The New Guy

Genre: Drama?

He was coming over the first time. She baked pasta, set the table, put out the wine glasses, remembered his alcoholic past and put them away.

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He dressed in his best shirt, put cologne, checked his breath, stepped out of the house, went back in, took a gulp of vodka and got out again. She had invited him over the first time.

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She smelled alcohol when he kissed her, insisted on taking the food to the porch. He blabbered all evening; every move exaggerated. She stared at the lanterns on the table, mulling if it would come to that.

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99 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.

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A Closet Love Story

Genre: RomCom, Drama (I guess)

I bought it from a scrap dealer and we built it together. Steve and I…

Steve, my Stevie… He told me he was ready to come out in the open…

Stevie promised while I stared into his hazel green eyes.

Stevie drove while I dreamed of us together.

Stevie lied while I paid his bills.

I saw him with a woman last night. He looked through me.

I ripped the board we had so lovingly put next to the driver’s seat – more women revealed themselves. Women! Liar.

Liar… LIAR! I know he loves me, the coward.

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96 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 photo prompt is provided by Beth Carter. I just love this prompt. I can’t tell enough how much. I had so many ideas looking at it, I will keep thinking about it for a long time!

The Prompt:

Copyright – Beth Carter

My story this week is as inspired by the prompt as it is (strangely) by the following song:

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Escalation

Genre: Humor

I am not going to Betsy’s house again! She and her cat are the meanest of creatures!

And that hideous backyard of hers!

Two summers past, Bruno went to fetch in her backyard and hasn’t returned since!

Every time I ask, her cat cuddles to her leg and smiles from ear to ear. I hear Bruno barking. But not a sight of him anywhere!

This year’s General Witches Meet, I will have to raise this. My business has hit, my potions are not selling now that my secret ingredient is gone. I need Bruno’s piss!

I want my dog back!!

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100 words for this week’s Friday Fictioneers.

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 photo prompt is provided by Janet Web.

The prompt:

copyright – Janet Webb

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Theatre 101 – Day 1

“First day, easy exercise. Look into my eyes, think of the person you don’t want to think of ever and with all the air in your lungs, yell at me – YOU! It’s simple.”

Adrian stood at the centre of the stage, under a single spotlight – nimble on his feet, hair tied in neat pony, back straight as a sentry – like he owned the theatre, its air, its mood, even the people inside. His penetrating gaze scanned through the almost empty seating and stopped at the only person who was eagerly waving her hand in the air, trying to catch his attention.

“Would you like to be the first one?” He scanned through the rest of the seating, fixing his eyes to the farthest end of the theatre, albeit for a fraction of a second. “So be it. Come on up.”

Debbie, trying to act every part of the example she was about to set, walked gracefully to the stage. As she entered, a second spotlight fell on her and followed her as she walked closer to Adrian.

She took a deep breath; put her left hand on her hip and with an exaggerated swing of her right index finger spat out, “You!”

The shrillness of her voice resonated from the walls. Adrian stood like a rock. “A sincere but bad effort.” He spoke softly. “If only you had listened to what I said than just hearing my words before raising your arm in the air, perhaps it would have been an iota better. But that wouldn’t have been a lot either. Nevertheless, thank you for being the only enthusiastic one in this class of zombies.” He smiled curtly.

There was a little stirring in the class as Debbie got back to her seat awkwardly, averting the eyes of her peers.

“Is there a Cassy in this class? The one recommended by the mighty famous Rubello?” Adrian asked, stressing extra softly at the adjectives.

The farthest end of the theatre stirred. “That would be me.” A hand stuck out in the air.

“Step up for us, will you now Cassy. Let me take a good look at you – the girl Rubello staked his reputation for.  What was it he said about you? Beacon of young actors? And where did he meet you exactly? If the talks are to be believed, he met you at a small retail store conning him with a fake discount offer of sorts? Fascinating how the grapevine works. Anyway, do you mind showing us all what he saw in you, wherever that was? Rubello… the acclaimed actor for years, my peer in this very institute thirty years ago… I want to know what’s become of his judgment since.”

Cassy walked to the stage, struggling to gather her thick wavy hair in a rubber band.

“Yeah, so what lines are we reciting?” she asked, rubbing her hands, shifting her weight from one leg to the other.

Adrian arched an eyebrow, trying to make sense of her question.

“You see, I was listening to Eminem on my iPod when someone nudged me to raise my hand. So I have no clue what you said till someone nudged me again to walk to the stage. So what are we doing, fill me in Proff…. Sorry didn’t catch your name. I am Cassy by the way. Nice meeting you. You have a nice setup here. You don’t see us, we don’t see you if we don’t want to. I like it. Convenient.” She winked.

The class erupted in laughter, but one sharp shift of Adrian’s gaze brought silence back again.

“So, you didn’t listen to a word I said all this while?” Adrian asked in a low voice, a strand of hair falling to his face.

“That is correct.” Cassy nodded, hands on her hips.

For the first time since the class had begun, Adrian seemed to lose control of the situation. He fumed and looked around dangerously.

“You… prick of a girl. How dare you talk to me like that! I always knew Rubello’s mediocre acting experience could only manifest into such notions of good acting! Whatever he might be outside, I call the shots in this institute, and I will have you out of these premises before the day ends. It is but my solemn pledge.”

