A Perfect Gift

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She wanted to find the perfect gift to express how she truly felt about her mother.

She looked for some dress and then for some jewelry but soon dropped the idea, for she remembered that her mother preferred to remain simple and when she parked a car in front of a book store, she thought to buy a book but didn’t enter in a book shop, for there were already a great number of them at home.

It was getting late and she was desperately looking for some gift when on seeing something, her eyes sparkled and a smile appeared on her face.

On that evening after cutting a cake,both mother and daughter stayed up till late at night. The smell of fresh roses filled the room as holding the hand of her mother she enjoyed listening her talking.

Earlier in the day, when she was looking for some gift, she saw a  woman who was enjoying listening to the chattering of her child.

At that moment, she realized that all her mother wanted was but her time.

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WRITE NOW PROMPT FOR DECEMBER 1, 2015

Today’s Prompt:

She wanted to find the perfect gift to express how she truly felt about her mother.

Hope in Despair

132 11 November 29th 2015

The continuous search left him tired. He was looking for some green spot but everything seemed to be hidden behind the misty cloak.

The smog covered the road and in such helpless condition; a silent prayer emerged from his doleful heart and next moment his thirsty eyes found that spot.

Kneeling on ground, child was busy in digging a plant when he felt something fell on ground.

It was a bird.

He took the bird in his hands and tried to feel the presence of life but bird didn’t move.

Then, softly and gently, he placed it on the ground where little leaves of freshly planted tree silently cried for that deceased bird and moment the yellow sunshine fell on ground, boy saw an unusual scene.

Later, no one believed but the boy was sure that lying under the shade of green leaves, the bird smiled for a last time.

 

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In the wake of pollution, planting trees is our only hope

This post is a response to Sunday Photo Fiction hosted by Alistair Forbes.

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Story of a wedding dress

It was the third time that her door was knocked.

Hey, we’re getting late”, she heard her sister’s tumultuous voice.

I’m just coming”, after a moment’s pause she replied.

Outside everyone was ready but she was not in a hurry. Standing stock-still in front of mirror she was looking at the black dress that was lying on her bed. Tears were rolling down and she was thinking about those days when she loved to wear only white. Her mother often got angry but her father used to take her in his arms and said, “Don’t scold my little daughter. She’s my white fairy.”

Such was her sweet reveries and that very day was the reality. Her wedding dress was a gift from her in-laws. It’s been four hours and she was still hearing the echo of her mother’s voice

Black is your husband’s favorite. He doesn’t like to see you in white.

(153 words)

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This post is a response to Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. Thanks to Sonya for the picture prompt and many thanks to PricelessJoy for holding this event.

The beauty of an autumn season

129 11 November 8th 2015

I didn’t cry when people expected me to do so, I didn’t moan when everyone was anxious to hear me complaining.

This is the story of my life and I’m eager to share it with you.

I’ve observed people sighing for a shedding tree, I’ve noticed the gloominess of mood in the autumn season and I’m aware that the decaying yellow leaves are meant to be a symbol of despair. But, my perception of life is different.

For me, the fall of an autumn season is a call of life. I know it seems weird but this is what I’ve learned from my experience of car accident.

From this day before, I haven’t heard about the term “paraplegic”. And, today while painting this picture, I’m glad that my hands and brain are still working.

I’m thankful to this fall in life because after every fall there is a rise, I’m happy that I’m painting and adding colors to this life.

158 words

Inspired by a real life story.

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This story is my submission to Sunday Photo Fiction. Sunday Photo Fiction is a weekly writing challenge where a photo is used as a prompt for a piece of fiction using around 200 words.

Hundred words story

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The burden of the love of my parents was too much and their wishes and desires made me so tired that with the passage of time, I lost my vigor to speak. Life continued to move on and today when I was arranging my books, a worn out sketchpad caught my attention. The fine drawings took me into those days of my childhood when I was called an obedient child, for while listening to my parents’ dreams, I used to become tongue -tied.

I blew the dust off and sighed.

In all my life, I remained my parents’ favorite sketchbook.

