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This is an entry for the  Friday Fictioneer‘s hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Open to all , ready to rack the right side of the brains!.

The objective is to write a 100 (word limit is not rigid) word story based on a photo prompt.

Copyright-Claire Fuller


Staring at his laptop screen he wondered, if it was worth attempting his own novel? Names known and unknown, belonging to varied genres filled his bookshelf on the opposite side of the room. Intimidated by the prospect of matching the sheer brilliance of successful authors, waves of questions arose in his mind. Whom shall he write like? Was he good enough? Increasingly he felt restless, each passing fraction of a second seemed like eternity. He took a deep breath, in that instant it dawned on him. “Be yourself; everyone else is already taken.”*


*“Be yourself; everyone else is already taken.” – Oscar Wilde

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Lady, Hunter, Tiger !

“Ladyyy, Hunterrrr… Tigerrrrr!”. I woke up to the scream, realizing it was a small girl who had just climbed into the bus. Her mom was definitely not amused, her eyes swelled to twice its eyes signalling to her daughter to keep it low. A few minutes passed by in silence and my eye lids drooped. “Ladyyy, Hunterrrr.. Tigerrr” roared the little girl again jolting me out of my slumber! This time another kid had hopped into the bus. Both the kids hit it off like a bus on fire and let run a riot. Amid giggles and laughter the kids shouted and roared lady, hunter, tiger ! The bus was mostly empty and those on the bus didn’t mind the racket. Everybody had a curious look on their face trying to figure out what the two little girls were up to.

After keen observation ;), I figured it to be a new variation of rock-paper-scissors. A ladyyy was signified by crossing hands across the chest (still not able to figure out the symbolism here), a hunterrrr by shaping a pistol out of the palm while the tiger by shaping both the palms like a claw and raising them above the shoulders, in level with the ears while the face expressing a growl! The kids would scream lady, hunter, tiger and pick one of the 3 characters and depending on the choice each made the stronger of the two characters would win the round. The irony of this arrangement meant that the might beast would devour the lady in a jiffy, but against the hunter’s pistol it stood no chance. While the hunter would be overwhelmed by the lady’s charm!

The kids strangers a while ago, oblivious to the surroundings, lost in their own happy world, roared out in laughter as I stepped out of the bus. A simple ladyy, hunterrr and tigerrr was enough to strike the bond of friendship. Makes we wonder why the adults can’t get along as well ?

Committee Report

This is an entry for the  Friday Fictioneer‘s hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Open to all , ready to rack the right side of the brains!.

The objective is to write a 100 (word limit is not rigid) word story based on a photo prompt.

I have exceeded the word limit for this story by a bit. Your comments/suggestions/critiques are welcome ! 🙂

copyright-Janet Webb

Genre: Part Fiction, Part Reality !


The Honorable President
Global Wasp Community

             The department inquiry into yesterday’s incident revealed that a boy without provocation, attacked the nest by pelting stones. To protect the nest, flying officer Shelder  stung the boy lightly. Later in retaliation, a human fumed the colony, leading to its annihilation.

               Other wasp colonies have reported explosions triggered by humans to injure and kill fellow human beings. Even the wild beast in the animal kingdom doesn’t attack unless provoked, much less kill its own kind. This has led the Department to conclude that “Humans are savages”. Any attempt to establish and improve bilateral ties with them, shall, in the view of the department be a futile exercise.

Yours Faithfully,
Head of Dept. For Human Behavior Study
Wasp Centre

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Person, Place, Thing

This story has been written as part of wordpress writing challenge.
Note: The challenge asks to go to a place observe people and write about it. I have taken a different approach and written a totally fictional story while trying to incorporate the theme of Person, Place, Thing.


         Life is part, if not entirely an accident. Where one is born, one’s family, the place of birth are all ordained by fate. Yet each individual alters the course of destiny from thereon, by asserting his/her free will, making choices.

“Put your hand on a hot stove for a minute, and it seems like an hour. Sit with a pretty girl for an hour, and it seems like a minute. That’s relativity.” – Einstein.

3 months had passed by, yet it felt like a minute. She had walked into the office, winter at its peak. Signs of weariness from flying across continents barely visible on her face. Her deep eyes shone, her olive skin glowed, jet black hair flowing across her shoulders. She had a upright gait and came across as self assured. Dressed in a smart white business suit, curving around her slim waist, she looked fresh as a rose with a slender stem placed in a vase. Then again, in his delirium, she might have appeared as Aphrodite. With his more hip colleagues around, Sunil never stood a chance. But fortune smiled on him, being at the right ‘place’at the right time ! He was the first to reach office that day and showed Kyra around. Conversations grew from that day onwards, revolving around project and life. She was from Greece, passionate about art, literature and music. She lived with her heart. He more with reason. Born and brought up in India, his life circled around math, science and spirituality. As days passed formality accorded to a stranger turned into the familiarity of a friend. Weekends were spent travelling around India.

 The last weekend was reserved for the symbol of love, Taj Mahal. The project was over and she would take a late night flight back to Greece.

