Looking After

Genre: Urban, Slice of Life

“Sweet ma’am, 10 Rupees please, I’m hungry.”  He tapped the car’s window till the traffic signal turned green.

“Not so sweet ma’am, eh?” Latika teased as he ran back to the footpath amidst traffic.

“She was a fat whore! I made no money today.”  He lit a beedi and sat next to her.

“I made a good deal. Bunch of guys liked my gymnastics; gave me 100 Rupees. We can split it” She said, taking the beedi from him.

“Horny bastards! They touched you?” He asked.

She took a long drag of the beedi. “Only with their eyes.”

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98 words for Friday Fictioneers this week.

For the uninitiated, in case you are wondering what is going on here, read on. Friday Fictioneers is an excellent forum for people looking to have fun as they learn the nuances of writing. Every Friday a bunch of us write 100 words (no hard rules there) for prompts posted by Rochelle who runs the show.

This week’s prompt comes from Claire Fuller. Amazing art form, there is so much said in it, that words fall short. I felt a strong connection with the prompt the moment I saw it. But my heart sank at the same time, wondering what I would be doing with it!

I tried to write something different, something more real than fiction, at least in the part of the world I come from. Beggars are very common in India, and while it is very easy to feel sorry for the downtrodden, things are never as simple as they look. Nothing is black and white, only grey and greyer.  The story alludes to the prompt, albeit vaguely. Not sure if anyone else would feel the connection too.

The Prompt:

Copyright – Claire Fuller

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All Work and No Play

Genre: Bleh

“This should have worked,” Parul muttered under breath, eyes glued to the laptop screen, fingers battering the keyboard softly.

“Oii, it’s a vacation, remember?” Abraham yelled out.

“For you. I promised my boss that I will work from the beach,” Parul replied, eyes still glued on the laptop.

“Hey, beach time!” Ted called out with a toothy grin.

“I can’t. I have some work,” Parul replied sadly.

“And you say exactly that to your boss. With three extra words – ‘at the beach’,” Doug joined.

“C’mon, it’s Friday!” Rochelle walked in all soaked up from the beach.

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96 words for Friday Fictioneers.

All work and No Play has made Parul a dull girl.

My year has started with work in full throttle! I barely have time to sleep or eat or socialise. I sometimes wonder how I got to this stage! But then I know that already. Because “I” am a fool who likes to make her life difficult!

Apologies for not being a regular visitor on your blogs or not responding to comments lately. I miss it more than I can explain. *Hopefully* February will be different.

For the uninitiated, in case you are wondering what is going on here, read on. Friday Fictioneers is an excellent forum for people looking to have fun as they learn the nuances of writing. Every Friday a bunch of us write 100 words (no hard rules there) for prompts posted by Rochelle who runs the show.

This week’s prompt comes from Renee Heath. It’s a beautiful picture that would make anyone yearn for a vacation. Given my current situation, I stared at it a long while praying for a Narnia like trick. What? Even a dull girl can have imagination and hope and dreams! 😉

Copyright – Renee Homan Heath

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When Fools Reign

Genre: Mystical Period Drama (I guess)

“Is he here mother?” the petulant voice demanded.

“He is coming”. A sweet voice replied.

Their prisoner was dragged through the corridor.

“Mother!” the boy shouted in a raspy voice at the prisoner’s entry in the courtroom.

“Shh…” the queen held the trembling boy to her bosom.

“I, the king-to-be, shall bring justice”, the boy shrieked, gaining strength from his mother’s embrace. “Guards! Bring my crayons and this man’s photo. The scars on him should match my hand’s trail on his photo. Laugh at me now, you swine!”

The prisoner looked at the eighteen year old boy holding crayons, hiding behind his podgy mother.

“Lordling, I wouldn’t dare”, he said in a low voice.

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My 114 words for this Friday.

I strayed quite a bit from the photo prompt and exceeded the word limit, but hey, I made it!

For the uninitiated, in case you are wondering what is going on here, read on. Friday Fictioneers is an excellent forum for people looking to have fun as they learn the nuances of writing. Every Friday a bunch of us write 100 words (no hard rules there) for prompts posted by Rochelle who runs the show.

Click here to get to the main post to catch up on the rules and also entries of very able writers!

This week’s prompt is given by Rochelle herself. Rochelle, apologies for misusing the prompt. The odds of my writing this week were very low and when I got some spare time to write, I didn’t have the prompt, but a memory of it. It was only after I was done with the story that I remembered there was a very “modern” telephone that would make my period drama fall flat. But falling flat is how we learn to walk. And my memory has made me a worse victim before.

The prompt:

Copyright – Rochelle

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Rubin the Storyteller

Genre – Fantasy Fiction

Rubin the storyteller was back from another “adventure”. He flicked his wand and water dragons spewed fireworks in the sky. The river became a reflection of the illumination above.

Rubin always lied. Even the children knew it. He talked of self propelled chariots with only wheels, of humans who were crazy about “paper” – they exchanged it for food, for clothes, they even worked for it.

Today he was telling about something called “cinema” – some kind of amusement humans indulged in. He said dragons were considered fearful and destructive.

Rubin was a liar, but he had imagination, impressive fire-tricks too.

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100 words for Friday Fictioneers this week.

I would like to wish all the fellow Fictioneers a very happy and prosperous 2013. It has been a wonderful joyride, without a dull moment whatsoever. I hope we keep up the enthusiasm in the coming year and I hope I learn from all you amazing people! 🙂

For the uninitiated, first of all wish you a brilliant, star studded, beautiful and spectacular 2013! In case you are wondering what is going on here, read on. Friday Fictioneers is an excellent forum for people looking to have fun as they learn the nuances of writing. Every Friday a bunch of us write 100 words (no hard rules there) for prompts posted by Rochelle who runs the show.

Click here to get to the main post to catch up on the rules and also entries of very able writers!

The Prompt for this week came from Lora. Thanks for the prompt Lora. It’s a beautiful grand picture I wish I could do more justice to, but since Rochelle asked us to mention genres of the stories, I thought it was a good idea to actually explore different genres that I seldom write about. (Honestly, I hardly ever think of what genre my story falls in. This is a brilliant way of bringing some focus and discipline in my aimless writing. Thanks again Rochelle!) So this one was to strictly stick to the genre I wanted to write about this week.

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