FF: Strange

I am blogging again after more than 2 years. I hope atleast this year I can keep up and write as much as I want to.

Well, let me start with Friday Fictioneers.

PC: Roger Bultot

Maarech was trying to get super cool to his friends who were visiting Hong Kong for the first time.

This is called “The Sanctum”. This is the place where Ancient One & Mordo kept the secret books.

Kavin “Dude, is this even for real”

Maarech “It is. C’mon trust me. I might have seen weird lights coming out of that round window”

Viker “There he goes again bragging about some imaginary story”

Suddenly, the clouds flood in, the skies turn dark, and green lights start flashing, lightning starts crashing and there appear “Dr. Strange & Mordo” with smiles saying “Hi Maarech”

This post is written for Friday Ficitoneers - 15th Nov 2019

FF: Memories

I returned home after 15 years. My land, My Mexico, its Mehico for me. I drive by Red Mtn Deli and so many memories have come flooding by.

PC: Jean L. Hays

I came here for my first date with Gina. We practiced with our first band in the garage here. Pops used to give us milkshakes for free. I had my first heartbreak here. I was here with my friends when the announcement on radio came for me to join back my brothers in the army. This is the last place I saw my friends saying a tearful goodbye.

All of this before our Red Mtn Market and Deli was attacked by terrorists.

This post is written for Friday Fictioneers

Gone with the Fire!

This post is written for the Friday Ficitoneers after almost a year. I have butterflies in my tummy while writing.

PHOTO PROMPT © Anshu Bhojnagarwala

While staring at the fire bonfire, Michelle could only think of the last night she spent in Rohelio’s arms.

 That cold winter night with hot chocolate, when they sat by the fire in her backyard making promises of never letting go. That night of an amazing love-making session and drifting off to sleep in those strong tanned arms. She started to dream of a life with him without any inhibitions, or responsibilities, money didn’t seem very important to him, is what he said.

The morning was when the reality hit hard, when she found him gone with her money, her car and her valuables, leaving her with nothing but a burnt log of ashes from the fire they were sitting beside the previous night.

FF: Ruined Picture

PC: Ted Strutz

I have been interested in photography for almost a decade now. 

But, in all 10 years I could never get a nice location to click a starry night sky.

This time I traveled to Ladakh, in India. I have heard so many stories of a perfectly clear sky with million twinkling stars.

I sat with my wide angle camera lens and waited for the temporary clouds to clear on this dark night, and I was about to take a perfect shot, when this crazy man turned on his car headlights.

And now my picture is bright and ruined with no stars. Sigh!

This post is written for Friday Fictioneers

FF: My gift

PC: JS Grand

Valentine’s day is next week and my husband Awin is coming back after a year. He is coming to my tiny town in a boat.

I have to go an pick him up, and I so want to stand out in the crowd, for that I have been saving for all this year, and I purchased a bright red tuk-tuk. Its now parked near the old petrol station near Hotel Henry.

If this doesn’t grab his attention, nothing will.

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FF: Happy Wedding Anniversary

PC: J Hardy Carroll

We held hands here for the first time. I think we were about 13 then.

We kissed here on this roller-coaster for the first time. I can clearly remember the butterflies in my tummy then.

We got married in this very amusement park. I remember my mother fuming, she wanted a royal church wedding and called this place a mockery.

We got our kids here so regularly. Wow! I feel nostalgic.

Now, after 50 years of being together with you, this is the most beautiful wedding anniversary date I could ever have.

Thank you Mr.Husband, Happy Wedding Anniversary!

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FF: Is it you or me

PC: Victor and Sarah Potter

I am in a tiny house, in a village where no one knows me, miles away from my past and away from an abusive husband. I am sitting here on a cold night with a cup of hot chocolate and staring at the neatly made cobweb.

I wonder, is that spider scared? 

Why has it made so many layers around it? 

How far has it traveled to settle here? 

Has it been used and beaten? 

Does it feel lonely? 

Will it ever find love? 

Will it ever be happy?

Suddenly, tears cloud my eyes while I think, Is it is spider or is it me that I am thinking about?

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FF: Curious Case of Malcom

PC: Douglas M. MacIlroy

“Marian, we have found a perfect spot for our house” John said looking lovingly at his pregnant wife

“I agree John, its cool, on a good height and maybe our baby can learn to fly without facing any danger”

A week later, after the lovely house was built with wood,cotton and silk, little Malcom was born along with three others.

Little Malcom was the most curious of them all, he had been watching this man downstairs eating something that looked yummy, so one evening, Malcom decided to get his own food without informing Mommy & Daddy.

And he landed straight into that man’s hand.

Will Malcom get his food

?

(104 Words)

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FF: Moonlit

PC: Ted Strutz

He was nervous.She was biting her lips. They both were silent for a long time. Both had so much to day but words failed them.

He took her for sailing in his favorite boat,the boat that he named after her.

The moon shone beautifully in the sky, he gathered his guts, put his hand in his pocket nad pulled out the most beautiful antique cut ring.

While the boat and the waters were lit with the moonlight, he went on his knees and asked her “Will you marry me?”

