The Game Changer

She patiently awaited her turn, brimming with strength and power. A game changer on many occasions, she hated defeat. 

Suddenly she felt a strong grip around her. She was being jostled. In front, towards her right, and left, and pushed ahead again. She kept manoeuvring ahead with every push.

Checkmate, she heard!!

Victoriously she smiled! 

Blood

His tiny heart pounded against his chest. His mouth had turned chalky, as fear trickled down his spine. Strong hands pushed him down. And then.... a sharp pain shot up his left arm. Blood. That was enough to make him howl.

"There,there Aarin! Come with your Mamma tomorrow and collect your blood group report."

The Taste of Heaven

His fortune cookie read - "Today you shall get a taste of heaven".

He left work early, bought himself a bottle of expensive wine. He wanted a taste of heaven. Whistling a popular number, he neared the crossroad.

At the same time a white mustang sped towards the same crossroad.

Seconds later he would taste heaven!

The Treasure

It wasn't a night like other nights. She was jumpy, kept checking on her treasures each hour, convincing herself that they were there.

The crack of dawn soothed her.

She hid her treasures under a pile of hay, hoping they would be safe till her return. Glancing at the three tiny eggs, she flew away.

No Conditions Apply

Miss Brown,

Today, I 

- completed assignments

- polished shoes

- didn't bully Cathy

Please marry me. I know I am 7, but Mom said, if I'm good, she'll give me a present. I shall ask her to marry me to you. If she disagrees, please wait till I grow up. 

Love,

Charlie.

(Guaranteed Love. No conditions apply)

The Birthday Gift

THE ULTIMATE BLOG CHALLENGE DAY 21 - 55 FICTION

She promised me a gift. 

"Neel, it's the most priceless present I can afford!"

...and ever since, I've been waiting.

*****

My birthday today. One with a dry mouth and fluttering tummy.

I was led into a room. 

Ah! There she was. And my gift!

"Happy Birthday, proud Father!" She placed a cherub in my arms.

This post is written for Write Tribe - The Ultimate Blog Challenge - Day 21

The First Crush

THE ULTIMATE BLOG CHALLENGE DAY 14
 

Her adept fingers crafted a boat with the letter. A letter to her crush, her first. She cycled up to his house, the last in the water-logged lane. Cautiously, she placed the boat on the still water near his  door. 

She was certain her love boat shall reach him.

She had used waterproof ink.

This post is written for the 55 Fictionist Contest, hosted by IndiBlosp. Also shared with Write Tribe - The Ultimate Blog Challenge - Day 14

Loves Me...Loves me Not

Breathe In. Breathe Out. In. Out.

The last one in her hand. A dozen minus one, on the ground, mutilated, strewn around her feet.

One gently glides to her feet, then another, and yet another...

Loves me. Loves me not. Loves me. Loves me not......

Finally the last petal.

And a tear in her eye.

Anticipation

He waited. Years, months, days. Sometimes he wished he had crossed out the dates on the calendar, to quantify the longest wait of his life.

And now it was here. He shivered in excitement. Goosebumps erupted. He saw it, he felt it, he imbibed the sensation with his soul.

He just experienced his first snowfall.

Kidnapped...!!!

He was thrust onto a wooden chair, a cloth hastily coiled around his neck which immobilized him immediately. The corner of his eye caught the light reflecting off a gleaming,sharp metal blade. He felt the cold of the metal behind his neck. A shiver went down his spine. 

"Short or medium", the barber asked.

Sophia's Red Balloon

A Red Balloon - Happy Birthday Sophia, Love Dad. 

Turned into a ritual ever since Sophia was five. Even when Jeremy was at war for three years, he never missed to send Sophia the red balloon.

******

Sophia turns eighteen today. Jeremy, with staggering gait, reach the cemetery with a flower bouquet and a red balloon.

The Circle of Life

Death took a walk around the meadow. He added a dash of chill to the wind. Lush green, dancing grasses and full-bloomed violets, turned a withered brown. Death smiled. This is how he liked it.

******

Buried deep into the earth, a group of seedlings were making plans to re-decorate their meadow which Death just destroyed.

This 55-fiction is being posted in reply to The Solitary Writer's challenge to write an allegory on Death.

Revenge is Sweet

His eyes narrowed. Mind racing against time. He needs to kill. Slow and stealthy. He could see his victim's complaicant countenance. His blood boiled at the sight.

With calculated moves he advanced as he rubbed his sweaty palms.

"Revenge is sweet, dear friend", he smirked to himself.

And then came the mighty blow.
                                                                  

                                                                               "Checkmate, buddy!"

Role Reversal

I was sent to a rehab for being a dipsomaniac. And I met her. She was my therapist. She said she had been left at the alter and that she loved Flowers. 

I fell in love with her. 

Years later, I fell out of love.

I became a florist, she became an alcoholic.

GLOSSARY : Dipsomaniac is a person with irresistible craving for alcoholic drinks 

His Lady Love

He caressed her face, touched her slightly parted lips. Gently grabbing the nape of her neck, he passed a hand through her hair. His hands reached her supple bosom, rested there for a while. He planted a soft kiss on her forehead.

"She is my best creation", he smiled, putting down his hammer and chisel.

 

 

Life's Like a Fairytale

 Leo's challenge was to write a post that started with
"Happily ever after" and ended with "Once upon a Time".
Leo, here it goes...

"Happily ever after", two-year old Yashini repeated as her Mom finished the fairytale.

"Ma, were you the beautiful princess and Pa the handsome prince?", her innocent voice rang from between the sheets.

Her Mom bent down and kissed her. The day she got divorced flashed across her eyes. "Yes darling, once upon a time."

The Murder

Shattered glass strewn all over the floor. Her golden body writhed for a while on the wooden floor, gasping for air, till it lay lifeless, still. He watched her till the end and stealthily walked out of the room.

********

"Mom", little Tina sobbed. "Ginger yet again overturned the fish bowl and killed my gold fish".

The Friend

She held me close.

Tears rolled down her soft pink cheeks.

She held me each time she was happy or sad. My cheek rested against hers. I could never express my Love for her. I could never tell her she was beautiful. I could never tell her that I cared.

I was her glass doll.

The Parting

The silence spoke volumes. He looked into her eyes. The otherwise shiny,black beady eyes did not speak today. She sipped the steaming cappuccino. Both knew families were the only problem and parting was the only solution. She was to  marry a stranger.



She came close. They kissed.

She logged out from skype and walked off.

Such is life....

"Sweetheart"
"....Hmmm...."
"When will you be back today?"
"Late... don't wait for me, have your dinner and go off to sleep."
"But... Honey......"
"Please shona, don't disturb me now, just do as I say"
*beep* *beep*

1A.M - A blown out candle and a faint smell of roses greet him.

He had forgotten his wife's birthday!

Word Count - 55

P.S - My first attempt in writing a 55 fiction. 55 Fiction is a form of microfiction that refers to the works of fiction that are either limited to a maximum of fifty-five words or have a requirement of exactly 55 words (no more and no less).