Siblings, each with their own idea of what to do with the father's legacy are on bad terms with each other. It is at the funeral that they all stand together and cry.
"SSHH.. It is not your fault." Sound of scales grating against the floor is heard in the empty hall. "They made you do this." The moonlight illuminated the hall just enough to see the body lying near the dais where an empty throne gathered dust. Tears sparkled against the moonlight on the boy's face as … Continue reading Fiction: Dragon & Princess
Something I wrote all the way back in 2014
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 previous screenplays. His three previous screenplays were successful blockbusters, the last one earning him a national award. Fame came on the heels of the award as he became highly sought after.
As he laid in the tub, he realized he had peaked in his career. He would never make anything as good as what he did two years ago. Nothing was every going to good enough.
He tried things to get his brain working again. He got drunk, a little in the beginning and then a lot. He was almost hooked onto drugs until a…
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(A man and a woman are sitting in front of each other on a stage as the audience looks on and a couple of cameras pan across the stage. A massive sign behind the two people on stage says: 30Mins. The show goes on air and the audience starts applauding, the camera zooms in on … Continue reading Fiction: Against the Caped Crusader
First time I woke up after the surgery, my vision was blurry. I could still hear raging fire around me, but I didn’t feel any heat. I didn’t think too much about it. The second time I woke up, I felt better. I looked around my bed to look for burned objects, but everything was … Continue reading Fiction: I am going to Hell
This is not a book review. Sam Sykes's Bring Down Heaven deals heavily with the questions about faith, Gods who never answer and humanity’s need to have a being up in the sky. It also features heaps of exciting battles sequences and the city which despite being destroyed to the fullest always seem to have someone selling curry
Fiction piece inspired by: RadioLab episode Bliss. Just listen to the first ~10 mins of it and smile.
‘This worked at home’ I looked inside the hat puzzled, ignoring my audience of impatient 8 year olds. There was supposed to be a deck full of Queen of Hearts in there. But, it was empty. I cocked my head sideways, frowning. How did this not work? I had enchanted the hat with all of … Continue reading Short Story: New Career
When I saw him two years ago, we fought. He stormed off into the night but eventually he settled into our mum’s garage. From the corner of my eye, I could see him nodding his head. He was high.
(Unintentional continuation of Glitter fiction piece I wrote yesterday) 'What are we doing sir?' 'We are waiting Maddy.' One Eyed Solomon grumbled. No one knows why his name is One Eyed as he has both of his eyes. 'We are hiding aren't we sir?' Maddy said. 'No, we are waiting. We are looking for an … Continue reading Daily Post: Hideout (Fantasy Fiction)
'I wanna go out Dad!' 'Out? Did you say OUT?' Dad screamed back at his son. 'Yes dad. I am bored here, there is nothing to do. We are living on heaps of gold which is really uncomfortable to sleep over. I have not seen the sun or the moon in over 3 years.' 'What … Continue reading Daily Post: Glittter (Fantasy Fiction)
'How is my baby?' I ask the doctor. He looks like he is going to say something but then he stops. He looks away from me for a second while I wait for his face to show any sign of trouble. He is old, definitely more than 150 years old as his silicon skin has … Continue reading Daily Post: Tremble (Science Fiction)
'Metal forging is a craft, a skill that one in every 100 men have. Sure, anyone can heat up metal but how to mold it into a sword or an armor: that is a skill. When to cool a metal and how much to beat it, these things can be only done by instincts. You … Continue reading Daily Prompt: Craftmanship (War Fiction)
"Do you know who this man is?" Counselor Michaels asked the witness. It was a very important question as it will either make or break the case. However, the witness couldn't have been more unreliable. Joe Monley was a two time convicted felon, one for B&E and the other for manslaughter. He has been clean … Continue reading Daily Prompt: Recognize (Fiction)
