Setting 6 - #Excitement

From @dbijal

It all started when I turned 18. It was mixed emotion for which I have one word -excitement. Few years later, on paper I achieved it. But in reality, it was still long way to go.

My dad was skeptical about it. I was firm that I want it. Had I relied on him, it wouldn't have happened on paper also.

It was time I took things in my hand. Finally, all efforts paid off. I learned driving!!!

From @samiksha_adukia:

“5…4…3…2…1… Lightsoff… Music!”
Back-stage- instructions; front stage- attention
Simple words they are for crowd in the fest
A high they bring in the performers all set

I read, I heard, I wished, I was there
The Summer-Winter Funks are a dancer’s affair
Check out the performances – hip-hop-jazz-contemporary it be
Bustling with mixed dancers- daddies-daughters-hubbies-buddies

Classes-techniques-costume-practice
Become ‘too much’ in busy weeks?
Only when music turns and curtains raise
You know why it was worth it.

From @Shraddha_G:

“It‘s my fifth joint of marijuana & I’m at all time high! Last night I was with my girlfriend on my Harley Davidson on a long drive to the north. Spent my entire night romancing her on the beach. The week before I bought a Lambo out of the Car Rally Championship prize money. Next week going on a Vegas Vacation with girlfriend again! … …. .. ” says 60-yr-old rich divorcee!

Dude... that’s Excitement!!

From @KartikIyer:

First stride, he took off….
Thundered by a blast from the past;
His psyche shattered, falling just 400m before the finish line,
He thought, Atlanta 1996 Olympics, was his last.

In Sydney 2000, a nail biter it was,
defeated by just a tenth of a second,
broken, bruised, battered he was.

Today, 2004 Athens,
As El Guerrouj’s calves went ablaze,

From 5-4-3-2-1, his heart finally kissed the ribbon….

Thats when Athens erupted and Morocco swayed!

From @DeliciousStrawberry:

Tonight was the night. She finally agreed for doing it on their prom night. Its been a while since he was coaxing her. Sex was a big deal; he will join the ranks. No more virginity was reputation, Sunayna is a beautiful hot thing. Damn, its gonna be nice, wonderful, fucking amazing. Car, check; Strawberry condoms, check; Hotel, check; fragrant candles, check.

Later that night, Krish's first time excitement lasted 30 seconds.

From @crazyandhow:

Fabulous, beautiful, something to explore and boast about. Friends, family, neighbours; she just couldn't hide her enthusiasm. First foreign trip is so special, Europe is icing on the cake. Two months of planning; 20 days trip; Archana was grinning. A joyous trip, a break; an unwinding experience awaited her. Excited she reached the Airport.

Her passport lay on the desk at home.

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Setting 5 - #Summer

From @dbijal:


Bright, hot, sun, beach, mangoes are few things which comes to mind with summer. However, last year mountains, melting snow, icy winds, momos was my summer.


We can enjoy the summer in months of monsoon at Ladhak. The summer of Ladhak brings with it the only chance for everyone worldwide to see its beauty.


Sun but no heat, lake but no beach,
Beauty which is loved by each.


That's Ladhak...

From @KartikIyer:

I see the Fireball screaming ‘Hey, Im back’
With vengeance, with turmoil,
4 months for it to coil.
I see the Scandinavian’s lips stretching vertically,
Dear Indians look gloom, with everyone cribbing ‘Itni gharmi’,
Jamaicans and Aussies were never bothered by the sky,
the Arabs would still have a ‘stuffed camel in deep fry’!
Europeans seem to be in joy,
With the exception of the Greeks, who are still wondering how they won over Troy!

From @Shraddha_G:

It all started with a Mango. One summer afternoon she came to our Mango-yard to steal mangoes. I caught her & for both it was love at first sight. We were Mango fressers.

Every summer vacations afternoons were spent at my Mango-yard till we both graduated.

“How will you look after my daughter?” Her dad asked.

“With lots of love & flourishing mango yard.”

We got married that summer.

“Mang”esh weds “Aam”bika!

