Author: Dahlia

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WWP #287: Not So Sweet Revenge

Hello! I am back with a piece for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt – Revenge in exactly 79 words. Hope you like!

Not so Sweet Revenge

Words 79

“Where’s Deva?”

“Daddy!” Chotti ran to him sobbing. “He’s gone off to play football. He has an exam tomorrow as well.”

“That boy.”

““He’s always playing.” Chotti rubbed it in. “Or teasing me.” She pouted.

“Hari Prakash!” Her father shouted. “Go get Deva home immediately.”

Chotti skipped, but stopped short.

“Daddy, let him play today.” She wore her most angelic expression. “Scold him later.”

“Why?” He frowned.

“Because, he promised to get her an ice cream today,” Khushi revealed.

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Thanks for reading, would love to hear your thoughts. Have a super day ahead

CBWC: Long Shot

This week, Cee’s black and white challenge topic is Long Items. Let’s see what I can come up with 😀

I shall start, but of course, with a tree – a really tall one. On the streets of Delhi, caught through a car while stuck in a jam. Some things are good about a traffic jam too!

The long way home – err not mine though!

A sneak preview of a bit of ancient sculptures that dot the country

A glimpse into one of the many dances of India. There was one with a bicycle wheel on his head as well. No mean feat eh!

This is the holy Bhagirathi, the tempestuous, feisty Himalayan river who, according to legend, was brought to earth by King Bhagiratha and hence also called Bhagirathi or Bhagiratha’s daughter. If you are interested in the legend, watch this (very short) video.

This is the mighty Ganga, one of the longest rivers in India and worshipped as goddess Ganga. She is formed by the confluence of Bhagirathi and the Alaknanda at Devprayag. The view of the confluence is mesmerising but that is another picture for another post 🙂

I will wrap up this post with this really ‘long’ tree standing tall in the midst of a moonlight night.

When I started this challenge, I thought I wouldn’t have any photos and now I have too many!

Hope you enjoyed these photos, do let me know your favourite. If any.

Happy Sunday!

FF: The Monster

Written for the Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle – a story in 100 words or less. Click here for other stories on this prompt.

Photo prompt Sandra Crook

The Monster

Words 101

“Nani,” Chotti pulled at her granny’s hand, “let’s go the other way.”

“But that’s so much longer dear!”

“Chotti is terrified of afraid of that,” Deva snickered nodding his head.

“That’s just a hill.”

“No Nani,” Angel clung to her hand “that’s a monster from space. It’s face was eaten up by the creeper.” Her eyes were wide with terror.

“Deva.” Nani looked at him reprovingly.

“It wasn’t me! “He raised his hand solemnly, but couldn’t quite hide the gleam in his eye.

“Chotti,” Deva capitulated, “the creeper is actually trying to save the poor monster from being completely washed away.”

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So, what do you think? Go on, say something 😀

Have a super weekend and thanks for dropping by.

CFFC: Pink Punch

Hello everyone and welcome to Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge where the theme is to have fun with pink!

Here’s some what I gathered from my archives and went down memory lane – thankfully all good one and have great fun. Thank you Cee!

“A flower’s appeal is in its contradictions — so delicate in form yet strong in fragrance, so small in size yet big in beauty, so short in life yet long on effect.”– Terri Guillemets

I never thought I would find pink in a leaf! And look more pink leaves, just before they turn green.

“Anything is possible with sunshine and a little pink.” – Lilly Pulitzer

A pink building that once upon a time used to be my school – believe it or not!

“Love is flower like; Friendship is like a sheltering tree.” – Samuel Taylor Coleridge

And I got both in this photo and life – touch wood 😀

Which one did you like? Did you notice that I mixed and matched with quotes? Did it work?

Cheers and hope you have a fun and rejuvenating weekend

6WSP: Goodbye

Hello everyone, hope you all are having a good weekend, not like me down with a headache, since yesterday and an awful night. Decided to cheer myself with some virtual fun – anything to get my mind off my headache 😀

I am attempting two challenges together – Shweta’s Saturday Six Word Story Prompt (the prompt this week is Goodbye) and Debbie’s Saturday six-word musings (my first time) where the “key rule is to have a title of six words – and then create around that the post that you desire! Perhaps in bunches of 6 words if you’re feeling inspired.”

A few 6 word stories which I think work alone and perhaps as a bunch too.

I hope I am not breaking any rules 😛

Here goes:

Goodbye

She always had the last word

Not today. Not tomorrow. Not ever.

How about also see you tomorrow?

Sure. At the beach. Same time.

Well? Or should I not ask?

