50 word story contest with the keyword trial
The field looked deserted. How he longed to feel again, the warmth of a hug; the strength in a kiss!
He heard footsteps in distance. The trial was over.
It was nearly dawn. His country would wake up to a beautiful morning – traded with the blood of his young platoon.
This is my entry for 50 word story competition with theme as foundation.
This is my fictitious take on what could have been the seed that laid the very foundation of bitcoin. The moment someone chose the pseudonym Satoshi Nakamoto. Massive thanks to reddit threads around this topic
“Another bailout? This system is broken completely!’.
Livid with rage, yet cautious as always. ‘I need a mask! Can’t proceed with as myself! It’s no less than self-annihilation; like hooking on to devil himself…
A wry smile erupted. ‘A hook to satanism – I love anagrams!’
Satoshi Nakmoto was born…
A story where one kid’s sacrifice means another’s gain in this world. I hope, by reading this, some kind of balance is seen about the way the world works!
“What is it mommy?“ Ivan came running from his hiding place after hearing his mother shouting his name for the seventh time. He had toyed with her enough. Now he badly needed a cuddle.
“Look over there Ivan“ Darya pointed to a small crowd that had gathered in the market square as she gathered him in her arms and lifted him to show something beyond the serpentine queue.
Continue reading “The Taste of True Faith”
My entry for a theme based story writing competition in my organization. I wrote under the theme “I wake up to find myself as a monkey in the zoo.” There was a 300 character word limit and the condition that the story must be funny and original.
‘It had to be here somewhere! The alarm clock… Strangely it was just giving a humming noise; it must be broken!‘
I woke up a bit dizzy. ‘This isn’t my bedroom… What’s with the stink?!’
‘Who are those kids and why are they behind bars? They don’t seem very sad.‘ It was then that the ‘aaha moment‘ hit me.
I looked down on myself and noticed the transformation. ‘I am monkey in a zoo! A shiver went down my spine – or whatever it is that a monkey has.‘
Continue reading “Monkey Business”
That day when we rid ourselves of corruption and greed; that moment when we fight, not among each other but FOR; that fleeting passage of time when we realize WE matter, then we can call ourselves FREE. Till then let us tread the hard path!
Long ago, when the world was chaotic, at a time, when no one knew the meaning of peace, when everything was gloomy, God decided to create a fine feathery creature; perhaps the last ray of light to rid the world of it’s dark times!
Continue reading “Road to Freedom”
An attempt to foresee the circle of afterlife as (if) told by someone experiencing it!
The Sun sets in the West – that’s what we’ve been told; or made to believe rather. Well, it’s certainly not the case here. I know it may sound stupid. But this place, wherever it is, never seems to go dark, something that I can only feel, for I seem to have lost the power of my sight; strange though it may seem, I can feel the warmth of the light. Anyway, I’ve always believed it’s all just relative – this light & dark business. You might conclude that I am lying; that would be a hasty decision. You haven’t seen, ahem, gone through what I’ve experienced here!
Continue reading “Life Beckons”
A short story about a person’s true “ecstasy” and how much this new found love means to him…
I was introduced to her by a pal of mine; a true pal he was. Though I still can’t make out why he had to kill himself in the way he did – hung to death for no goddamn reason! We all felt he was doing absolutely fine.
Continue reading “Ecstasy”
To me these are the kind of stuff heroes are made of!
The night was beautiful
The place was quiet
I had my companion found
In the melting candle’s wax!
Continue reading “Candle In The Night”
A look into what/ how cold the human mindset could become w.r.t. fellow beings/ nature!
It was one of the worst ever days in his life. In fact the past few weeks had been getting unbearable, to say the least. Born an orphan in a small village, he was certainly not one of the well known face to this world. He was in fact just a rag-picker, a street dog, leading not the kind of life that any of us would be familiar with!
If you can come to terms with your spirits being dogged down since tender ages (thanks to being homeless), your body complaining and tired (thanks to the daily meal of rotten food) and your mind having no reason to wake up (thanks to being jobless) then probably you’d get close enough to his feelings.
Continue reading “A Rag Picker’s Tale”
A quickie to illustrate what faith could mean to the less fortunate…
The town’s biggest (haughtiest) business man decided to pay a visit to the houses of the less fortunate.
On one such occasion, he visited the shed of old Jose who was the local coffin maker. For no good reason he decided to ridicule the old man’s job and joked out loud to those near him.
“Ah, here’s a profession that always needs an out-of-the-box thinking! You must be thanking god for putting you in this one Jose!”
A few around, realizing the jab and laughed out loud while others did the same mostly to impress the big man.
Continue reading “Faith”