afraid of consequences before celebrating love. Their stupidity is my existence.

From @arpithadesai:

Amidst the wedding cards, clothes, invitations and all the chatter and laughter of relatives, she tip-toed into the balcony and dialled the number she would never forget. She took a deep breath when she heard his hoarse 'hello' on the other end.

'I am getting married', she said in a shaky voice.

*line goes dead*

From @vivekisms:

I see you almost every single day. I know that maybe even you look at me. I actually do not know that. I hope you do though. I think of you sometimes. The way you held out the elevator door for me. I think twice, but I want to know. I reach for your doorbell.

From @cortevez:

After a great deal of hesitation , John decided to go through Bibliophiles 55 word story and found less number of entries. He searched for his smartphone and glanced it. He called Jerry to tell about the pathetic situation of the Bibliophiles. Jerry replied that there will be a great change in the forthcoming days.