It was built by emperor Shah Jahan in memory of his wife and today stands as a symbol of love” he said. Standing in front of the magnificent white marble structure. Four marble pillars form the corners of a square surrounding the main white domed mausoleum. Beautifully landscaped garden runs out from the gate till the front of the monument.

Centuries from now time might ravage the structure but it will always stand for the most precious ‘thing’ in life – love” he said philosophically.

So Mr philosopher which one will you be prefer ? Arranged marriage, as has been the traditional way in your culture or prefer to fall in love and get married?” she asked

Well mademoiselle, either way is welcome as long as love binds the marriage!” he replied enthusiastically

So do you have somebody that you are seeing currently?” she asked with a smile.

Oh I wish” he sighed

What sort of a person would you be looking for?” she quizzed

Ah somebody like you!” he quipped and laughed out loud.

She was taken aback not knowing what to make out of it “That might be difficult. God created me uniquely” she said, crossing her right feet behind her left and taking a theatrical bow.

There was an awkward pause and then he spoke slowly looking into her eyes “Then I guess my search for that ‘person’ is over”.

WordPress for Dummies !

When I decided to start this blog, I ran into a few issues and had to search around to learn about the features. It hit upon me that all new bloggers might run into the same issue. Therefore in this post I plan to consolidate all the links to some of the articles which helped me get started, hoping it saves time for the newbies !

How does one gets a blog on wordpress ?

Two options

a.) Get a free blog on like this one. How ? Easy, go to sign up and start posting !

b.) Download the software from and create a blog and get it hosted. This option would cost money for hosting.

To know the difference between a and head to this link

The material that follows is for those who decided to go with

Alright once you signed up and created a blog what next ?

Customize your blog

a.) Choose a Theme – How ? Follow this link

b.) Set up a Custom Background – Make your blog attractive with a custom background. Click here


Of course you need to post. How? Head here

Classify your post under appropriate Categories and Tags this helps people with similar interest to find your post

How to get the word out? Use Publicize to share your posts


Setting up Sharing buttons for your readers

Setting up f like & f share button under each of the posts at the same time

Check this link to learn how to format your posts

Setting up Custom Menu – These are helpful to create tabs like structure as on top of my blog (Fiction, Non Fiction etc)

Need inspiration to write ? You can join one of these writing challenges

Friday Fictioneers – a weekly challenge to write a 100 word story based on a photo prompt. I myself participate in this and am enjoying it.

Trifecta – again a writing challenge. Check out the site for more information.

WordPress Host a daily photo, weekly & daily writing challenges. Click here to find out more

Finally here is the support link which can be very useful !

Hope this information was useful? Please share your comments below. Also if there is some other useful information that can be added in this post share in the comments and I will update it in this post !

New users of wordpress can ask questions in the comment section and I will try to help out if I can 🙂

The Rider

This is another entry for the  Friday Fictioneer‘s hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Open to all , ready to rack the right side of the brains!.

The objective is to write a 100 word story based on a photo prompt.

Copyright – Sandra Crook

Genre: Fiction

The Rider

 “It’s time for me to get going.. again, welcome to the neighborhood son” said old man Joe

On his way out he remarked “Now how did get your hands on that antique?” amused to see junk fashioned into the shape of a bike

Long story.. you wouldn’t believe” replied Johnny

Don’t run around with that in this town.. especially during night times. The mafia will have your head” said Joe pointing a gun fashioned out of his palm, towards Johnny’s head

Well after tonight there might not be a problem at all” replied Johnny


For those wondering what this was about a hint – Ghost Rider 🙂



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Along came the Reaper

He was but a little boy 
        Playing on the ground

Pulling pig tails
                Pushing down innocent babes

Laughing and roaring as he slid down
                     Thud - broke the slide and the boy fell down

Along came the Reaper, to harvest the soul
              I am but a little boy, pleaded his soul

                                                               You been a devil all along, Why cry now ?

Pray give a chance
           I won't let you down

He behaved for a while
       But went back to his guile

Hogged like a swine
                Got drunk with wine

Puffed with weed
              Down the stairs, he fell down
                           Along came the Reaper to harvest his soul 

                                                             It's time to pay for your crime

Pray give a chance
           I won't let you down

He remained loyal to his wife, for a while
       But went back to his guile

Old age caught up with him
         His wife and kids left him
                 He remained all alone
                        His body withered, in pain
The ol' man cried for the Reaper
         But he never came along
Written in response to Daily Post challenge

Friday Fictioneer – Treasure Hunt

This is another entry for the  Friday Fictioneer‘s hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Open to all , ready to rack the right side of the brains!.

The objective is to write a 100 word story based on a photo prompt.

From Scott Vanatter with permission-Copyright- Indira

Genre: Fiction

Treasure Hunt

Alright everybody open the clue. Whoever cracks it first takes home the prize !” said Anita

             ‘The treasure awaits in a casket, with a stout stranger, partially bald, a

               loner, brown in colour. He is in love with Aphrodite and tries reaching

                 out to her in heaven.’

Ram saw the tree and was off in a flash. He found a neatly wrapped box under the tree.

His eyes lit up with anticipation as he opened the box only to find a note – ‘April Fool !’

I’m gonna kill you Anita” screamed Ram and dashed towards her.

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