From @YogeshKabra1:

While for the most part of this world, summer is festive, A centrifugal force to strip the cloaks and then the costumes, lotion-lay-drink-lotion-lay-slurp. The minority melts with beseeching heat, 50* C is the fucking truth, Sirocco-pangs-duster-mirage! A disdainful time full of slimy sweat, the noon is daunting and the sun berserk, Summer is a mood, summer is the reality, for some a fest and the other unrest.

From @crazyandhow:

Beautiful; innocent; her heart warming smile rushed as deep love in my veins. I believed in absolute soul connection; our affection took it to another level. Those conversations in college; those glances; beauty of our subtlety. She is crazy for me, but angry sometimes. We are still meant to be with each other; lovebirds. Evil world cannot get to us. I will kill those cops if required; Summer will talk to me again.
*following her*

Setting 4 - #Illusion

From @NidhiGarimaGoyal:

I sat there gazing at my toddler. He sniffed in the air and extended

his arm, as if to grab something.  Soon he was chasing and grabbing at

whatever that something was. I noticed him. His chase was serious and

frustration evident. Till he looked at me with his father’s eyes. Then

the salty rivulets began to flow. It was futile to believe in or hope

that my man had never left, never abandoned me.

From @Smiley:

She thought she was living her dream. She was in love, he was perfect.

Dark skinned, tall, intelligent and witty. He made her laugh and her

cared for her though he never said that he loved her. But she knew, so

why bother. For the world, they were not in a relationship, but in her

mind she was.

Then he left. For another woman.

She lived not her dream, but her illusion.

From @Ravigolani:

She hugged him tight. He was the only one who had believed her when

nobody did. He cheered her on days she felt dejected. The

transformation was complete. She was ready to fly away, to a virgin

world of possibilities. He prayed, as he did everytime his student

graduated, that her illusion would not break. The virgin world was,

after all, known to mercilessly destroy all innocence.

From @SamikshaAdukia

The Siamese Twins.

Me: “Hole shit!

What if I forget everything at the time when it matters…Can I get cold feet…I am not sure If I would be focused…Would I nail it?”

F: “Bruahaha…I am ferocious…I am fear…Can you see how can I scare the shit out of you!

Cos you know, morons like you don’t know my brother, Illusion.”

“Bruahaha…Hell yes, I can affect reality!”

From @DeliciousStrawberry:

Love was in the air; every time he caressed my hand; that soft touch. Every time he gave the gentle hug; smelt my hair. It was in the air with those long coffees; those conversations; those deep dark secrets we told no one else. Love was blooming in our first deep kiss; how he took me by surprise; in the promises we made each other. Saw; that bastard was sleeping with Poonam.

Love. Forever. Illusion.

From @crazyandhow:

He hears, sees, reads too. Sometimes, intelligently he questions. Sometimes he is answered.

Drawn by fears; curiosity; want. He wanders; sure and unsure. He knows it all; that’s what he thinks.

History tells stories of where every generation din’t realize their follies. In his time; he just paints; pictures, himself; world; life.

No man knows his illusions.

Setting 3 - #Hate

From @Shraddha_G:

Today again this sparkling wine walked past me… As always she took my breath away…  It’s just for her I started putting up with that Greek Integration& Derivatives crap. I smiled whenever she looked at me. At first she smiled back, but continued with her lecture. Days passed. My fantasy would grow wilder by the day…  I flunked in Math. Just because I stalked her, made a pass at her..?
Fuck I hate math!

From @ravigolani:

An empty mind is a devil’s workshop.

Doesn’t seem like it as far as I am concerned. On the contrary I yearn

for moments my mind is empty. These are the ones that help me build

myself. It is during these rare moments that I am able to back my

thoughts, actions and plans.Reconciliation of my world with “real” world.

And I hate it when the devil does not speak to me.



From @yogeshkabra2:

Hate is fragile

Fragile is vanity

Vanity is austerity

Austerity is noble

Noble is chivalry

Chivalry is magnanimous

Magnanimous is rarity

Rarity is coveted

Coveted is beneficial

Benefit is capricious

Caprice is loathed

Loathing is society

Society is reality

Reality is a paradox

Paradox is hate, because love is life and love doesn't make sense if their isn't hate.

From @iNiksB:

He greeted him. one was successful, other wasn't. They were good friends. and could've been better. One had everything but his love, and the other had his love. They were sill together, as friends. They had two things in common. Love. and Hate.

