(I couldn't write for the last two days and I cover this up now) Fiction: Ever heard the wind? Its a constant wheezing sound. You never realize wind can sound like this. Standing near the edge, waiting for his turn to bungee jump, the wind was all she could hear. Her friends all around her … Continue reading #20 Leaping
Fiction: Oh look at that walk. If it wasn't coming my way then it would have been really sexy. And deadly as hell. The tigress smiled. She knew the deer. She knew he always did that. That is why she never hunted him. That is why she always let him go. There he is. Just … Continue reading #19 Opposites
( Cliché Clichés become clichés for a reason. Tell us about the last time a bird in the hand was worth two in the bush for you.) Fiction: Please say something other than murdering them. Let's murder them. Oh god it was always like that. No other solution gave a permanent answer to the problem.Its … Continue reading #18 Murder
Fiction: The thing about novels is that they are full of characters. And the central character, the one who you root for, one whose love stories swell your heart and one whose death leaves you depraved is mostly one you can identify with. All the central characters are like that. They always make the reader … Continue reading #17 Like The Character
Fiction: Dressing up to be the best. The Elfins always love Christmas. Because at this time of the year, their family did their very best. They cleaned their house, neatly arranged their wardrobes. Wore their best clothes. Mother Elfin wore make-up. Did her hair properly. Very stylish and chic. Holidays always brought back her impulses … Continue reading #16 Season’s Beauties
Yellow Away with the colors of Hanukkah, Christmas, and Kwanzaa. Show us what “yellow” means to you. Thanks For Reading Itsmayurremember
( Secret Santa You get to choose one gift — no price restrictions — for any person you want. The caveat? You have to give it anonymously. What gift would you give, and to whom?) Fiction: It is Christmas. The happiest times of the year. Lights everywhere. People gathering together, in their loved ones homes. … Continue reading #15 Secret Santa
Fiction: When a crowd of about hundred sit awaiting to absorb every spoken word, it is really easy. All it takes is a word to motivate them. Some more words, meticulously chosen to elevate the sociopath to serial killer. She did that. Chased the killers. She came to the stage. She only losers in front … Continue reading #14 Motivation
Fiction: December is always tough. Not because its the end of the year or because its the most expensive month of the year. Its because it is so cold. Yes that was the only concern of the homeless. With so many people helping out, giving the homeless food and blankets to keep themselves warm. But … Continue reading #13 Its The Holidays
Fiction in less than ten sentences: On a really bad day, sometimes you just need a smile. A smile which says there are things to be happy for. Even if that thing is air which being elusive to grab in hand. Or a toy which you are too young to play with, yet it tastes … Continue reading #12 On a really Bad Day
Fiction: Being an painter sucks. No one pays. Everyone takes your talent for granted. Everyone asks you what you do for a living. And people think that it is easy. No one realizes that art needs inspiration, but that should be something worth painting. He sat on marine drive. Offered couples to get their sketch … Continue reading #11 Paint The Picture
Fiction: She hated the cafe. It was so full of people. People with great lives, affluent jobs and loving partners. Sometimes they come in with their children. Children were the worse. She wanted children. But none of her boyfriends wanted to have one with her. They all cheated on her. And she knew she had … Continue reading #10 Depression.com
Fiction: He could feel the pressure emitting from her. Her shoulders shook a bit. She walked with hands hugging her body, head down and frowning. He knew as she walked towards him that something was very wrong. More than usual. More than the everyday upsets. She talked. Told him about her blasted interview. The interview … Continue reading #9 Letting It Go
Fiction: He lay gasping for breath. Water kept dripping from his face, hair all wet and stuck to his face. Cold ice water that rolled down on his bidy, his back, sending shivers across his body. Making it more difficult to breathe. And they started their inquisition again. Gathering their information which will be filtered … Continue reading #8 Betrayal
Fiction: What's the name? Crude?! That's messed up. What's your story? You fell. Okay. Next. What's your name? Sophi. You are awfully young. Your story? Female foeticide. Stupid! What's wrong with this world. That world, she corrected himself. That world. Past. She left that world fifteen years ago. Fifteen years which seem like fifteen million … Continue reading #7 Last Train
Fiction: Like! Share! Love it! Hate it! Comment! Thrash! Being yourself(anonymously). That's what Steve did. Entire day. Facebook on one tab, instagram on other. Twitter on his phone. YouTube on his computer. Oh, new selfie by that hot girl: like! Oh, picture with her boyfriend: Hate! Ex girlfriend uploaded a new song which she covered. … Continue reading #6 (Over) Connecting
( Countdown ‘Tis the season for suspense-building lists.) Flash Fiction: Kanja sat in the interrogation room with a paper and pen for his confession. His lawyer had a talk with him. They laid out a stratagem. Kanja wrote this: 1. Find the guy who actually committed the murder 2. Kill him. Or if killer is … Continue reading #5 Ruling The World!
He had given up. Defeated, he leaned his head back in his bathtub. His last completed screenplay was two years old. Two years. He had dry spells before but this was his driest yet. It was not as if he didn't have ideas, they just weren't good enough. The ideas were nowhere close to his … Continue reading Fiction: #4 Eureka!
Fiction: He kissed her! It had been over two hours ago, after the kiss he gave his conceited smile and vanished, leaving Mandy on the roof alone, cold and yet warm all over. Mandy couldn't sleep, rethinking about the kiss, what it meant. Everyone knew she liked Hank, now Hank kissed her. This is what … Continue reading #3 Silhouettes
Fiction: 'You want to do what Jere?!' Keri shouted. Jere knew this was coming. They had traveled so long on their journey because Keri trusted him. Because keri trusted his plan, even if it was unmentioned. Now when they have traveled half way around the world and they have landed on this mysterious land far … Continue reading #2 Lets Catch A Dragon
Fiction: Her eyes were darting, always returning back to the same shelf on her left. She licked her lips, said "Andrew get me that sauce". Another lick of her lips. Andrew knew what was going on. He had anticipated it. They were in the mall, holiday shopping it is. And the worse time of the … Continue reading #1 Drink’s the Father
When I started this blog, I did it to improve my creative writing. Now my exams are finished and I have a month of free time, I intend to make use of it. So in the coming thirty days, starting from tomorrow I will write a fictional story each day and publish it. I think … Continue reading 30 Days 30 Fictions
For those of you who live in Mumbai or are nearby residents: Random musings just came up with a great idea, WP Mumbai meetup!!!! Interested people leave comments below!!