'You are pregnant!' the monitor displayed with tiny GIFs of babies crawling sprawled across the screen like confetti. The screen thought it was a celebration. Tessa did not want to celebrate though. A baby meant work, lots of hard work and who does that these days. Amongst her sisters, only one had a baby and … Continue reading Daily Prompt: Replacement (Science Fiction)
'What is stolen?' the curator exclaimed. Security guard swallowed, remembering that it was her job to keep The Pandora safe in the museum. After all, it was the only painting in the world which can be spread 360 degree. Now, someone had stolen it. 'Hey bro!' the street beggar called out to the passing … Continue reading Daily Prompt: Exquisite Art (Fiction)
'Do you know that the hummingbird's wings make the infinite sign while flapping? No? It is one of the lines from that movie where the guy aged in reverse. Wonderful movie, a little slow for my pace though.' Adil nodded. He knew that movie 'Curious Case of Benjamin Button'. He had seen it a couple … Continue reading Daily Prompt: Infinite (Fiction)
Chris sat at the stall, waiting for Selena to show up. The race was about to start and she was nowhere to be seen, it was her idea to spend the Sunday on a racetrack. They arrived at the scene together but then she said she needed to use the loo. Now, half hour later, … Continue reading Fiction: At the races
'He will be here, his letter said so.' Maduram said. Sindhu, the station master observed Maduram sceptically. Madhuram was old, looked frail, he should not be out on a cold night without any warm clothes. His threadbare kurti and lungi could scarcely provide warmth, his shawl looked older than Madhuram. Regardless Maduram was here waiting for an … Continue reading Fiction: Waiting for a Train
Inspired by a recent Meetup I just went to & today's Daily Prompt challenge: Obvious. I decided to try poetry for the day. Trying too hard you say, Mockery spurns away. Why is this such a bad thing? Everyone wants to fit in. It is easy for many to find their places, others struggle … Continue reading Poem: Trying too Hard (NZ National Poetry Day 2016)
(I saw this on Facebook and I had to write on this!) John could see the train coming in the tunnel, the beacon becoming brighter. Newmarket train Station in Auckland was extremely crowded. Considering the station had every line passing through it, it meant it was as important as Britomart Transport Centre. However, John had this … Continue reading Fiction: Characters in Bookworld?
(The following piece is inspired by a conversation I had with a couple of friends) The restaurant is pretty busy. There is long queue of people who are waiting to dine in here but those who are having their dinners here do not want to vacate their tables even after they are done. The tiny … Continue reading Fiction: What is Success?
I am killing some zombies on my PlayZ console. The console and the game are really ancient at this point and I have mastered the game by now. But it is still crazy. I want to buy some new game, maybe military FPS this time but my mom wouldn't give me any money. What's the … Continue reading Fiction: Burying my companions secrets
Fiction: Literary Lion: Pool. My response to Laura's prompt: this time she challenged us to write a story in 100 words or less on her prompt pool. First Feet, thighs and then chest. Finally, I was in the pool walking towards that sparkling beauty. The sunlight shimmered off the water surface. I prodded … Continue reading Literary Lion: Pool
Laura's Literary Lion prompts are back and this time she gave the hardest challenge of them all: A 6 word story challenge. Her prompt is Star. Here is my take on the word. They are brightest As they Fall. There you go Laura. Let's see what other Literary Lion Contestants have written: https://villpowerstory.wordpress.com/2016/01/19/literary-lion-six-word-story/ http://themomwhoruns.com/2016/01/20/i-wish-i-may-i-wish-i-might-literary-lion-star/ https://newshoundnovelist.wordpress.com/2016/01/15/rising-star-literary-lion-week-one/ … Continue reading Literary Lion 6 word challenge: Star
Maybe this is what the Bull must be thinking.