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FF: My Home

I am just sick and tired of staying in rented places. Now, I want my own home. A high end looking decorated home.

And, I don’t have money.

But, I got a chance to participate in the “My Home” TV show and the winner gets the home they decorate.

I am going to decorate this dead looking place and make it so pretty. These old windows will be then having pretty trellises, the roof, the external paint all will be changed, I have a grand scheme in my head.

*Tringggggg* and the alarm rings, and I am awake now. 

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FF: I shall not be broken

PC: Roger Bulltot

Conay was the fifth architect engineer to come to this 100 year old Samville building. The building was located in a beautiful riverbank surrounded by greenery and had immense potential.

The mean rich man, Donald who purchased this place, wanted this building to be converted into a fancy hotel. The caretaker, Mike had warned him about the “old killer patient’s myths” of Samville building.

The four architects before Conay, were found dead in mysterious circumstances in the same place, on the first night, that they were here. Mike knew that the building does not want to be broken and will not allow anyone to destroy it.

Today,is Conay’s first night here.

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FF: For Her

PC

I am really nervous. I take a deep breath. I want this to be perfect.
She isn't a very showy person. I hope this works out

Phoooo! *deep breath*

I have blindfolded her eyes. I am taking her to this pretty set up I made in our backyard.

I really hope that she likes it.
We are ready. 

I go behind her and take off her blindfold.

She looks awed to see all that pretty set up.

I see tears welled up in her eyes when I say “Happy 60th Birthday Ma”

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FF: That doll

PC: Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

I brought a pretty looking doll in a garage sale held in another town. We came home and I placed the new doll, Carrie with all my other doll collection.

I noticed something eerie about that doll, I dismissed that thought and slept.

That night, just after 2pm, the door to the shower opened, and I saw the shadow of a little girl.

She looked straight into my eyes and said “My name is Annabelle, never call me Carrie ever again”

I am giving away this doll for free, please text me if anyone would take it.

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FF: Surprises

PC: Dale Rogerson

My name is Dora. I am 32, married to a nice man. I live in Clarington town and I got a job in this carton department of Paul & Davis Company. PDC as the town calls it.

For the past few days, I have been tired, bored and cranky at work surrounded by these drab looking boxes. I felt like crying every morning.

So, this morning when I entered work, I was surprised to see this beautiful arrangement of flowers on my desk that had a card “You bring the color, the freshness to my life.I love you, the bloom of my life - *Husband*”

Now, I am having this goofy grin on my face all day.

 This post is written for Friday Fictioneers

FF: I know

PC:  J Hardy Carroll

I have heard so many stories. 

I have heard good and bad news. I have heard new lovers, fights, break-ups. 

I have heard threats, laughter, tears, fear, ecstasy. 

I have heard sorry’s, I love you’s, I miss you’s, come soon’s

I have heard all of them.

Now, I hear nothing.

Now, I am lonely.

I have been replaced by cellphones.

I am…….the old dial telephone

This post is written for Friday Fictioneers

FF: Full Moon Night

PC: Janet Webb

Yesterday, in the night of the full moon, when the moonlight shone through the window and lit up the whole room.

When the light of the moon and the flicker of the candle light passed through the concave magic jar; that magic yet again.

The morning reflection of the sleeping man, was that werewolf who howled in the woods last night.

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FF: Prick

PC: Claire Sheldon

I dated this guy, this useless-two timing-skirt chasing-slime ball for 2 years.

Today,I found out that he is sleeping with someone on my bed for the past whole month. I read a message on his phone, that she is going to come again today after I go to work.

So, I have a plan in mind, I am going to put these rusted old pins all over the bed, the pillows, make holes in his condoms, stick some pins on the toilet seat.

Either they will spend all their time in removing the pins or just get pricked.

Justice will be served!

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FF: Will he call?

PC: Rochelle Wisoff Fields

She stood here alone reminiscing the previous night. Her fingers went up to her slightly bruised lips, those lips curved into a sly smile.

She could still feel, him holding her hand on this path, her first and the only man whom she has been crushing on for 20 years now and suddenly, he pushed her up that wall, and started to kiss her passionately. It was just as she had read in her teenage Mills & Boon novel.

This morning, he said he will call her. She was hoping more rendezvous like last night.

Question is, Will he really call?

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FF: Favorite Passtime

PC: Roger Bulolt

“I hope, I get the presentation ready on time” thinks the lady in orange top

“I hope my boyfriend is not meeting that wretched woman” thinks the woman in white shrug

“I hope, my surgery next week is a success” thinks the woman in the black top

“I hope, my army son is safe” thinks the bald man

“I wish, I could read minds” I say while clicking this picture

I love to guess what people might be thinking when their quiet. I love to observe them. Its my favorite pass time.

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FF: Jolly Ride

PC: Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Randel was not the legal age to drive yet. But, to impress Lisa he took out his Papa's car for a jolly late night drive.

Little did he know, that when Lisa kissed him while he was driving, he would get so overwhelmed that he would lose the control of his car and almost run over the parked bike, and break the passenger side mirror.

Phew! One super first kiss that was.

I wonder what Papa has to say about this jolly ride.

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