The Forgotten Ones

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.

A Duel with the Devil

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…

Monkey Business

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.

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A Few Lessons From My Kid

I had a good time and learnt a couple of lessons when my son participated in one of his first competitive performances. It made me realize what we adults miss sometimes – not just that winning or loosing is just one’s perspective, that the terms of victory and defeat in themselves serve no meaning to those pure at heart.

Last weekend I learnt a couple of lessons – in that of parent’s pride (it’s a totally different sort of happiness) and that an adult can never master the art with which a child can toss a win or loss. They give two hoots really!

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