A 400 word response to Laura's prompt. Literary Lion: Fall Harry waited at the party for his wife, she was running late today. She always runs late these days. He doesn't mind, in fact he is rather proud of the fact that she is so hard-working. Georgia is someone he has always admired and more he got … Continue reading Literary Lion: They Never Did Fall
Literary Lion: Flower Dear Jyoti, Here is the gajra I promised. Its Thursday and you always loved wearing it in your hair every Thursday. I vowed to keep gajra in front of your photograph, today I keep this letter too. You see, I have been diagnosed with cancer. We must have a strong love because … Continue reading Flowers In Your Memory
Literary Lion: Flower (I just saw Nightcrawler starring Jake Gyllenhall. I was captivated by his superb performance and when I saw Laura's post Bloom I had to make an attempt at fan fiction. I'm afraid I couldn't do it justice) ‘911. What is your emergency?’ ‘Hello my name is Lou Bloom from Video Production Network. … Continue reading Fan Fiction: Lou Bloom
Literary Lion. Dance She lay dying. Her clothes were bloodied although most of the blood was from her enemies. She had killed many of them tonight. But not enough and now only the most potent and deadly chased her down the alley. She knew she wouldn't outlive the hour, she had no energy resources to … Continue reading Dance Of Death
Liberty Lion: Time ‘Circles? ’ I asked. Grandpa lay gasping for breath. He is a stubborn old man; he wouldn't admit he is too frail for a hike. We left our house about two hours ago to reach the summit of the hill. He would always verbosely describe his childhood achievements and all of the … Continue reading Time
(Liberty Lion: King. Weekly Prompt by Laura Feasey.) ‘Who is this King of Browning street? ’ Hector exploded into the nearest constable. Hector had recently been very angry. A lot of times. His anger issues stemmed from his childhood, from his mother abandoning him but somewhere in life he got it under control. For … Continue reading Literary Lion: King
Continued, check part 9 Fiction: When Forster was born, realm was prospering. The combined efforts of humans and draconian strength had made economy boom. Trade routes were established with Maximus existing captured regions. The burned lands were largely fertile and used for agriculture. Reaves turned out to be a great King. The hostilities between humans … Continue reading #30 Breath Fire (part 10)
Continued, check part 8 Fiction: Every other dragon saw that. The King momentary burst of anger had betrayed him. Reaves called Garge back. 'You got him to declare his position to us. Now you need to make him expose himself to his men.' Deacon provided. Wise man had not asked about just disclosed terms of … Continue reading #29 Breath Fire (Part 9)
Continued, check part 7 Fiction: 'What now Reaves?' 'You tell me. I have an army sitting on my arose ready to go for my throat. And my hundred warriors are ready to kill your would be wife if they get the chance. This has to be resolved as quickly as possible. Otherwise we are dead.' … Continue reading #28 Breath Fire (Part 8)
Continued, check part 6 Fiction: It was a crowd gathered in the great hall. Each and every dragon had assembled to have the humans blood. And the humans smelled of fear. Everyone except Tamara, who should be scared considering she was pregnant. Oh man, Garge thought. If that child is mine,.. The entire court thought … Continue reading #27 Breath Fire(Part 7)
Continued, check part 5 Fiction: Aftermath of the fire match was worse than anticipated. Those soldiers who made into the shore in the first wave were gasping for air, smoke had lodged deep in their lungs. With some minor wounds and burns that were ignored in a desperate attempt to stay alive, they quickly began … Continue reading #26 Breath Fire(Part 6)
Continued, check part 4: Fiction: Sargent Davis hated sea voyage. He always got seasick. Only good thing he could see was there was the land right in front of him. A few minutes more and they will be ashore. And then Davis could pacify his revolting guts. Who cares what they are hunting? Kings make … Continue reading #25 Breath Fire (part 5)
Continued, see previous post part 3 Fiction: Foreigner knew blood will be drawn. But the damn archers behind him were amateurs, they should nor stand behind me. They should move and flank the opponents. From where they stand, their aim was obstructed by foreigner himself. Garge gave the order to Wesley. He could only hope … Continue reading #24 Breath Fire (Part 4)
Continuation, check previous post, part 2 Fiction: Hundreds. It seemed as if the next incoming wave was full of ships. They must been tens of thousands on board. 'I told you a war was coming. Whoever they are, they must have heard the same tales and came here to tame dragons, to tame us.' Wesley … Continue reading #23 Breath Fire (Part 3)
(Check out previous post, part 1) Continuation, fiction: King Reaves loved this hall. It smelled like fire and smoke, like ash. And its his home. But his father lost this. How could he! He never forgave his father. For being a loser. Dragons could not lose. We are invincible, even our names would ingrain fear … Continue reading #22 Breath Fire (Part 2)
(Since I missed a couple of days in my routine, and I have 10 posts left, I'll make a long fictional fantasy story. This can be seen as a continuation of a previously written fiction: Let's Catch A Dragon.) Fiction: Garge hated this hall. It was too big. Too stark a reminder of the dark … Continue reading #21 Breath Fire (Part 1)
(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
( 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
Fiction: There were three brothers once: Let's call them Good, Bad and Third. Good wanted everything to be perfect. He wanted to be the person who takes care of others, who is the perfect son, the perfect Friend. He could not see others in misery, their pain weakened his knees. He couldn't imagine a world … Continue reading Inside My Head
(Handmade Tales Automation has made it possible to produce so many objects — from bread to shoes — without the intervention of human hands (assuming that pressing a button doesn’t count). What things do you still prefer in their traditional, handmade version?) Fiction: The huge metal exoskeleton looked at him. His red LED eyes could … Continue reading Who Made You?
