Showing posts with label 55-Fiction. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 55-Fiction. Show all posts

Wednesday, April 02, 2008

55-Fiction Part 2

The killing

She stared in apprehension, as the man moved forward; wielding the big knife which he had just sharpened. He raised the knife, and brought it down with a huge thrust. Chop! Chop! She shut her eyes and stifled a scream. He finished chopping, and handed over the pork to her, and she walked away hurriedly.

The ambush

He nodded to his two accomplices, as they crouched in position, holding their guns. They heard the approaching footsteps from their hiding place. As the sounds came closer, the three ambushed their target, spraying their water guns. However, bucketfuls of water were splashed on them by the girls, who shouted “Holi Hai!” with mischievous delight.

The shell

He felt he was rather ugly, and hence remained wrapped up in his own shell, not giving a damn about the world outside him. He remained in hiding for two days, not eating anything. When he woke up from his slumber, he broke through his cocoon, and realized he had transformed into a beautiful butterfly.

The stalker

Wherever she walked, the sound followed her. She tried to escape from the source of the sound, and looked over her shoulder at every turn, but saw no one stalking her. She paused to catch her breath, and found that an old tin can with a crooked wire had snagged her dupatta, causing the sound!

Eye exercise

She was wearing a gorgeous yellow dupatta, and her straight hair was neatly plaited. Her luscious lips and expressive eyes nearly took away his breath. He walked across the pavement, staring at her, his eyes taking in every detail of her svelte body. However, his eyes missed the lamp post, which was in his path.

Butterfingers

The cricket ball sailed towards butterfingers at the boundary line, and to his surprise his slippery hands safely pouched the red sphere. He was elated, and began dancing in front of the audience. However, his team mate ran to him and shook him angrily. “Idiot, it’s a no-ball, and they have already run five runs!”

55-Fiction Part 1

What is 55-Fiction? It is nothing but a story consisting of exactly 55 words. Such stories add a new dimension to the art of story telling. Here are some of my attempts on these.

Love story

He had fallen in love with her at first sight, and made attempts to woo her. She was smitten by his constant attention, but her house members were opposed to his presence. But one night, he managed to sneak in and do it with her. Now, she has delivered a litter of six mixed-breed puppies.

The best choice

He stood in the center of the shopping mall, reveling in the wonderful ambience. The place was full of youngsters, who had come to enjoy the evening with friends, and children frolicking about with their parents. This is the perfect choice to send a message he thought, as he detonated the bomb on his body.

The truth

“How dare you take my Robert from me?” the voice screamed as she held the phone at arm’s length, shocked to hear from her boyfriend’s former girlfriend. Tim removed his ear from the door keyhole, and returned to his room with a smile. His sister and Robert would not give him sleepless nights any more.

The perfect script

He had written the perfect script for his new novel, after months of endless research and sleepless nights. But now it was ruined. Everything was undone in a single minute. He glanced at his manuscript sorrowfully, the pages stained with rich red blood. He hadn’t expected killing his wife to be a messy task

The chicken question

A small town man came to the city, and had lunch in one of the non-vegetarian hotels. He scoured the menu, and ordered a plate of chicken 65. When the chicken arrived, he saw only 5 pieces. “Where are the remaining 60 pieces?” he asked. The waiter replied “Sorry I can’t say! Word limit reached!”