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The last piece – 100 word fiction

It had been four days the food packages had not come to the refugee camp. Children were dying of hunger and men felt helpless and dependent on the helicoper God. Neena dived in the trash can to find something to support her toddler. Her eyes fell on a couple of slices of bread, sadly a dog stared as she picked it up. She quickly fed her child the slice trying to eat the other. She nibbled a piece of slice making a heart and offered the rest to the dog. She was a mother after all!

hearty-bread

Picture credit: Kelvin M. Knight

This piece of 100 words is written for Friday Fictioneers.

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The Perfect Shot – 100 word fiction

‘There it is! Cliff we saw in the marvellous picture online!” he pointed, as they hiked to the summit to click the best picture!

She adjusted her tripod facing the sunset, he closed in behind her with devious intentions. Finally he would get rid of her!

He readied himself to give her a push, she bent on one knee as he had taught her the best angle for shots.

A slip and he tumbled sliding down, he held her hand. She left his to get the best action shot of a man falling off a cliff. Karma pays, she smiled. 100 word fiction

Photo Credit: Danny Bowman

This piece of 100 words is written for Friday Fictioneers.

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The Wait – FRIDAY FICTIONEERS (100 words)

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The Saturday market where locals came to sell goods had become my interest in this new lonely city.

My eyes fell on a dilapidated stall among the buzzing stalls selling jams, olives, cheese

“Whats the price of this bronze medal?” intrigued I asked the old lady.

Picking up the medal among various inconsequential things her trembling voice said, “These aren’t for sale child, I am waiting for my love who has gone to fight the World War, they say it will be over soon, he would recognise these and come back to me.”

Choked with emotion I silently walked away.

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This story is a response to the Challenge posted on Friday Fictioneers, which is a weekly blog link-up led by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields at Addicted to Purple. A story inspired by the photo prompt, a beginning, middle and end in just 100 words or below, making every word count.

 PHOTO PROMPT © Claire Fuller

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Disgust – 55 word fiction

Disgust

He stood unashamed holding her hand, a man Ananya most loved and a woman she trusted.

Her past 10 years came crumbling down as he just pulled a card from her house of cards.

Heart filled with distrust, deceit and disgust gave her the strength to pick the pen and sign her way to freedom.

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Bībhatsam (बीभत्सं) Disgust, Aversion is a very strong emotion. It takes something huge for an individual to be pushed to a point of disgust.

Shashank wrote a very heart melting take on Kaarunya. As I always say he is one of the few fictional writers who can evoke a treasure of emotions with his pen (hope you make up for this one j). I have high hopes on Bibhastam as well.

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A-Z Challenge – Bravery

 

B brave

 

The cold stares and constant murmurs made her feel uneasy.

She had overnight become star albeit in an unpleasantly unique way.

Girls would peep into their phones and back at her and boys in groups would make sleazy gestures and drop pickup lines.

Walking up the podium she adjusted the microphone and bravely spoke, “dear friends, yes the girl in the MMS is me, I had sex, consensual sex to rest all rumors, it’s just that I trusted the wrong guy and all I say to you is don’t lose faith as I feel I will be loved again and this time truly.”

The auditorium went silent before she greeted the chief guest who applauded her for accepting it bravely and seeing life positively.

 

Hope you felt the grip same as I did in Shashank’s post on Anger, for the next letter we have chosen B for BRAVERY. For another intriguing flash fiction see what his magic pen has woven here.

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A-Z Challenge – Anger

angry

 

Every night she would give in, surrender to his painful ways which he called making intimate love.

He would crush her, squeeze and tear her flesh night after night as her shrieks would echo the room; he would laugh feeling superior at the passionate moans.

It was when he turned his back for another carnal act when she stabbed him in the back seventeen times with a kitchen knife.

Her buried anger gave her the strength to stop the beast once and for all from killing her soul.

“My heart fills with disgust and just can’t fathom the guts the wretched woman has to kill her husband and run away”, the inspector told the constable examining the body lying naked in a pool of blood.

 

The start of A-Z challenge (http://www.a-to-zchallenge.com/) and my first emotion on the EmoIntel theme  is A – Anger. to feel the emotion in a different yet unique way read Shashank’s take on anger here.