Soar High

72-08-august-10th-2014

 

Dana looked at the sky and however hard she tried, her eyes were transfixed there.

Four mighty majestic birds owned the sky creating patterns that made her spirit strong. As they maneuvered along the sky chasing each other and falling back, she felt a strange sense of feelings chase her own heart.

Little Dana looked at her brother who was watching them as well and wondered if even he felt what she was going through.

As the birds soared higher than her eyes could see and came down one last time she knew it had captured her spirit.

She knew she wanted to be the ones who flew them. She wondered what they called them.

Little did she knew she would be the first woman pilot to fly a fighter plane.

 

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Weather Vane

61-05-may-25th-2014

 

“Commander Pilette ,  we are near”

“Folks , the day has come for freedom. Today we break free from the clutches of our Mad Queen and fly to a new land”

“Lieutenant Dfare , gather all our fellow friends and send word to the Grey Pigeons that we are on our way”

“Yes sir ”

“And Dfare , which direction was the Weather Vane pointing to when we flew past it ?”

“South Sir.”

“SHIT!! This is going to be awkward, i am gonna announce that you made a mistake”

“But why sir?”

“The new land’s North , my boy”

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Pieces

59-05-may-11th-2014

 

“Why did you cut the statue father sent me?”

“I can’t answer you honestly dear , so i am not gonna answer at all!”

“Why?? You think i don’t have the right to know?”

“You do , but i don’t have the courage to tell it..”

“Speak the truth!”

“You father is a cruel man , he sent the statue of Lady Cintedarell , the woman i loved before they brutally killed her. The statue remainds me of her pain , her love for me and i couldn’t see her whole. I couldn’t destroy it because your father had commanded that it shouldn’t destroyed. I had no choice,  i cut it into pieces.”

“My sorry…I didn’t know that.”

“Don’t be. We are but a captive of our own sorrow.”

 

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The Waste

You can find the details of the challenge here.

58-05-may-4th-2014

 

When the Bali Family wanted to shift their small house they called upon a cheap lorry to transport their items.

After a long day and about 7 trips it was done.

Silvander Singh , the lorry driver was a proud and a good man.

When the Bali Family told him that he could carry the old and the waste items with him , he was a happy man.

After all the scrap dealer was his friend.

 

Ten days later

 

Searching the Bali Family turned out to be a difficult task , they had just disappeared.

Silvander had waited for too long.

Waste had turned his luck.

He went to find a Goldsmith.

 

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The Gift

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He loved her. That much was clear to him now.

He took a deep breath , waited for inspiration to flood him and took another to let out his doubt. He could do it , he had to.

All he had in front of him was a sea shell and some pebbles. The sea shell represented his memories and the pebbles , his pebbles of love.

 

It came , the need to gift his love , something special , something creative.

He was awake the whole night working on it , trying to paint on the shell , trying to tell the world that he had to do it , to convince himself he was special.

The paint spilt on his shirt , that didn’t bother him.The glue started a mild rash on his hands , that didn’t stop him.

 

It was ready in the morning , the delicate structure of love.

His gift.

To her.

His heart.

To her.

 

As he stood in front of the mirror he couldn’t but help notice it , the He was now Me.

 

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The Homage

54-04-april-6th-2014

 

 

He rested there, a lone soul in waiting.

There wasn’t a single person in town who didn’t like him.

And so when he died the entire town flocked to attend the prayers. They remembered him as a man with a character of steel, who never refused to help, listened to problems, gave advices and more importantly as a man who lived and died by his own ideals.

 The Legend goes that after everyone left even the trees honoured him.

 

 

 

Nature

Every week on a Sunday, a new photo is used as a prompt for Flash Fiction challenge using around 200 words based on the photo given. Your piece does not have to be exactly what the item in the photo is, you can make it anything you want, and enjoy what you write, and we will as well.You can participate here.

50-03-march-9th-2014

 

 

“Mark…Mark….?”

“Oh.. Hi Kathy , i was bit lost there , how are you?”

“I was actually worried about you. I am fine. Why are you standing here from the past three hours staring at the picture on the wall?”

“Because i have never seen anything more beautiful than this.”

“Well what’s this , a snapshot of nature?”

“It’s more than that actually. Listen i am gonna try and explain , i have been lost in this beauty. Do you see the reflection of the tree over , the synchronicity of their being , as if they are greeting each other from different words. Look at the water , so tranquil as if helping the tree serve a higher purpose. The wonder of creation , a creation’s wonder.”

“Well mark i do appreciate the beauty but i do not understand your words. It’s so weird.”

“I didn’t expect you to understand Kathy, did you notice the a flower there , a tiny beautiful white soul?”

“Well yes…”

“You seem like that to me , standing at a site of nature’s perfection , being a part of it yet ignorant of that beauty.”

“Mark?”

“Oh well come on let’s go , i know what i want to be in the future.”

“What?”

“Well , a photographer.”

 

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