Sunday 28 June 2015

Very few, yet adequate


I am amazed how some writers express their views in just a few words/sentences. Different kinds of writings have never failed to intrigue me hence, I decided to execute this experiment. Very few, yet adequate. I chose this particular title, as I have tried to write short stories, one of them being just a 6-word story.

  • I could feel the comfort of his arms, only till I was asleep.


  • Her mellifluous voice was buried. Forever.


  • She kept feeding the toxic plant; their flowers had once provided comfort. She feared complete dissolution.


  • She could not wait for the time when they would live together and each moment she would fall in love with him all over again. The only conundrum being that she could not afford that teddy.

  • "My life is incomplete without you," she read the letter merrily and kept it safe.She clung to the statement and fought with her parents and with a firm belief in his words until she saw him mocking over her grief.

  • "I will be there," he wrote while he was drunk.She reopened her eyes only to see herself falling from the cliff.

  • Her life ended. It rained heavily. The universe mourned along with me for my better half.

  • She wanted to talk; but she preferred writing. She lost faith in people and befriended books.

  • Once she got acquainted with the same pain, she wished to suck it all from her dad. She loved him.

  • I think she relied on me to save her, to bring her out of the hell she was being seeped in, oblivious of the fact that I was a mere human, incapable of performing miracles.

  • She was afraid of the dawn and mistook the heaven for hell, for it was God performing the deed to set her free.

  • Advent of dusk brought her home where one day we all shall go, this shall keep me neat as one day I know we are bound to meet.

P.S- The last two stories came as a reply for the one above them. It is not written by me. Rest of them are self-written. Feedback is valuable. Thank you for reading.

Remembering you...

  And if I was to think of you again, you remind me of all the gentle things in life. Like the comfort of my pink blanket, a hand to hold on...