Short break on short fiction

Guys, I am moving to a new destination in the coming week and a bit caught to send the settings to mailing lists, FB group and tweeting about it. With this even quirky rebel - Nasir is travelling since a while! So we are taking a short break of two weeks. I have a few stories pending to be put up which I will do in a while.
Till then, enjoy the archives and keep us posted with your likes and dislikes.

Cheers,

Mohit
@crazyandhow

The Giant Chapati

From @lenaland

I look at your photo and wonder how I shall ever find you among the twenty million people that is Mumbai.
Bustling crowds buffet me along half-remembered streets. Ah, this corner here, just past the spice seller, this is where our favourite street café used to be. You said it would be yours one day.
No! It can’t be!
‘Ravi! I shout.
And there you are, throwing a giant Chapati into the hot Indian night.

© Helena Mallett 2012

This is a guest post from Helena who follows the blog and is also published author of the book 75 x 75 word stories which is out there is Kindle and paperback versions!

 www.helenamallett.com

Setting 36 - 'Black'

From @dbijal:

A cloudless night with no moonlight and power cut ensured that darkness prevailed. To add to this, the noise of fighter planes overhead echoed the panic feeling.
The blackout had ensured the enemy could not attack the main city. If the city was attacked, millions of innocent lives would have been lost.
Though Black symbolises death, by blocking the city view that night, it turned into a symbol of life !!


From @Shraddha_G:

She brought in love, desire and hope with her.

Life was perfect with her pair of eyes making me see everything that my Coloboma eyes couldn’t.

I wished I could see her. Was her face as beautiful as her voice? I bet.

I got a call from the Police, “We have found a dead body of Summer Morgan, do you know her?”

Damaged. Lifeless. Pale. She was.

Black had become the story of my life now.

Short fiction continues

I am glad I continued my endeavour of writing Short fiction in the form of www.75wordstory.blogspot.in

It is equally incredible that a few people joined me along the way and send their stories. We have managed to get most of the writers via the facebook group of Short Fiction over the past few months. What is spectacular is that the how strong some of the short stories can be. Anything which can make your thought linger for more than a second on the fiction written, has succeeded in its attempt to grip the readers.

The original idea was to continue writing myself and keep improving which has taken a hit. I am lazier than I thought. I need to put in more effort myself to come to telling stories. So keep watching that space, you will see more stories from me.

And who knows, someday I might end up doing what every story teller deep down really wants to be doing.
Do it on a bigger platform.

Blogs are good but that love for books is just different.

*smiles*

 

Mohit

@crazyandhow

 

www.crazymms.blogspot.in

Setting 35 - 'Long road ahead'

From @dbijal:

It is said that a woman is born twice. Once at birth and other when she becomes a mother.
It was time for my second birth. Doctor just confirmed the positive result. After 4 years and 2 miscarriage, this good news greeted me.
Just 5 days earlier I wanted to die to be with my love, my husband. A dream in eyes, reality in womb and the long life ahead.

From @ Kshitij Bader:

Rohan was in Goa all alone. Sad about the fact that he never had a girlfriend, his eyes were focussed on skimpily clad foreigners. He drank, drank, drank some more. Later as he was driving his bike, he crashed his bike in a bush in the middle of the night. As he came out of the bush, and waved his hands for a lift, the first car that came by was driven by Sabina, his childhood crush. She stopped and promptly took him in. It was a long road ahead and none of them knew what would happen next.

From @crazyandhow:

Bitter, sad and depressed, he was the jilted lover in pitiable state. The bottle was his new love, he drowned in it often now. Rashesh saw his life spiral down, step by step and din't realise where he is going. Another day, a fateful accident after passing out wound him in hospital waking up to a crying mother. He smiled. The bed gave him time to think for a frest start. He is ready and picking up the pieces for a new journey.