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In the line of duty

© 2015, Barbara W. Beacham

“I watched the vultures looking at me hungrily as I lay on the ground bleeding and injured”

These merciless clouds of death had already devoured my friends and now in this lifeless desert, I’m all alone. My vision is getting blurred and it’s hard for me to keep my eyes open.

I can see their bald heads and red eyes, they are getting closer. Oh my people! Remain witness to the fact that I’m not a traitor, I’m a patriot, I’m not a lawbreaker but I respect law.

I’m an ordinary person who has assigned some special duties. Remember, I’m a journalist who has embraced martyrdom in the line of duty.

Despite all the advancements, there are still some areas in the world which are considered dangerous for journalists. 

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This post is a response to Mondays Finish the Story. We are provided with an opening line and we’re supposed to write a story between 100-150 words.

A fresh start

Her body endured an intense pain, the long fight left her tired and Amber confined herself in her room.

Her eyes were closed and she was still crying when she heard the door opened. She knew it was Kevin and feeling the warmth of his hands, she opened her eyes.

Kevin was looking smiling at her.

“Amber, believe me, your headscarf is beautiful than your hair.”

After a cold winter night, the much needed warmth of sun was calming.

On her husband’s shoulder, she cried.

Kevin knew that his wife being a survivor of cancer needed his support.

(98 words)

October is Breast Cancer Awareness Month, which is an annual campaign to increase awareness of the disease.

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This post is a response to a flash fiction for aspiring writers.

 

Jerry: The bravest man

© 2015, Barbara W. Beacham

© 2015, Barbara W. Beacham

Not knowing what to expect, he made his way into the dark of forest.”

Jerry, was known as a man of strong nerves and when everyone was assuming little Daniel to be dead, he proposed to look into that forest.

The younger son of Bob the truck driver was missing. Every nook and cranny of the town was searched but to no avail.

So, Jerry took two men with him but on reaching at that spot, they refused to move farther and holding torch in his hand, Jerry decided to enter alone.

Deep in the woods the owls were hooting and cupping his hands, he was shouting Daniel’s name.

Suddenly, he heard someone sobbing. Moving his torch in the direction of the voice, Jerry saw the white face of Daniel. Sitting beside the tree, the kid looked frightened.

Jerry took him in his arms and rest is a history.

It’s been a long time and Daniel while narrating this tale to his son never forgets to conclude.

“Never get afraid of darkness. You must learn to take risk.”

(166 words)

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This post is a response to Mondays Finish the Story. The first sentence is given and we are suppose to write a story between 100-150 words.

Story of changing roles

PHOTO PROMPT -© Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Late in the night, the clouds roared and it started to rain. I saw my parents ran towards the backyard. The birds in their cage were fluttering; together they picked their cage and brought them in.

I was afraid and when my mother tucked me in her blanket, I felt asleep.

The book of life continued to turn its pages and years later my role got changed. It was still raining when I ran to take down clothes from line. Later, while passing by my daughter’s room, I looked inside.

Holding her teddy bear, she was sound asleep.

(98 words)

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This post is a response to “Friday Fictioneers”, hosted by ROCHELLEWISOFF.

PHOTO PROMPT -© Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Story of a Yellow color

No one but “Tweety” will be happy to visit us. That’s how my mother used to bait my father. Her complain was right. For, curtains and furniture in our home were all yellow.

Father’s love for yellow color remained a mystery, until a time came when as a student of psychology; I studied the impact of colors.

I always knew but never realized that my father being an orphan child lived a difficult life. His life was all about struggle and in the midst of all those difficulties he always remained calm.

This day was a hectic day and when I returned from job, I saw my toddler was busy in playing.

I took him in my arms and caressing his cheeks, I couldn’t resist looking at his hand. Clutching his yellow boat my son was smiling. His precious smile filled my heart with joy.

Life is all about staying hopeful and my son’s yellow boat often reminds me of this 🙂

(161 words)

(Yellow is a color of optimism, friendliness, creativity and confidence.)

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Written for Flash Fiction for AspiringWriters. Thanks Pricelessjoy for this opportunity and many thanks to Sonya for this beautiful picture 🙂