@vishalvagabond:

I stood alongside the outrageous heat, the pyre; felt nothing in comparison to my burning heart.

I had driven a cruel knife into his heart; razor sharp. Never felt worse. I killed a man; ripped his heart. And not just any man. I din’t mean to, it happened and now I grieve; this guilt. How will I live with myself; those stupid last words I told him.

Dad, I really dint mean I hate you.

@shraddhamoghe:

‘Oh I cannot come out with you, told you. You are sweet but we are just friends.’

He stared into those beautiful brown eyes; from naughty to serious in seconds.  Aghh, he has to be smarter than this.

They flirted all year.

Her laughs; sexy smile; sweet help; long chats; coffee breaks and again  a NO.

‘I hate you Neha; such a fucking tease.’

@crazyandhow:

Fucking dog; Bastard; Sprang up in my life; ugly devil.

Ass thought, he would get away with it? Soundrels like him are mistaken;  how dare he glaring at my property.

No. He pays the price for the heinous act.

Ananya was mine before he even met her. Takes my innocent love out; just because I wasn’t around for few days. Die, you rotten pig now, die fucking asshole; the viper poison will teach you a lesson.

#75wordstory next Setting.

As you already know, 75wordstory is a weekend concept where you have to write the given story on the setting tweeted/emailed by @crazyandhow.

We will come back with the next setting on Friday noon 18th May. Stay tuned in via twitter #75wordstory or send an email at 75wordstory@gmail.com for joining the mailing list for more updates.

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Setting 2 - #Action

From @VIOLETT:

I never loved you
I was just in love with love…
There is this big confusion
As love, you are just a illusion
Love, you have multiple personalities…
I saw in you,
Happiness, Trust, Betrayal, Lie,
Starting with Hi and ending with Bye.
You are just too hollow,
You are the big lump which I have to yet again swallow.
They say, people kill for love.
But I applaud as you killed me.
Completely.

From @Smiley:

They were watching the latest superhero film. He loved action. It was late at night. The balcony had few people.
She was in love with him. He caressed her hand, kissed it twice; she was reluctant. In the darkness of the theatre she asked “What about your girlfriend?”
What about her? he asked.
She saw no love, only lust. She got up and left.

“What now?” he called out. All he wanted was some action

From @Shraddha_G:

He wasn’t sure that he would do the play today as he wasn’t ready. When he discussed this with his director, he laughed it out & said, “Relax..! You just have to blow a trumpet..!”
Everyone was psyched up except him. He wished he had another role in this play. Public swarmed the theatre. He sweats. Takes position. Director calls out loud… “Aacction...! “He blows the trumpet loud & poops in his white pants..!

From @vishalvagabond:

He sat on the warm wood. His chair always welcomed him home. It did not have her love though. The table always had a layer of dirt; he made peace with it over the years. The air was fresh somehow, silent unlike the time when stunk noisily with his 3 kids. He sat down gulping morning left over; what’s there to warm it.

He looked back 10yrs; he should not have cheated. He pays today.

From @DeliciousStrawberry :

She had come to this city full of dreams, to become a popular movie star. Be the most soughted after heroine. Oh all these guys would be cheering for her; she would give them a flying kiss. *muah*

Few years later; Kisses she gave! Movie star she became!

Alright with compromises. When did she get into this though?

Money is good, she can be out and move!

“Take 4; ACTION !!!”

And they shot porn.

From @crazyandhow:

He was cute; not her first choice for dating as a teenager but he is such a love puppy. She had refused to go out with him initially; would they even work?

Arpita admired his perseverance and sincerity. She had to give in; he took pains to please her. *grinning*

But Ankit failed to grab a tiny glitter of hope on his first date; to her dismay his brilliant plan was an action movie.

@Aaquib3705:

Asif was always the brilliant orator of his college; he had a presence which motivated. His strong words backed an understanding of his lifelong reads.  He was the one to be revered with; that spark of greatness. May be his average ideas might also make a 100 million company! His audience; their faith.

At 34; he looked back at life; mid level corporate job he never left; actions did speak louder than words for him.

Setting 1- #Renaissance

From @samikshaadukia

Pick up the pen

‘Read… Respect…Write’- that’s how it even happened to me.

