I have read many 55 fiction stories and wanted to try my hand at writing one. But I was somehow hesitant for a long time. Today, I finally decided to give it a shot. Here goes:
They exchanged rings as a mark of marital union. Her face glowed with happiness as she cherished the moment. Stretching out her hands to reach his, she touched something cold and hard. She opened her eyes to find her hands on the bedside alarm clock. Becoming his wife would always remain a dream for her.
Note: 55 fiction is basically a short story with exactly 55 words or less. Many people use surprise endings since the story is so short. For more info, check this link
Showing posts with label short stories. Show all posts
Showing posts with label short stories. Show all posts
Oct 2, 2014
Sep 9, 2012
The Old Photograph
This post is the last in the series Fiction. It is a descriptive piece about an old photograph.
Year : 2100
As I frantically searched for my old books in the attic, I stumbled upon a small wooden box. Strangely enough, I hadn't noticed it before. Curiosity got the better of me and I dusted the box lightly before I pried it open. It contained a single photograph placed on a velvet cloth. I picked it up to get a better look.
Yellow with age, the photograph was reminiscent of good old times. As it nestled in my palms, I couldn't help but stare at the people in it. What struck me was the happiness that radiated from within them.The family of six stood huddled in a semi circle of sorts as they posed for a picture. Misty mountains and green forests could be seen in the backdrop, which added beauty to the scene.
Year : 2100
As I frantically searched for my old books in the attic, I stumbled upon a small wooden box. Strangely enough, I hadn't noticed it before. Curiosity got the better of me and I dusted the box lightly before I pried it open. It contained a single photograph placed on a velvet cloth. I picked it up to get a better look.
Yellow with age, the photograph was reminiscent of good old times. As it nestled in my palms, I couldn't help but stare at the people in it. What struck me was the happiness that radiated from within them.The family of six stood huddled in a semi circle of sorts as they posed for a picture. Misty mountains and green forests could be seen in the backdrop, which added beauty to the scene.
Sep 2, 2012
A Busy Street
This post is the third one in the series Fiction
The rooster crowed loudly, indicating the onset of morning. This was a cue for the residents of the neighbourhood, who were instantly up and about. The sound of suprabathams soon filled the air and beautiful kolams decorated the street. A bright, sunny day dawned.
In a short while, motorists were battling for space with pedestrians as there was no pavement. Moreover, roadside vendors occupied most of the space in the narrow street. Women in cotton sarees and flowers in their hair could be seen bargaining with the vegetable vendors. Men in formals sped away on their motorbikes. School children chatted nineteen to a dozen as they waited for the bus. Noise, chaos and commotion prevailed everywhere. The scene on the busy street was a sight to behold.
As the hours ticked away, darkness descended and street lights sprang to life.
The rooster crowed loudly, indicating the onset of morning. This was a cue for the residents of the neighbourhood, who were instantly up and about. The sound of suprabathams soon filled the air and beautiful kolams decorated the street. A bright, sunny day dawned.
In a short while, motorists were battling for space with pedestrians as there was no pavement. Moreover, roadside vendors occupied most of the space in the narrow street. Women in cotton sarees and flowers in their hair could be seen bargaining with the vegetable vendors. Men in formals sped away on their motorbikes. School children chatted nineteen to a dozen as they waited for the bus. Noise, chaos and commotion prevailed everywhere. The scene on the busy street was a sight to behold.
As the hours ticked away, darkness descended and street lights sprang to life.
Aug 26, 2012
The Train Journey
This post is the second one in the series Fiction.
The train sped away towards its destination. It carried numerous passengers bound on their daily commute. The general compartment of the train was nearly full as people of different heights,shapes, and sizes filled the place.
Each person was preoccupied with something or the other. A middle aged man was leaning on the rails of the window, as he watched the sights and sounds of the city outside. A group of boys were ogling at an attractively dressed girl, who chose to ignore them. A young woman, wearing a burkha, seemed to be lost in thought. Another woman, dressed in a saree was chatting away on her mobile phone. A bespectacled young man, had earphones on as he observed everyone in the compartment. A frail old man sat in a corner with his head between his hands. All of them were strangers, yet huddled together in a single compartment as one, united in their journey.
