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SUNDAY 100 : Show what you got!
Beginning today, we’ll be doing a weekly post for readers to write a short story of exactly 100 words. Exercise your creative writing muscles and post in a story. Who knows who’ll be reading ;)
We’ll post in a new topic each week. The topic may have many different interpretations and there won’t a particular set path to write about. Go by your instinct and “just write”
100 Words.
Topic for this week:
Rewinding the entire life, during my last breaths.
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Great Idea OZ…
You are really expanding the scope and horizon of the blogsite oz.wndrfl!
I think I remember the day when I first came home with my parents. Well, they say we usually don’t have any memories so early in life but I do feel that I remember that day…Dad was going ballistic and mom wouldn’t leave my side! I had these huge faces peering at me, making weird expressions.
My growing up years were the best. I would never leave my mother for a moment except when dad would take me out to play…Life these 14 years has been the best. I could say I had the best parents anyone can have. Now my time is up. I am going to leave my parents forever..I’m dying. What will happen to them after I leave?
Ok, the bastard shot me. But my bullet killed the chootiya first. I hate losing, remember the time I cracked Annie teacher
My 100 word short story - Car
Car, I did not know they were called that yesterday, I know now. Bano taught me yesterday, I learn fast my mother said. I
Great idea oz.:)
Each one is my last breath..let me rewind. All those foggy and misty memories close to heart. My name was “Aakash” then and as eight year old child im running to my mother..I changed my name couz my teacher use to say aakash means (sunya) zero its a pessimistic name…I spended my most of life as aakash
By the way, the Title of my story is “I Woof You”!
I
My first day at school
Just Holding..
Araav, an 80-year-old man is on his deathbed; but does not want to leave the world now because he has found something to live for, which he sought ever since he can remember. He does not remember much about his life, though; in fact he does not even remember his name. But whenever he closes his eyes he remembers that in his young days he used to pray - practically everyday, “God give me something to cherish or take me
Wow… amazing stories you guys have here… think I should give you all a free PFC tshirt.
28 is no age to die. 28 is too young. To die is to remove the ” aatma” from your body….28 years of predictable life…everyday of life ” copied” from peers…everyday of life you live as to how others want you to live…one year Mo finds what he has been missing…something he really is having fun with…something that brings a genuine smile on his face…something that drives him further…and everyone wants to take it away…
Why does he have to go back to the wilderness in crowd…why does he have to mirror himself with the crowd..why isnt he allowed to swim upstream…he wants nirvana in crowd…All he wants is..” go ahead…live your life” from his folks…all he gets is ” When are you getting married? its high time…you are 28″
Name of the story: 28 years of wilderness in crowd
Love Vasan’s story….awesome!!!! :)>-
Waiting on KK for his Noir’shh..Kafka’esque…Sanjay Gupta’ish story….
kk’s story will have to wait.. he’s in delhi/srinagar for the next week or so..
Once, before we married, we discussed the possibility of divorce. I told him it didn
t! i like yours :) here’s another one… probably a bit more on the morbid side…
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Can
OM - rejected, 131 words
HG - rejected, 98 words
Atray - rejected, 104 words
Vasan - rejected, 99 words
Srinivas - rejected, 121 words
Guys, can’t accept your stories since they have to be EXACTLY 100words.
word count done via, Microsoft Word
Question: Should the editors’ delete stories that do not fall under the 100 count rule? I think we should… what say you?
i concur oz.. let’s keep it eggjacktly 100.. makes it more fun. plus i’ve been taking extra care to keep it at 100 so…. :D
I was pacing up and down in my cell. I am being hanged tomorrow morning. I desperately need to escape. I told my mother to somehow smuggle in that stuff that will help me escape. I really need that stuff…”Hey, there is a parcel for you”…I ran towards him and grabbed it.
I went to my corner and secretly took opened the pack and took out the thing that will help me escape”! Hey! That’s me, with my best friend in first class! And..that’s me at the beach! I can escape now…die peacefully. I just wanted to see these photos…
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ek galti……humka mafi daido…..Oz bhai
WTF…you shud have said in the rules…exactly 100 words…darn…btw its not a story..its Mo’s life…lol!!! :((:((:((:((
Anyhow..hows the story?
No fun with exactly 100 words…naaaaahhh..it shud be 100 or less…else we will have some stupid ass words to fill or void a story
Why did I choose to work on a Sunday?
And knowing fully well that there was a maintenance shutdown.
And bloody hell it was lunch time and I am all alone here!
Wish I had an equally forgetful wife! Yesterday was our wedding anniversary!
Shit! I should have listened to my father on his advice on yoga!
Here I am shouting for my life while diabetes and hypertension suck the life out of me.
At least I made my moneybag plan premium payment!!
Is some one there!!!
Wait!! I hear some foot steps! Where did I keep my cell phone?
DOH! But if you include “Just Holding” then there are exactly 100 words.
Thought abt it and one more from me…
One fine day at school!
It is 9A Vs 9B. I am in 9A, cheering the team.
Kumar, the star player of our team had got hit in his
havent read the above stories… sorry it was unintentional and indeed purely coincidental if they matched/are similar… mine is slightly inspired by the Virginia Killings… i apologise before hand if someone feels this is insensitive or anything towards those killings…here goes my story
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The world is going to recognise me finally… they are going to realise what they have done…what they have lost…i have just about completed my revenge killing all those motherfucking 69 people and more of my class…my college…my collegues…
some really nice ones there…
guys keep it exactly 100 words…seriously more fun more so if you make it :d… and guys don’t delete the rejected ones as even if they fail the criterion, they still make a good read.
@striker and @om… abt kk don’t make your mind just yet ;)
havent thgt abt naming the 1st…how abt - ‘Vengence for Mr. Sympathy’ :d…this one is also untitled -
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Thank you IFUCK… thank you very much… thank you Haritick my son, for playing the part beautifully. I am DELIGHTED to win the Best Director award for Krissshtopher… it was my biggest most ambitious project… i am truly honoured to have received the most authentic **SCREAMS**…
I dint imagine these would be my last words… These words have never been anyone
Where is she?And my daughter who calls someone else Papa…If only I could stand upto my own dad and married Jyothu when she had declared her pregnancy.. Three daughters of a family saved from rape and molestation by fundametalists… Police Medal for bravery…She stood tall and declared it was her father who inculcated valour and courage in her…She was replica of her mother…I was shocked and felt a pang of deprivation.Her father proudly hugged his wife Jyothu …who had a far off look…I okayed the story for telecast with faith in undying love.
He had realized as a kid that to be a storyteller was about as close as one could get to actually being ‘God’. Though he had always more or less stuck to the stereotypical style of
The Unvited Guest!
Damn you-
i suppose i should give titles to mine… 8 is “loose change”, 9 is “the note”, 16 is “abort”
Hospital bed. My lungs are throwing a fit.
Geeta whispers, “Hang in there, honey. Dad’s supposed to call for your advice. His piles flared up.”
I gasp…
“Be nice. Let Dad take your designer undies (now),” my wife continues. “He’s been asking you all these months…
“You know Dad loves you.” I rewind to Jan 13