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| Words: 234 Savita took down the curtain and wore it as a cape. It was important to feel the part, after all, while rehearsing. She had to get into the mood. She pinned the curtain on carefully and then positioned herself in front of the full-length mirror. She looked fine, she thought. She checked her front, then her side profile, then the other side. Standing at a bit of an angle, she began declaiming: "To be or not to be, that is the question." "Wuff, wuff, wuff," her poodle, named Poodlemere United, agreed. "Shhh, Poodlemere United. Don't be scared now, there's going to be a ghost." "Wuff, wuff." "You know the ghost is going to be my classmate, dressed up? You're clever." Savita faced the mirror again. "To be or not to ..." CRASH. She turned quickly, to find the floor full of flowers and water. The vase was broken. Poodlemere United had yanked at the table cloth and the contents of the table were on the floor. "What was that crash?" Savita's mother entered the room to find a bundle in a table cloth wriggling on the floor, and a girl wearing a cape guffawing on the bed. "Poodlemere United wants to be the ghost, and was trying to dress the part!" Savita managed to utter. "He's going to be a great actor, Mom!" "Oh dear, don't make me laugh now. Let's clean up this mess!" |
| Words: 300 Sujata picked up the remote and turned the TV off. She stared at the blank screen for a while before she sighed, shook herself, shoved her feet into her flip-flops and heaved herself off the sofa. No matter where her thoughts were, there was vacuuming to be done, the dinner to be seen to and the laundry to be sorted ... Yes, she was a wife and mother now, with typical wifely and motherly chores to do. She was quite happy doing them, and her husband, Bobby, did help whenever he could. The children were children - they made messes sometimes, but they weren't badly behaved or unruly. On the whole, Sujata was happy with her chosen lot. It was just that seeing Bharati on TV suddenly like that had jolted her. She couldn't even remember what their original quarrel had been about, but it had ruined their high-school best-friendship ages ago. Somehow, they hadn't been able to get the comradery back. They'd lost touch, and she hadn't thought of Bharati in years. And suddenly, there she was, participating in 'Win A Million' - wearing the ring Sujata had gifted her when they'd been in Grade 9. “This will bring you good luck.” Bharati had won the inter-school quiz for the overall trophy. Now, she was wearing it while participating on Win A Million, and was poised at 50k, to resume tomorrow ... Bharati had touched the ring each time she had answered a question correctly. Was that the mobile? Unknown number. But she'd answer. "Hello?" "Sujata? Bharati here. Years ago, you'd given me a ring. Now, I'm giving you a ring - but on the telephone - to tell you your ring is bringing me luck again." "It has brought me luck, too. You got my number and called me. I have your friendship back ..." |
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Deadl..." I enjoy WDC's birthday bash every year. People from all over the world come together and celebrate. It's a huge party. And working behind the scenes, we have two people - SM and SMs. What does it take, to mae a party successful? 1. Imagination. To think up, conceive the whole thing with a mix of old and new activities. 2. Preparation. Our leaders have been planning for weeks, months, for this. 3. Orchestration. Bringing all the different elements together in harmony. 4. Information. Getting people to know what's going on. 5. Participation. Getting people to log on and participate. That involves understanding what makes them participate and highlighting those aspects. 6. Perspiration. Hard work maintaining all the activities, keeping them going. 7. NO procrastination - all work done on time! Yes, it takes a lot to make a good party. We're blessed we have people who give a lot to we can have fun - and do a lot of learning, too!  |
Tell me, Mistress Hoarder What do you collect? I hoard handbags So I did detect!  You hoard handbags, She hoards jars of honey He hoards neckties They hoard their money. I wonder what pleasure Hoarders get, keeping things? What do they treasure What joy do objects bring? Why not, instead, hoard deeds Acts of courage and kindness Giving to those in need Acts that leave you blessed Hoard good manners Hoard words of wisdom Hoard love and friendship The best treasures in the kingdom Hoard! Hoard! Hoard healthy habits Hoard helpful hands Hoard honesty, hoard heroism Hoard heaving husbands  Hoard the virtues, Hoard the intangibles And then feel the gladness Of which you're truly capable! 28 LINES |
| All Words: 190 “You remind me of someone.” I spoke as I accepted the bowl of chocolate mousse. "Really?" he asked. "My hair, my eyes, my voice?" "No. The fact that you don't like chocolate. Funny, isn't it? I didn't imagine that there are two people in the world who don't like chocolate, and to think I've met both of them!" He laughed. "Where did you meet this other chocolate-anarchist?" "At an advertising copywriter's workshop 20 years ago. It wasn't buffet, it was like we're now, getting fixed trays. I was next to him in line. We didn't know each other, but he just put his bowl of chocolate mousse into my plate. Kind of like you did now." "Advertising copywriter's workshop. 20 years ago. Let me see. Was that at Manipal Hotel on St. Mark's Road?" My jaw dropped. He guffawed once more. "So there are NOT two chocolate-haters in this world after all. I retain my uniqueness in this matter, and I'm glad to make your acquaintance for the second time in each of our lives!" I grinned. "I hope you keep hating chocolate and we keep finding ourselves getting acquainted!" |
| Click here for the prompt post ▼ You were just five years old And asked why your cousin died I was confused, what had you been told? And was vague when I replied. Your keen sense of observation Caught on to my discomfort I had missed out on a conversation I shouldn't have been so curt. We could have bonded, you and I Over the sadness we did share, But I let the moment go by Things not said 'coz I didn't dare. 12 LINES |
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"To be" Otto dictated 'Two bee,' Otto-correct wrote "That's not what I want to say!" Grumbled the angry poet. "I'm stuck with it now," he sighed "I'll have to go with the flow." So he tried: "Two bee lived in a hive Three bee learned to jive Four bee took a dive And then we've reached five!" "My rhyme is sublme! I've told the stories of the bees And what's more It was quite a breeze!" "Now, I'll add a verse I'll talk of queens and drones Each of these requires Great nuances, great tones." "Queens are royal Workers make honey Drones laze about Not worth the money!" He was on to something! He was getting excited! Wasn't he glad To be Otto-corrected! He wrote six more verses About the buzzy insect And became famous Coz his poem was perfect! So the next time you're typing And face this Otto-correct Please be aware of treasures You might not at first detect! 36 LINES |
| He tiptoed downstairs, and shuffled his way to the front door. He knew the front door squeaked unless opened just so, and he was filled with relief at managing the manoeuvre. He slunk outside, slipping the 'welcome' mat as a wedge so that the door didn't slam shut. It was dark outside. He could just see by the light of the single streetlamp across the road. He sneaked over to the garbage can. It was then that the voice spoke. “You are being watched.” He froze. He wasn't even breathing. “You are being watched.” "Who?" he managed to gasp. "Me." He turned quickly. It was a bear. A real, live bear. His fourth grade teacher had told him that this wasn't bear country. It couldn't be a bear. But it was a bear. "What?" "We look out for our own, we bears. We know your Mom threw your teddy bear today. We were going to rescue it from the garbage can ourselves." "You don't need to, I'm going to rescue teddy and give him a bath and keep him forever." "That's lovely." "Teddy is my friend, even if Mom says he's old and torn and of no use. Friends are always of use." "Yes, they are. And from now on, you're a Bear-Friend. The bears will always look out for you." The bear remained at the back of the toy cupboard till the child passed it on to his own son ... All Words: 241 Winner, "Daily Flash Fiction Challenge" |
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