The train sped away towards its destination. It carried numerous passengers bound on their daily commute. The general compartment of the train was nearly full as people of different heights,shapes, and sizes filled the place.
Each person was preoccupied with something or the other. A middle aged man was leaning on the rails of the window, as he watched the sights and sounds of the city outside. A group of boys were ogling at an attractively dressed girl, who chose to ignore them. A young woman, wearing a burkha, seemed to be lost in thought. Another woman, dressed in a saree was chatting away on her mobile phone. A bespectacled young man, had earphones on as he observed everyone in the compartment. A frail old man sat in a corner with his head between his hands. All of them were strangers, yet huddled together in a single compartment as one, united in their journey.
Aug 19, 2012
A Lonely Stretch of Road
This post is the first one in the new series Fiction
The clock struck twelve and I shivered involuntarily, regretting my decision to take the shortcut home. The deserted, narrow, winding path seemed to stretch on for eternity. The trees that lined it were dark and forbidding and there was not a soul in sight. The street lights, which were few and dim, only added to the gloom.
A gentle breeze blew, making the leaves on the trees rustle. The sight looked eerie in the semi-darkness. The sudden hooting of an owl startled me and I felt lonely and frightened. The strange sounds made by the insects made my heart beat madly in my chest.
The clock struck twelve and I shivered involuntarily, regretting my decision to take the shortcut home. The deserted, narrow, winding path seemed to stretch on for eternity. The trees that lined it were dark and forbidding and there was not a soul in sight. The street lights, which were few and dim, only added to the gloom.
A gentle breeze blew, making the leaves on the trees rustle. The sight looked eerie in the semi-darkness. The sudden hooting of an owl startled me and I felt lonely and frightened. The strange sounds made by the insects made my heart beat madly in my chest.
May 21, 2012
A Life Full of Sunshine
Note: This is a work of fiction and characters portrayed are also fictitious,
any resemblance to real person, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
This is a short story which gives you a glimpse of one day in Ken's life. The story is narrated from the point of view of Ken and his wife.
Ken's point of view:
5:00 a.m
'That's the way You make me feel, Better than I've ever known it ..Better than It's ever been...,'
my favourite track by Ronan Keating played on my mobile; awakening me from my slumber. My hands fumbled on the bedside table before turning off the alarm. I turned to look at her and admire her beauty, but she wasn't beside me. My heart almost stopped for a moment, before I touched the sheets on the bed. They were quite warm, indicating that she must have woken up a few minutes ago.
My thoughts flashed back to last night...
"I would love to go for an early morning walk at the beach. Can we go tomorrow?," she had asked. I had been more than happy to agree. After all, how could I say no to Kyra, my sweet wife?
The bathroom door opened, bringing me back to the present. My wife stepped out and I gasped. With a peachy complexion, an attractive figure,dressed in a simple sundress and wearing flowers in her hair, Kyra was the epitome of beauty and perfection. I couldn't stop staring at my gorgeous wife. "Good morning dear," she said as she kissed me. I wished her back and thanked my lucky stars for bringing Kyra into my life...
Aug 31, 2010
Can't We Just Be Friends?
Note: This story is about love between two college goers. This is a work of fiction and characters portrayed are also fictitious, any resemblance to a real person, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
A boy is in love with a girl, who is also his close friend. He is hesitant to express his feelings.The two are classmates and have hung out frequently with their gang. The girl has no idea about the boy's feelings for her. She considers him a good friend, a support system, but does not have feelings for him.
One fine day, the boy finally tells the girl of his love. This is a total shock for the girl. She finds it hard to believe that such an incident has happened. She wonders where she had gone wrong. Had she acted in a manner that made her friend thing she was in love with him? This serves as a turning point for the friendship in question.
She tells the boy: "I never expected this from you! You are a very good friend, but I don't love you."
The boy, madly in love, tells her to think and reply. He asks her to consider him.
The girl says: "Please understand. I have never thought of you that way. You are a very good friend. I like you as a friend, but I'm sorry to say I do not love you. Moreover, I don't want to get into any relationship right now." And she walks away.
For the next few weeks, she tries her best to avoid the boy. It is a difficult task for her, since he is a very close friend of hers and she likes being with him. But nonetheless she decides that she has to do it. She can no longer be friends with a person who is in love with her. It wouldn't be the right thing to do.
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