I transformed from someone pushed into reading to someone admiring the power of words.  Then came writing as a natural desire for role change.  For me, it has been the most beautiful way to express and the magic wand to know yourself better. 

I somewhere lost track of this side of me. Renaissance- ‘sounds’ like a good time to get back now.

From @rumna

He’d given up his beloved work and taken up accounting instead. He now paid taxes, even a mortgage. Till she fell in love with another and left him.

As he walked away from his ex-father in law’s house, his gaze lingered on the priceless paintings on the walls. Perhaps this was a blessing in disguise. He could go back to his first love after all. A world class art thief, this would be his renaissance.

From @NidhiGarimaGoyal

Senior reporter Naina entered the hospital with survivors of the bustragedy. Faces were somber, but one smile stood out. She approached that man. His legs were amputated. He cheerfully said, “I am happy forthis rebirth. I have got a second chance to live, and learn things all over again.” And then she knew that it was not fate but a man’s strength which decided who he will be!

From @Shraddha_G

They torched his small hut, family, took away his left leg & his wealth of 50-odd books in the 1992-93 riots.
With his salad days gone, being molested by male night-schoolmates, he struggled to earn his daily bread by polishing shoes during the day.
He schooled himself at the free local library near the corner street till he became a full-time Library Assistant.
Oh world..! This local Library nurtured a Literary Giant of the century...

From @vishalvagabond              

Joel glanced at the pretty girl sitting ahead of him. He could smell her lemony hair. She was least concerned if he even existed that moment; his impossible girlfriend ignored him.

Wow, the beautiful sunlight outside the window. The fresh breeze.

He scratched the surface; then his head. Magic does not happen.

Mr. Pai looked at him disapprovingly. “Nonsense, complete your history paper boy; last short note and only 5 minutes to go.”

From @ShraddhaMoghe

She started stalking him after that book. After this introduction, she had taken matters in her own hands. She had to know more. His mysteriousness.

He is brilliant. His art; science; so focused and ahead of his time. They both are non conformist. He changed everything. She is here because of him. Ain’t she?

She is now in airplane for Italy to meet him. Da vinci. The art. The man. World’s renaissance and her own.

From @crazyandhow

Divorced and jobless, he was suffering from mid life crisis.

He is forced to take a temporary assignment to teach these soldiers. English; OMG!

They must have last read in grade 1.

Shakespeare helped him. Hamlet was his best friend who caught their interest.

The duffers were soon competing; winning. They saluted Bill in their Army parade.

This will be the story of upcoming movie - Renaissance Man; Victor, What say?

#75wordstory

I am writing here because I am concerned at being misrepresented. Too much is being read between the lines. We have come across short story writing since our school times and links continue through blogs. Uniquely I came across the same being tweeted by @vivekisms on #55wordstory which I loved; fabulous way of communicating 55word fiction through twitter as a medium. I have been talking about the same on http://www.crazymms.blogspot.in/ since a few weeks. I really enjoyed writing it. And me and many of us do wish to continue writing.
The same is also a copyright concept of 1987 : http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/55_Fiction
Since the twitter idea is now discontinued; this blog and #75wordstory is just an attempt to continue a love of writing. An idea is more important than any one person.

Mohit
@crazyandhow

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Let us write.

I strongly believe that a good idea should live, dine and grow. If one has to; he should go ahead and explore what might have been. Here I am with 75wordstory.

3 words game, 55 word fiction, 100 words or fewer have been exciting creative writing concepts doing rounds since 1980s on competition circuits and internet. Let us together blend a unique flavour to 75wordstory.

75wordstory keeps it simple; and just brings to you and me an opportunity to write. To make connection with yourself and with a promise. The idea will live and the blog will always work.

A team is already around in us to continue the idea; to continue the blog; to continue 75wordstory.

A few restrictions will just make 75wordstory interesting:

• 75 words or less but minimum 56 words.
• A setting or theme on which the story is based
• It is only for weekend writing. Setting will be tweeted on friday for submission till saturday noon. Second will be tweeted on saturday for submission till sunday noon. My twitter handle: @crazyandhow and email the stories to: 75wordstory@gmail.com mentioning your name and handle.

Writing is an exploration. You start from nothing and learn as you go. -E L Doctrow.

With that; Let us write.