Running dry

 

PHOTO PROMPT Copyright -B. W. Beacham

PHOTO PROMPT Copyright -B. W. Beacham

 

“Why is the river dry?” asked my best friend when i was showing him my native-town. It had been a long time since he had visited here and i could see that he was shocked.

“Well u know..because..” i tried to hide off my now apparent sadness.

“Because what?”  he asked. Determination was adamant in his voice. I knew i couldn’t escape.

“Because of the company!”

“Which?”

I hesitated a little , i didn’t know how to put it.

“Yours” i said , guilt with a mixture of anger  obvious in my voice.

 

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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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Found You!

Memories stir,

Creating colors of naked joy

On the canvas of my mind.

 

Precious moments dazzle 

Bright like the sun,

Your eyes in mine.

 

You , a lost soul 

Looking after mine

So tenderly.

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Darkness descends,

Years of waiting

Lost in hope

 

Memories revisited

Moments relived

The hope always hungry.

 

And suddenly ,

 

My best friend ,

Found

Deep in the recess ,

With my soul

United after soooo long.

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I couldn’t resist writing 66 words in 2 short poems of 33 each. I stared at the challenge and i knew suddenly that i had to break the rule , 33 were way too less!! I have found my long lost friend , my best friend , my first friend. I had to make an exception and here it is!

Manasa , this one is for you.

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A Heavy heart

Darkness pops up in the bizarre of times , unexpected.

A heavy heart dwindles upon the news , shattered.

Memories flash , lessons learnt , friendship forged.

Poised assurance looms , abandoned.

Come back , magnified.

 

Love ,

Nitin Nadig

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The Fight: Sunday Photo Fiction

Sunday Photo Fiction is a weekly Flash Fiction prompt based on the photo supplied below. If you wish to take part, the idea is to write a piece of fiction of around 100-200 words . You can find the details here.

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“The King’s Fallen , run for your lives ” echoed the streets of Greithen , the once fabled kingdom.

Ser Friest , Ser Davouse and Ser Witemintes looked at each other , they were the only Knights left alive. Bruised and blooded they knew they couldn’t fight for long and escape wasn’t an option.

It was futile to kill all these small soldier , they made death look like a play.

They were noble but unyielding. And they had decided to fight.

Three people against an army? Well they were Knights. They gave their back against each other and stood harder than the ground.

The Salt King as they called him , watched them fight. His best soldiers didn’t stand a chance against them. As it turned out nor did his Knights.

They fought till their strength faded. Ser Witemintes fell first. He had killed more than The king could keep count.

A day after both the Knights fell , the land was drowning in the blood they had spilled.

The King was too dumbstruck by their bravery…..

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1500 years later there were the images of three unknown Knights on a stained Glass window in a town called Dover.

Coincidence? 

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The Tree : Friday Fictioneers

Write a one hundred word story that has a beginning, middle and end. (No one will be ostracized for going a few words over the count.) You can find the details of it here.

Friday Fictioneers

Copyright -Randy Mazie

It was a long day for it. Standing for the entire day isn’t an easy task and it never gets more easier when you have to stand for your entire life.

He had been watching all the people walking by , staring at something behind him. They would come with a mischievous smile, see something behind him and walk off. Of course some paused to admire the flower touching him. He had watched it transform from small buds to beautiful pink flowers. He enjoyed their smell too.

It was several days later he decided to see what was behind him.

Determination was a part him.

Of course the strong wind helped him that day.

It was only for a fraction of second that he could turn without hurting his old neck.

What he saw or what he think he saw made him angry. Nothing in the world would justify for the insult.

No Treepassing”  hurt him for the rest of his days.

He never looked back.

The view : Friday Fictioneers

Friday Fictioneers

Copyright -Ted Strutz

Friday Fictioneers Challenge : Write a one hundred word story that has a beginning, middle and end. (No one will be ostracized for going a few words over the count.) You can find the details of the challenge here.)

 

 

“How do you like the view?” asked the man in front of me.

“Well , i appreciate the beauty” said i looking outside the window at the magnificent hills.

He smiled and stared at the river. He never once stopped looking at the river. Curiosity always got the better of me.

“Why are you looking at the river and no where else?”

” I owe everything to the river , i won a poetry prize because of that” said the man with nostalgia in his voice.

” Oh that’s great , which prize was that?”

” My poem Ode to the river won….

“Oh my god!! you are not Anthony , are you?”

“Well, as a matter of fact i am”

“You remember me? Parvathi!! back from your high school days.”

He now owes a friend to the river too. 😛