The face #Drabbleweek #100words

Aisha was returning home alone; on the usual secluded stretch flanked by tall trees and row-houses on either side. As she approached an empty house, eerie thoughts filled her mind.

In a flash of a moment, she saw someone’s shadow on the window glass. Even as her mind ran amok with thoughts of a haunted house, the shadow moved.

 Petrified, Aisha stood rooted to the ground.

Then she began to laugh aloud. The shadow that eerily resembled a human was that of a tree; cast from outside and not within.

“I need to stop reading spooky novels” she thought amusedly. 

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Word count: 100

Written in response to the day 6 prompt " Suddenly, it moved" at Drabble week for marathon bloggers.

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The duel #55fiction #Drabbleweek

The nails made a deep scar on her back and she writhed in pain. Not to accept defeat, she turned around to give a resounding punch on the opponent’s cheek.

“How dare she snatch him from her?”

A gory battle ensued with the rivals clawing fiercely, wounding each other. 

All this for a dead rat! 

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Word count: 55

Written in response to the day 5 prompt " claws" at the Drabble week for marathon bloggers.

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Life in a kitchen #Drabbleweek #100words

“Ouch! Why can’t she be more careful? My sides are hurting” complained the ladle to the pan.

“At least your butt is saved. Be thankful for that” scorned the old pan. “Uff! Children these days! Cannot bear even a slight pain” he thought.

The wise pan had gone through a lot of bruises, burns and scratches in his flavourful lifetime but also understood life.

His thoughts were interrupted by a strong whistle followed by a shy, nervous whistle.

He chuckled to himself as he noticed the subtle romance brewing between the handsome cooker and the new entrant-a beautiful curvy kettle. 

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Word count: 100

Written in response to the day 5 prompt " Talking vessels" at Drabble week for marathon bloggers.

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The mask #Drabbleweek #55fiction

The relatives pored over the wedding album oohing and aahing over the photo-shopped poses.

“Oh, look at this picture! She’s blushing so much.” Exclaimed one

“Of course, it must our Sunny beta’s love.” Gushed another

Inside, a red-faced Neha grit her teeth; “it’s the damn sun and not your nincompoop Sunny” she wanted to scream.

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Word count: 55

Written in response to the day 4 prompt " her face reddened" at the Drabble week for marathon bloggers.

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Will he? #Drabbleweek #100words

Poorva had heard the phrase many times during her childhood. Her mother ‘s exasperated tone,” oh God! The milk is all over the stove again. I should’ve known. Never send a man to do a woman’s job!”

Her granny would nod silently but mutter under her breath,” If only you did all the chores, my son might never have to visit the kitchen.”

Poorva always pondered about the generation difference and also the growing shift in the man’s attitude towards a so-called woman’s job.

She prayed that her man would make the crossover to be successful in the woman’s arena. 

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Word count: 100

Written in response to the day 4 prompt " Never send a man to do a woman's job" at Drabble week for marathon bloggers.

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If I were an animal #Drabbleweek #100words

Jumping, growling, scratching

Howling, screaming, chattering

Loitering about without a hurry

Unrestrained when in fury

Rules of the game, no one dare change

Only the strongest can manage

Long ago, only animals operated thus

Alas! We humans are in a similar circus

Considering ourselves to be greater

Trying to race past against nature

A folly, to realize only in future

Perhaps, if I were an animal

I’d laugh and not marvel

The myths, I’ll dispel,

“Of higher conscious, you are capable

Yet, choose to live below your level

Why the arrogance and the pride

When you live in greater divide”

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Word count: 100

Written in response to the day 3 prompt " If I were an animal" at the Drabble week for marathon bloggers.

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Pet Peeve #Drabbleweek #55fiction

He made sure the soiled socks were put away for wash and the cabinet doors locked in place. He took care to not load the clothes inside out into the washer. 

He never understood why she made a big deal of these things, her pet peeves.

Yet, he didn't want her annoyed today, her birthday!

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Word count: 55

Written in response to the day 3 prompt " Pet peeve" at the Drabble week for marathon bloggers.

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The pumpkin story #100words #Drabbleweek

“Alice took the enormous pumpkin and ran for her life. She didn't want to be spotted by the elves that had perhaps hidden the pumpkin under the banyan tree.

All of a sudden, she tripped on a huge boulder and the pumpkin flew off her hand. Alice’s eyes grew wide in horror as she witnessed the pumpkin hit the ground with a mighty fall.

THUD! It made a huge noise and exploded splashing red blood all over Alice.”

The school bell rang to signal the end of the story-telling period forcing Deepa to continue the story for the next session.   

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Word count: 100

Written in response to the day 2 prompt " The pumpkin exploded" at the Drabble week for marathon bloggers.

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His last wish #Drabbleweek #55fiction

He struggled but his breaths were getting shorter.

He wanted to hear her incessant chatter, witness the cute dimples when she smiled. He wanted to survive. Would this be his last wish?

Suddenly he felt life being pumped into him.

“At last a place to charge my phone.”

There was relief in her voice too.

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Word count: 55

Written in response to the day 2 prompt " His last wish" at the Drabble week for marathon bloggers.

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She fell flat on her rear #100words #Drabbleweek

Anu never liked children. So, before the couple moved into their new home, she had made discreet inquiries to make sure there weren’t any families with little children.

That afternoon, Anu ventured out to the nearby nursery to pick some of her favourite saplings.   

She remembered walking brusquely and then falling flat on her rear. Annoyed and embarrassed Anu quickly rose to stare into a twinkling pair of eyes.

The brute had his mouth full of a freshly peeled banana.

 “Solly..” he babbled endearingly with a contrite look. “Aunty hurt?”

“Why am I not angry?” wondered Anu, her heart melting.

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Word count: 100

Written in response to the day 1 prompt " She fell flat on her rear" at the Drabble week for marathon bloggers.

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A broken promise #Drabble Week Day 1 #55fiction

Raina had once made a promise to an unwed mother, her best friend.

Coming of age had been tough enough, but snide remarks from her peers about her birth had been too much for Aditi to handle.

Raina took a deep breath and called Aditi to her side.

Some promises were meant to be broken.  

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Word count: 55

Written in response to the day 1 prompt " The broken promise" at the Drabble week for marathon bloggers.

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