Monthly Archives: May 2013

A lesson in History

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 story based on a photo prompt.

My story follows the photo prompt below

This time I have gone way about the word limit. My apologies in advance !

Last couple of weeks haven’t been able to check many of the stories. This week I hope to do better. 🙂

Copyright – Danny Bowman

What is this grandpa?” asked Timber Pluto pointing to the picture in his Universe history book

It’s what humans call a phone. They use it to talk to each other. ”

They don’t have 3D image conferencing ?”

No, their race is in a primitive state. During the cold war era we camouflaged some our teleportation devices as payphones to send spies”

To conquer earthlings ?”

Sheesh why would we want to do that? Don’t we have enough problems of our own? We sent them to get the secret formula of this liquid they call – alcohol”

What for?”

Ahh.. emm.. I shouldn’t have told you this. It’s classified”

Grandpaaaa..aa.aa!!!”

Okayyyy.. Supposedly it can transport the consumer to another universe”

So did we get the formula?”

Nope. Those spies after tasting alcohol decided to stay back on earth and destroyed all our teleportation devices. Enough of all this, just study what’s in the school books.. that’s enough”

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Fence

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.

My story follows the photo prompt below

Copyright – Sarah Ann Hall

 Fence

 Their family migrated during the war-torn, drought times. They stood side by side, picked up plows and tilled the land hoping against hope. The winds changed, war got over, the barren land turned green and filled greed in their hearts. The brothers now stood against each other, picked up arms and erected fences to demarcate boundaries.

Seasons flew by, they prayed for rains only on their side of the fence. Their hearts filled with envy to see the lush green on the other side of the fence. Winter fetched them away. They now lay together, side by side, beneath the earth.

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As I wrote this, I remembered Rabindranath Tagore’s poem which I am sharing below

Where the mind is without fear and the head held high;
Where knowledge is free;
Where the world has not been broken up into fragments by narrow domestic walls;
Where words come out from the depth of truth;
Where tireless striving stretches its arms towards perfection;
Where the clear stream of reason has not lost its way into the dreary desert sand of dead habit;
Where the mind is led forward by Thee into ever-widening thought and action;
Into that heaven of freedom, my Father, let my country awake.

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In vino veritas…or not

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.

My story follows the photo prompt below

Copyright-Ted Strutz

‘In vino veritas…or not’

“You know how I got this scar”

“Nope” replied the bar tender

“People were scared to enter the Elephanta cave at the far end. I went in there and guess what? This bloody hundred-eyed black monster attacked me. I ran out and this demon with a big tail bites my hand. Well I gave it a good punch” he roared raising his glass of vodka “Finally this big foot runs towards me with his big club…”

“Honey you had one too many. There were bats in the cave, a monkey bit your hand and the security guard with his big stick shooed the monkey away. Now let’s go home”

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This story is inspired from my visit to the Elephanta caves. These are sculpted caves situated on Elephanta island and have been designated as UNESCO World Heritage Site. Of course the story is a fiction! There are no bats in the caves. There are monkeys around but they don’t trouble anybody unless one becomes adventurous and tries to feed or tease them ! There are security guards to help people around :). I enjoyed my trip to these caves. Interested to know more about the caves ? Check the link -> http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Elephanta_Caves

I am on a vacation this week and might take time to get back on comments or checking other stories 😦

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The Haunted Mansion

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.

My story follows the photo prompt below

Copyright –Kent Bonham

Genre: Fiction

The Haunted Mansion

 He inherited the mansion, its surrounding estates and riches. Yet had none to assuage his lonely heart.

The thought of jumping off the mansion occurred to him quite often. Many a time he climbed to its roof but vertigo got the better of his intention as he neared the ledge.

A split second before he drifted away, he saw the tall mansion rise before him and smiled at having tricked his nemesis. As simple as falling in bed on one’s back.

Aila screamed “Master has fallen down call the ambulance”

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** I am not sure if the story comes out clearly so adding a bit of an explanation 🙂
Nemesis here refers to his vertigo problem. He avoids it by jumping off the ledge backwards i.e. like falling into bed on one’s back, so as to avoid looking down from the top of the mansion and trigger a vertigo incident. Bit of a stretch on the imagination possibly?

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