Thanks for visiting 😀

CMMC: Tree Talk

Hello everyone. It’s been a while since I played any photo challenge and even though it’s not exactly mid week, here are some photos for Cee’s Midweek Madness Challenge. I know Cee won’t mind, besides she’s the one who instigated me to have some fun and what else could I come up with but trees and more trees for the challenge. 😀

“And into the forest I go, to lose my mind and find my soul.” – John Muir

“How do you spell ‘love’?” – Piglet. “You don’t spell it. You feel it.” – Pooh

“Blessed are the hearts that can bend; they shall never be broken.” Albert Camus

“We cannot see our reflection in running water. It is only in still water that we can see.” – Zen Proverb

There were a couple of more trees but I desisted from biting off more from your precious time. 😀 Thanks for visiting. Have a wonderful weekend.

Psst: Which one’s your favorite? Do let me know.

FF: Foot in the Mouth

Written for the Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle – a story in 100 words or less. Click here for other stories on this prompt.

PHOTO PROMPT © Starsinclayjars

Foot in the Mouth

Words 101

“Resting? At your age, you should be running.” A middle-aged man chastised Raghu beside him on the park bench. “I do 20 laps and you gave up after just 10,” he snorted.

“I am trying.”

“Yeah right. All you youngsters are lazy lumps. Only good for junk food and video games.” He cast him a scathing look. “No wonder you are overweight. Look at me, so fit. If I were younger,” he broke off staring at the ground, “what’s that? Did you injure your leg? You’re bleeding!”

Raghu looked down. “Ah. Just a bit. I’m still adjusting to my new foot.”

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Inspired by the Jaipur foot and Sudha Chandran who reclaimed her place on the stage of dance after losing her leg in an accident with the help of the Jaipur foot.

Thanks for visiting!

WWP #285: The Search Continues

Here’s my submission for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt  and the challenge is to is to write a piece is exactly 50 words – the word is “thalassic”.

The Search Continues

Words 50

“The prompt this week is ‘thalassic’.”

“What’s that?

“Something to do with the sea, seagoing, seashore…”

“We haven’t visited the sea in a while, have we?”

“Almost a decade.”

“Everyone, shall we go? Andamans?”

“Too expensive!”

“I’ve no leaves left.”

 “The weather’s not good for traveling.”

“Abyssal is another option…”

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I learnt a new word this week, actually many – thank you Sammi 🙂 Did you know? Care to join the challenge? Thank you for reading – have a super week ahead.

JSW: What Goes Around

Hello! I am back with a slightly longer piece this time. I just hope I am not too late for the JSW challenge – my first time participating in it.

The challenge is to write a story in 300 words or less on the prompt (in blue below). Here goes my attempt:

What Goes Around

Words 298

“I don’t think this is a good idea.”

“It’s the only chance we’ve got.”

With that, I grabbed his hand and we jumped into the darkness.

I woke with a gasp.

Fumbling for the bed switch, I sat up, still trembling.

That dream again.

Was I becoming suicidal?

When would this nightmare end?

A shiver shook me as I recalled that day.

No. I  wouldn’t think about that.

I flung away the bed covers and jumped into action.

Work was the only way.

“Sandwiches! For all of us? You are the best Ma’am!” My colleagues gushed as
they gobbled.

I couldn’t help but smile, “It’s been so long since I did anything for you
all. Everyone has been so kind.” I choked.

“Cheer up, Ma’am. We are rooting for you!” They chorused.

“Thank you dears. I wonder what I would do without you.”

“You are our inspiration Ma’am. How you have faced all the adversities
alone…”

There was a knock at the door.

“The insurance agent,” the receptionist informed.

I drooped.

Not again.

Hadn’t they rubbed enough salt on my wounds?

“Hello Ma’am.”

I swallowed, but seeing his guilty expression, I mustered up a smile, “It’s
ok. Any progress with the paperwork?”

“Yes Ma’am. I just need your signatures on a couple of more documents. The
police are also through with the investigations and are likely to close the
case as an accident sometime soon. Once we have that the money will be released
right away.” He beamed.

I dabbed at my eyes and nodded my thanks.

After he left, I permitted myself a tiny smile.

I  had covered my steps well.

No one knew that I had pushed him over the bridge.

Now, if only I could get rid of his petty clingy ghost just as easily.

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Well, would do you think? Did it work? No? Do let me know in the comment section. Thanks for reading and have a wonderful weekend.

FF: Faded

Written for the Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle – a story in 100 words or less. Click here for other stories on this prompt.

Photo prompt Dale Rogerson

Faded

Words 100

“Crying?” His gruff voice broke into her reverie.

“I’m not.” She huffed.

A familiar yet unfamiliar touch.

She jerked away as more tears rolled down. “I thought you couldn’t see in the darkness?” She said stiffly.

“After all these years, I don’t have to ‘see’ to know…”

“How many years before you know what I’m thinking?”

“Many lives. You’re mysterious.” He settled down beside her. “Part of your charm,” he coaxed.

“Thinking of my first love.” She confessed. “I miss him.”

“First love? Who’s that? Where’s he?”

“Even I wonder.” Khushi stared at him as the lights came back on.

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