Irrelevant

He looked at Sun. It was about to set. He could hear the music. It was heart wrenching.

He had given ten prime years of his life to the band. But today he was irrelevant; as irrelevant as dry leaves floating aimlessly in cold air. Why? What was his fault? Did he deserve this fate?

He looked at Sun. It had set. He could still hear the music.

Suddenly he felt that this could not be the end. No, it can’t end like this.

He looked at trees, in autumn they looked beautiful. He smiled. Sun would rise.

Word count 98

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Lollipop

“Lollipop.”

That’s what they called him; and he hated each one of them for that. He had also given names to them; and each name was as nasty as it could be. But he could only fret for he was too timid to call them by those names.

He happened to be nearby when their car dived into the lake. He jumped without thinking; lake was not deep and he was a good swimmer.

“Lollipop.”

But the word was said with admiration. He smiled and called back, “Croakroach.”

Everyone including Croakroach laughed, they thought it was cool.

Word count 97

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The Party

When everything was ready he said, let us start the party.

But she was uncertain, is that Sun peeping through those bottles.

No, it is the new light.

No, it is Sun. I know and I don’t like it.

Why are you doing this? Why do you create a scene every time I invite my friends?

But why is Sun peeping through those bottles?

He held her. She was shivering.

He was the only child we had after sixteen years and you won’t even cry.

Only he knew that he had been crying ever since. But he hated telling her.

Word Count 100 words.

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