Daily Prompt ( By the Dots We all have strange relationships with punctuation — do you overuse exclamation marks? Do you avoid semicolons like the plague? What type of punctuation could you never live without? Tell us all about your punctuation quirks!) Fiction Jon: We could try to get that guy he knows how to … Continue reading Punctuation And Misfits
(Living Art One day, your favorite piece of art — a famous painting or sculpture, the graffiti next door — comes to life. What happens next?) Fiction I stood my ground. For ten years I stood my ground. Now I move. No more. You made me in homage. You made me in resemblance to someone. … Continue reading I stood… Now I move (An autobiography)
( Break the Silence When was the last time you really wanted (or needed) to say something, but kept quiet? Write a post about what you should’ve said.) Fiction I'm going to make this as precise and truthful as possible. I know I should wait till situation are normal and things get cooled down. But … Continue reading Open Letter To That Friend
Daily Prompt: (Pick Your Gadget Your local electronics store has just started selling time machines, anywhere doors, and invisibility helmets. You can only afford one. Which of these do you buy, and why? (Thanks, atana’s world!, for inspiring this prompt!)) Fiction The mad scientist stumbled around the shop in haste, screaming at the top of his … Continue reading I Have Got It!
Daily Prompt(Great ExpectationsTell us about one thing (or more) that you promised yourself you’d accomplish by the end of the year. How would you feel once you do? What if you don’t?)Writing Challenge(The Setting’s the ThingToday, we challenge you to create a compelling setting for your story.)Fiction (Daily Prompt: Always Something There to Remind Me It … Continue reading You’re Beautiful,….
Daily prompt: Going Obsolete Writing challenge: Flash Fiction Joan's father came in her room. He saw her playing with her iPad two. He shook his head. That thing was way too ancient to be considered a plaything. But ever since she got a hold of that iPad from the attic she never let it go. … Continue reading Obsolete/Saying Goodbye
Daily prompt Junk food junkie. Fictional Lisa made coffee. It was the fifth coffee in the last three hours. But she had to stay awake as she had her presentation in an hour in the office. She quickly freshened up, changed and headed for office. With no time for making breakfast, she headed out buying … Continue reading Junk of life
Daily prompt (5 days late): George sat on the toilet seat. He was trying to swallow the gulp which was growing bigger in his throat. Shoulders slumped in defeat, sore eyed he tried. Tried to not let his vision get too blurred. Willed himself to swallow the gulp, willed his eyes to take back the … Continue reading I’ll stand
Daily prompt Fictional post. "Will I see you again?" He asked at the last moment. She turned from the doorway and looked at him. The ambient light was not enough for him to see her face. But he could hear the shy smile in her reply. "We'll see." She replied. With that she quickly unlocked … Continue reading Breaking Romantics
Why can't we be friends? The boy entered the house. He was immediately overwhelmed by seeing so many people at one place. People who were twice as tall as he was, easily his father's age. People who he had never met before. People who's names he will likely forget in two days. But that didn't … Continue reading Friends with me?
Daily prompt Weekly challenge An attempt in creative writing. -------------------------------------- Time Travel: Johnathan woke up. It was 11pm in the morning. He was tired. But lots of work to be done. He took a shower, dressed back into his work cloths. Tie lose, the top button of his shirt undone. With his suit in his … Continue reading Back in Time
In response to What are the three most memorable moments — good or bad, happy or sad I have written posts similar to the prompt before too. My post ephemeral feelings, make them linger are somewhat similar too. So this time I'm writing a fictional story on the mentioned prompt. He stepped on the gas, … Continue reading Daily prompt: Remember those moments