“Why, that would make me 100$ rich! I bet Ruby boy I won’t last a day. I could ask for an extra bonus for winning with such flying colors! We are… what 45 minutes into the first day? How awesome is that!” Cassy chuckled.

Adrian was wild and confused with anger. “You!” He growled, hurt like a child. “You!” He looked at her like he could rip her apart.

Cassy, no longer laughing crossed her arms and stood still. “I think you are not doing it right Adrian, it needs to be louder than that. Fill your lungs and spit it out is what you said, right? Something like this I s’pose.” Cassy stepped closer to Adrian, eyes wide staring into his, arms still crossed, body relaxed and feet light. Her face a stone, only her mouth moved as a deafening, loud and intense voice came out. “YOU!”

Adrian stepped back in shock, a look of pure hatred on his face at the realization of what just happened.

Cassy began to descend the stage, but turned back again. “Oh, and the grapevine is right. I was conning Rubello at the retail store, but the offer was not fake… only strategically worded. It is part of my job. I am a sales girl you see. Rubello told me about you. He told me there’s a weeping woman behind the curtain of your primness.  Be good to Debbie next time, she works as hard as you used to back in your day. You don’t have to be your professor. Be the difference you wanted to see.”

“This… You… I… I will not spare you girl, I promise”, Adrian spoke feverishly; sweat trickling from his temple.

“Oh but do spare me please! Frankly, this is a waste of time. You have fun with your art and craft, while I experiment at the truth lab that’s real world. And, here’s my card. Drop in at my store sometime. I would love to have you as one of my closed opportunities! Yes, I am that good.”

She sauntered out of the theatre, humming Space Bound.

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This is my entry for Inspirational Monday this week hosted by BeKindReWrite. I have used the prompts – “woman behind the curtain” and “the truth lab”.

Inspirational Monday is a word-prompt challenge with no stringent word limit where various word prompts are given to choose from and spin a story around anytime before the next Monday. You have the creative freedom to use the prompt anyway you like. It is an enjoyable exercise and worth trying!

To check this week’s prompts and last week’s entries, please click here.

The Brilliant Buffoon

Genre: Humor

“Did you see him? Sitting on the podium picking his nose as the chief spoke! I couldn’t believe my eyes!”

“Who didn’t? His secretary nudged him… too late though.”

“That man might be a brilliant scientist but he needs 101 on social etiquette. I feel sorry for his secretary – desperately trying to keep him from trouble while he handpicks the choicest of moments. Remember him snoring at the charity musical?”

“Matter of time before his buffoonery outwits his brilliance. His poor secretary – always a heartbeat late in saving him from the next fiasco, deserves a new boss!”

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100 words for Friday Fictioneers this week, inspired from real life incidents.

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 is an intriguing art form, David Stewart happened to chance upon. Perhaps his photography skills added to the intrigue!

The Prompt:

Copyright – David Stewart

Family

“How was the party m’love?” Dad asked Lorita.

“No place for a twelve year old as I had told you earlier too Dad. I had to baby-sit her all evening!” Stella complained before Lorita could open her mouth. “Jeff was chasing Renae and Maggie and I was stuck with your love.” She continued petulantly, throwing her clutch bag on the couch and sliding her stole to the ground.

“What? Renae and Maggie? You insult me sister. If you didn’t notice, they were chasing me, like the rest of them,” Jeff came out of the bathroom, struggling with one of his cuff-links. “You were the one devouring Scott with your eyes. Too bad he wasn’t paying attention.”

“Enough both of you! You just need a reason to fight. As if you were not noticing, I was talking to your younger sister here. So sweetling, how was your first late evening party?” Dad asked Lorita again.

Lorita took a long breath and rolled her eyes. “It was so boring. Stella told Renae she looked beautiful, Renae told Maggie she looked ravishing and both of them told Stella she had a glow and they all started laughing. Scott came with his girlfriend who laughed like a hyena according to Stella, though she sounded alright to me. And Jeff found a mirror on an adjoining pillar where he practiced his annoying pout ALL EVENING, or at least whenever he got a chance. And you know what was worse Dad? These guys didn’t have dessert! They didn’t even ask me if I wanted to have it! I am never going with them again.”

Stella and Jeff stood amused. Jeff rested his elbow on Stella’s shoulder and whispered loudly in a fake scientific tone “The subject shows human behavior in privacy. Though subdued, almost vegetative in public, it has a great flair of recollecting incidents where it passed unnoticed otherwise.” He slouched and walked closer to Lorita and she started laughing. “Oh look, it has teeth!”

“Get away from her Jeff. She is my fearless child; she has fangs and claws too!” Dad chimed in.

“Come, I will give you your dessert. There’s some chocolate mousse in the fridge.” Stella kicked her sandals aside and walked to the kitchen.

Dad smiled, an embracing warm feeling filled his heart. He loved his kids, and better still his kids loved each other.

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This is my entry for Inspirational Monday this week hosted by BeKindReWrite – first this year (not proud of it). I have used the prompts – “it has teeth” and “fearless child”.

Inspirational Monday is a word-prompt challenge with no word limit where various word prompts are given to choose from and spin a story around anytime before the next Monday. You have the creative freedom to use the prompt anyway you like. It is an enjoyable exercise and worth trying!

To check this week’s prompts and last week’s entries, please click here.

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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