Today, the dull rays of winter sun were looking pale and I was feeling tired of that cold and dreary environment in home.
Never before, I had ever saw my father so tense. My paternal uncle living in a far country was ill and my father’s agitation was on its peak.
He didn’t take his breakfast properly nor did he ate his lunch. In the evening we all tried hard and with much effort we succeeded to persuade him to eat.
Later, mother told us that father cares about his brother and their bond of love was so strong. She asked us to pray and then much awaited phone call ended my father’s tension.
My cousin informed us that uncle was feeling better.
It’s late in the night and when I’m scribbling down my thoughts in my diary, I can’t help thinking about today’s developments. I had a vague memory of that day when in search of better future my father decided to leave his country.
Uncle was against that idea and today on observing my father’s agitation, I came to understand the meaning of fraternal love.
The other day, I was reading the poem “Melodic train” and was finding it hard to concentrate upon its theme but the developments of this day have cleared my queries.
Today, the melodic train of our lives encountered a dangerous curve on its track. Right now, I can hear my father’s snoring. Thanks God he’s relax now.
I’m happy that all is well and I hope that tomorrow will be a different day.
Writing 101 prompt: Recreate a single day
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.”
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.
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.
Inspired by a real life story.
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.
“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.
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.
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.
October is Breast Cancer Awareness Month, which is an annual campaign to increase awareness of the disease.
This post is a response to a flash fiction for aspiring writers.
© 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.”
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.
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.
This post is a response to “Friday Fictioneers”, hosted by ROCHELLEWISOFF.
PHOTO PROMPT -© Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
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 🙂
(Yellow is a color of optimism, friendliness, creativity and confidence.)
Written for Flash Fiction for AspiringWriters. Thanks Pricelessjoy for this opportunity and many thanks to Sonya for this beautiful picture 🙂
Young and naive Maria never realized that she was getting abused.
Once, she was badly beaten, on that evening she gave birth to her daughter. I was there at a hospital and on seeing her red rimmed eyes and swollen face, I couldn’t control my tears.
On that night, sitting beside her bed, I tried to make her realize that she had to take a decision. Maria remained hopeful and coming days proved that my fears were right.
Her husband never appeared.
Turning a new page in her life, Maria started to go back to her college and after that she never looked back.
It’s been more than twelve years and today I met a different person. The famous lawyer of a country welcomed me. I met her beautiful daughter and remained there for some time.
I was about to leave when she embraced me and said, “I’ll always remain thankful to you”.
While, I gently took her hands and replied , “No, Maria it was you who took that decision. The mountain of success is difficult to climb and you made it to the peak. You are brave and I’m proud of you.”
The story is my submission to Sunday Photo Fiction.
Few knew about the castle hidden inside the island and no one knew about my plan.
On one sunny morning, leaving a letter for my family, I went on an adventure.
The emerald green island was surrounded by a blue sea. On getting closer, I stepped out of my boat and tried to hear the gushing of waves.
It was all very calm.
Searching for sometime, I finally found the castle. It was a sure sign of grandeur and I was busy in observing it when I noticed something was written on its wall.
“Welcome, I’m amazed at your bravery!”
In no time sky changed its color. I felt a strange sensation and the next moment I realized my mistake…
Closing the novel, I felt my hands were wet . My heart was beating profusely and I was sure that scientists were right.
Reading the novel had improved the function of my brain and very successfully I started to put myself into the body of book’s protagonist.
This post is a submission to Mondays Finish the Story. First sentence is given and we are suppose to finish a story using 100-150 words.