Sunday, 9 August 2015

The Game


She was coy but demanding.
‘Sure, I’ll get it for you. I can pluck it any time you want,’ he was confidence personified.
‘You can’t even reach it.’
“Promise to be my mate and you will have it.’
‘I do.’
He smiled at his cleverness.
‘I am waiting,’ she said impatiently.
He too was waiting and he didn’t have to wait long. As the clouds covered the moon, he brought the glass bead that he had hidden in his burrow for such an eventuality.
She was amazed to hold the moon in her little squirrely hands. He had won, again.
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Monday, 3 August 2015

The Attack of Aliens.


‘The aliens are about to attack,’ said Pipi, who was just six but thought that he was old enough and smart enough to reflect on and talk about such matters.
‘So what do you plan to do? You must have thought of something to avert this attack,’ asked Pipi’s father in all seriousness.
‘Well, to be sure I have not been wasting my time, I do have a plan,’ Pipi was thoughtful in his words and manner.
‘You can share your plan with me; I won’t tell anyone anything about it.’
‘We human beings can’t match their fire power; they are far ahead of us in this field. But I think I can fiddle with their UPS.’
‘UPS?’ asked the father.
‘Universal Positioning System; if their UPS starts malfunctioning they will not find their way to the Earth.’
‘How do you plan to do it?’
‘Here is my device,’ Pipi said, unwrapping a cardboard pyramid with strange symbols painted on its three sides. He had a bright smile on face.
‘How does it work?’
‘This pyramid will generate energy waves that will destroy the memory chips of their UPS. But there is a problem? ’
‘What is that?’
‘I need some one to meditate and focus on this pyramid to unleash its energy. But we have to hurry; we can’t afford to waste even a minute’
‘Why don’t you go to bed; I will meditate.’
‘But you need to be careful, the Earth’s future is at stake,’ Pipi’s eyes said everything.
‘You can rely on me, I won’t let you down.’
Pipi would not go to sleep till his father had begun the meditation.
As minutes passed, Pipi was smiling in his sleep. The father thought that it was not a bad plan; meditation was doing him some good after a long and tedious day.
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A post for Three WordWednesday; word prompts- reflect, waste, tedious.

and Sunday Photo Fiction on a picture prompt.

Thursday, 30 July 2015

The Mask

As the clock struck two, the sorcerer woke up. It had been a tiring year and he was feeling completely soulless. He looked around. He knew that no one could see him unless he chose to be visible.
He was surprised to see that no one had cared to inspect the mask.
‘Why no one is curious about that mask? Have they come to suspect that it’s a trap? But that’s not possible?’
He had made elaborate preparations. It had taken him almost a year to plan everything to the last detail. He would, finally, become master of their souls. Someone had to just touch the mask and his magic would do the rest. The magic would spread like a contagion and everyone who got afflicted would forfeit his soul.  
No one, however, could be forced to touch the mask. His teacher had been rudely adamant. He could only lay a trap and wait.
When waiting became painful he decided to persuade someone to inspect and touch the mask.  
‘Don’t you think that mask over there is the finest piece of art?’ the sorcerer tried to be as subtle as was possible.
‘Which mask? I can’t see any mask,’ the man looked at the sorcerer;  he gave the sorcerer a mysterious look and vanished.
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Wednesday, 29 July 2015

Ring
                                        Photo prompt © G L MacMillan
The phone rang. He froze in fear. The bottles shuddered.
“What an idiot I was?  Why did not I refuse? I had promised to her that I would not get involved, not anymore. What will she think if she learns that I have let her down?”   
But there was no going back. The consequences would be terrifying.  
The phone would not stop ringing.
He lost his nerve. He locked himself in the room and disconnected the phone.
But it was foolish of him to think that he could evade his destiny. The bottles screamed when they opened the door, violently.
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A post for Friday Fictioneerson a picture prompt.
Word count 100


Tuesday, 28 July 2015

Hyena
Behind her she heard laughter, crude and demeaning. She could not control her tears that burned her eyes.
She wanted to look back but lacked the courage to do so. She cursed herself for being so naïve and trusting. How could she be so foolish as to fall for a cunning man like him?


The patient’s husband entered her chamber. She was stunned to see him. He too was taken aback. He tried to laugh. She thought, ‘he laughs like hyena.’
She smiled at his wife, “You are a lucky woman, no?”
He felt his heart sinking.
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The prompt – Start the post with, Behind her she heard laughter/ screaming


Saturday, 25 July 2015

Fake


‘That is the throne of the great king Zaa,’ father said to his little boy, pointing to an elegant throne kept in a huge glass case.
The father and the son were visiting the royal museum in this unfamiliar country in central Asia.
The son looked at the throne; he seemed unconvinced.
‘Are they sure?’ asked the son.
‘Why do you say that? In this country they revere Zaa as if he was a god. Everything that he had used is held in very high esteem by these people. This is a precious throne and in fact, once in a year, they pray before it. Many have people have tried to steal it. You see that glass case; it can withstand even a nuclear bomb.’
‘But something is wrong; this can’t be the throne of that great king.’
‘You mean they are fooling everyone with a fake.’
‘I don’t know; but I am certain that Zaa could have not used that throne.’
Father felt amused; how could this little boy be so sure that it was not Zaa’s throne? 
‘You recall what the guide had said,’ asked the boy.
Father looked askance at him.
‘He had said that Zaa was a huge man, he was a giant and weighed about four  hundred pounds. Now, how can a huge man weighing that much sit on a throne as small as that one?’ the son said, pointing to the throne in the case.
‘I think…..’ the father stopped abruptly.  
A couple of local officials were talking in hushed tones; they were looking at the little boy with suspicious, angry eyes.
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A post for Sunday PhotoFiction.


Friday, 24 July 2015

Proposal
He was extremely polished and charming; she got swept off her feet.
She ought to have been careful; his voice was less human and more metallic. She could have very easily sensed it, if only she had not got carried away by his heart warming smile and twinkling eyes. Had she been a little discerning she would have been prepared for what was to come. His metallic voice should have surely warned her.
She was head over heels in love with him and she had been eagerly waiting for him to reciprocate her feelings and eventually propose to her. But he was always restrained in his feelings; always less than optimal.  
The wait was becoming heartbreakingly long for her. It made her desperate.  A time came when she could no longer stop herself; and, one beautiful evening, she proposed to him. She was sure that he could not say no to her.
He smiled and said in his metallic voice, ‘Don’t you think you ought to marry a human being?’
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Word prompts- polished, metallic, optimal