love

"you don't have time to talk your wife!" She tossed her opinion mixed with question at the shadow spread on the floor. He looked up from his journal with an amused smile saying, "but i do love you. Now let me make tea for us".

"Thank god for tea love", she giggled.

Little Black dress

The pancakes she made were not easily forgotten. For hours she thought of the way batter felt , the way they took on the color of peach added to wheat ,how they smelled and tasted.

Then she saw the little black dress, he gifted her. The pancakes were replaced with jogging shoes for indefinite time.

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The pancakes post linked here is of the ones I made for breakfast yesterday :D

Written for G-Man's Friday flash 55

Closure

She had too much time to decide the best approach. Her life was no secret to him yet some things deserve a proper closure. Even Love, and more importantly hate for someone's love.
she sipped the last of her wine and tossing the glass off the balcony , followed suit. Her revenge was complete.

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for Inspiration Monday , Theme thursday , Fridayflash 55

Preserved

Her screams echoed in dark - of passion , rage , lust and hate. she hated herself , her body , her inability to love. she could not accept,she was not to love, but to make love to her masters.She placed herself on fire once,literally. Plastic of her machinery preserved her death forever.

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Prompted by  Picture it & Write (  anew picture prompt site I discovered recently)
Also for G Man's fridayflash 55

Reasons

The dream of new dresses was turning dismal while the image of her luscious body too faded in comparison to food on table.He knew she needed better reason to lose weight.While she waffled such thoughts in her diary,he made a pass at her best friend.The gym membership was renewed next day.

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Written for G-Man's friday flash55 , 3WW

PS : This happens to be my 55th post :D

G-Man

you read it right.
Its not "He-Man" (liked him as a kid),
now I prefer reading G-Man over him.
There is not an idle moment on his blog,
nor a tale that can not be told.
come Friday,the nagging ideas pace in head,
till some tale,for him, is finally penned.

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This is dedicated to G-Man and his friday flash fiction.

And for Alphabe Thursday -G

Also linked to 3WW

The eye

The "eye of dead" was not to be dug out.The evil spirits laughed as soon as it saw light. He thought it would resurrect his dead lover when the eye levelled and stopped. He sat for weeks next to the preserved body.He died waiting. The eye took another soul.

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 Written for Magpie Tales , G-Man's friday flash55 , Easy Street Prompts
Photo Credits : Magpie tales

A poor Dinner

"Did you tell mom that we should have dinner like poor people?" my son asked my mom.
She looked amused. She never thought we would remember such things.
"Yes, I did. that's to give less work to tummy."
"Is soup poor ?"
"no child, we have it 'cause it is richest in vegetables."

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Inspired from Theme Thursday .

also for G-Man 's fridayflash55

Love , A story & About it

It was here that she realized she was in love with him.
It was mostly empty during the week; unless you count the the green grassy plots and fresh flowers keeping an eye on her.
He had looked handsome that day in the coffin.
The cemetery became her home since.

Written for Theme Thursday & for G-Man's Friday flash 55



Last week I wrote this as a comment on some one's blog and I think it was misinterpreted as me mocking the author. I find that amusing 'cause my thought process was all intent to explain loneliness of a human. We all need some one to talk to / write to . Just to let our stories be heard. to be known for the words and thoughts. And when you have no one to share those words with , it gets really haunting and lonely place to be.

Ye kaunsi kahani hai ki yaha likh bhi main raha hoon,Aur padhane wala bhi koi aur nahi hai..

(Translation :)


What is this story
I script,
and I alone would read it.



What did you understand for the lines ?

Let me know your views.