It’s a summer thing- Thursday Photo Prompt

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It is a starry night and we walk hand in hand on the beach. I steal a glance at her realizing that from tomorrow I won’t be seeing that child like innocent face, that smile so mesmerizing that even heaven couldn’t match it’s beauty, those eyes which say everything tacit, those hair I can spend my life running my fingers through them.

“What?”

“Nothing just looking at you”

Her cheeks turn red and she hits me playfully on my arm.

“Why can’t we call each other or share mails or letters or I can come to your place, whatever you like? Please don’t do this I don’t want to ruin something so beautiful. We are perfect together”

“Because if we are meant to be together then we will meet next year at the same place looking for each other and if you don’t show up or I don’t we both will know this was just a summer fling”

“You are complicated and this is not fair”

……

It’s been a year and I saunter at the same place looking for her, praying to all the Gods I know that it was not a fling and that it meant the same to her as it did to me.

After hours of strolling and losing all hopes I finally found her. My eyes shine and my lips curve into a smile. I haven’t been this happy in a long time. She runs towards me and I take my home in my arms.

 

Written for  Thursday photo prompt – Horizon #writephoto

Thursday photo prompt – Horizon #writephoto

(Starry night landscape a magnum opus by Vincent Van Gogh) 

P.S- Please read and share your thoughts. Feel free to point out any mistakes.

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Passion-FFfAW

photo-20170306154630013“Have you ever felt so passionate about something that it doesn’t let you sleep? Every time you talk about it your eyes have that shine like you came into this world for doing only that. Like it’s the soul purpose of your existence?”

“You know what Crystal? Sometimes I just don’t get you.You sound so dreamy.It’s like you live in some metaphorical world.”

Crystal kept staring at the piano like it was her lost love which she got back after a decade of wait.

She knew even her mom could never understand her love for music and how it took her to her neverland.

Written for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. Thank you Mike Vore for this photo prompt. 

P.S – Please read my story and share your thoughts in the comment section. Feel free to point out any mistake and help me improve. 

New Comer – FFftAW

Thank you so much Priceless Joy for hosting Flash Fiction for the Aspiring Writers.Read my story and please share your thoughts about it in the comment section.

P.S- Feel free to point out any mistake and help me improve.

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“Oh what the fuck Luci not again, I just cleaned the floor.”

“Mooo…”

“Oh don’t you moo at me now. Don’t you dare moo at me”

Sophie cleaned the ranch again. She hated working there but this was her family. After her parents died in a car accident this was all she was left with.

Last year she met a guy named Julio but it didn’t work out as she found out that he was married and was a notorious philanderer. Unlike humans animals understood her. They never hurt her.

She was feeding the horses when she heard the door of the ranch screeching open.

She turned and looked at a very handsome man entering with a German Shepherd.

“Hello I’m new here. Is it possible for you to keep my dog for few hours as I go searching for a job.” –man said in a foreign accent.

Sophie instantly started judging him. She tried her best to put her guards on but his looks, Oh his looks and that accent was driving her crazy.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Tiny Droplets-Friday Fictioneers

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©Rochelle Wisoff

Listening to the sound of waves as they touched my feet, I wish I could chase them. I wish I could hold water in my hands without dropping it.

Is it just me or does everyone else gets amazed by the nature and how it is so alluring and just incredibly beautiful?

When I thought I had seen all of it and embraced it. When I thought it couldn’t get any more breathtaking…

I tilted my face towards the clouds covering the sky. Tiny droplets touched my face and felt like they washed away every sin I had ever done.

(100 words)

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This story is written for the Friday Fictioneers, a writing challenge hosted by  Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.
The task of the challenge is to write a story: beginning, middle, and end, in 100 words or less. Please read and share your thoughts about my story in the comment section.

P.S-Feel free to point out any mistake you find and help me improve. 🙂

Dream – Sunday Photo Fiction

Sunday Photo Fiction is a weekly challenge presented by Al Forbes.
The idea is to write a short story (200 word max) inspired by what you see in the picture.
Please read, like and share your views about my story in the comments.
Click on this link to enter your tale, and to see what others have written.

193-02-february-26th-2017©Al Forbes

The music was very loud. They were dancing to the beats, matching each and every beat with their moves. He held her from her waist and pulled her closer.

Her cheeks immediately turned red, she could feel butterflies in her stomach.

He whispered in her ears- “You know you look so pretty in this dress.”

She could feel her heart beating fast in her chest .She looked into his eyes and smiled. He tucked the hair falling on her face behind her ear.

“God you are like an angel. My angel I love you so much.” – He said and leaned. She could now feel his breath on her face. She closed her eyes and waited for his lips to touch hers.

“Wake up Kiara, I told you not to have so many vodkas. When will you start listening to me? You always pass out on couch and I have to carry you to your home.” –John said shaking her fiercely.

Kiara opened her eyes.

“Another dream I can’t believe this. Will you ever tell him how you feel about him? No just keep being a gauche.” –Kiara thought.

“What are you thinking now?” –John asked.

“Nothing let’s go.” –She said.

(200 words)

Home- Friday Fictioneers

Every Wednesday we get a new picture prompt for the Friday Fictioneers, a writing challenge graciously hosted by  Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.
The task of the challenge is to write a story: beginning, middle, and end, in 100 words or less. Please read, comment, and if you like, join the fun.january-snowfall-nighttime

It was the first time I saw snow. The place was unknown yet it felt familiar. It felt like I always belonged there.

“Isn’t this beautiful? Have you been to any place more divine than this?” – I asked Raghav.

He looked into my eyes for few seconds and answered – “My home is more beautiful than this.”

“Oh where is it?” – I asked curiously.

“You are it” – Raghav said.

It was the place or his words, I am not sure but everything felt just perfect. As if I was always waiting for this. Even I found my “Home”.

Whisper – Friday Fictioneers

 

Every Wednesday we get a new picture prompt for the Friday Fictioneers, a writing challenge graciously hosted by  Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.
The task of the challenge is to write a story: beginning, middle, and end, in 100 words or less. You can find all the Fictioneers’ stories when you click on the Froggy. Please read, comment, and if you like, join the fun. Everyone is welcome.broken-face-liz

Claire woke up to the sound of doorbell. She still felt wobbly from the drinks she had earlier that night. She walked to the door and opened it, only to find out that there was no one outside.

As she was about to close the door, her eyes went down and she couldn’t believe what she saw

“But I threw it away… How can this be possible..”

Suddenly wind blew her hair off her face and she saw a blurry figure of a woman and heard a whisper…

“Don’t throw your garbage in front of my tree”

 

 

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