Fireworks Tan Renga

after fireworks

the silence is clearer

darkness is deeper

~

eyes look upon the dark sky

awaiting another blaze

* Written in response of Carpe Diem’s Tan Renga Challenge # 4.

* The intriguing haiku is written by Bjorn Rudberg. The challenge was to write a couplet, two verses of 7 syllables each, complimenting the haiku.

Here is another one,

after fireworks

the silence is clearer

darkness is deeper

~

ears keep on buzzing with sounds

eyes glisten with faded light

View: A 100 Word Story

“And the outside view was just extraordinary,” she finished her rant finally.

“So, you really enjoyed it, didn’t you?”

“I loved it immensely.”

“It is good that you watched this week’s episode because I know it would have caused you enormous pain if you had missed it,” he said giving a wicked smile.

She didn’t get the sarcasm in his words, “That is true: I wouldn’t have missed viewing this episode for anything in the world since it is not everyday, after all, that my favorite travelers’ show telecast such a masterpiece featuring the best hotel room in the world.”

* Written in response of Five Sentence Fiction Writing Prompt. The challenge was to write a five sentence story; so I crafted a five dialog one. Still, I couldn’t come up with a really good piece.  I hope that is alright.

Foreigners: A 100 Word Story

copyright – Indira by way of Scott Vanatter

“Riding on a truck is so much fun.”

“It is amazing.”

The truck driver smiled at the two foreigners who had hitchhiked their way on his truck to the next town.

“Where you go in town?” he asked in broken English.

“Just drop us by the main city hall,” echoed the girl speaking out every word in gaps as if talking to a kid. The boy just nodded along with a wide eyed-expression.

“Okay ji.”

It was twilight and the only light source was from the beam of the truck’s headlights. Nobody uttered a single word. The truck raced on.

*My second piece for Friday Fictioneers Writing Prompt.

Accident: A 100 Word Story

copyright – Indira by way of Scott Vanatter

“The truck driver had fallen asleep on his way to Kanpur,” he was reading from the newspaper for the benefit of his wife, who was serving him tea.

“An accident then, huh?” she said carelessly.

“Yup, it claimed 5 lives, that of the truck driver and four others of the same family riding in the car, the truck smashed.”

“That is sad.”

She was looking beautiful in her magenta sari with that brilliant red mark on forehead, which declared that she was his.

He lovingly pulled her onto his lap on the newspaper with the photograph of the harrowing accident scene.

*Written in response of the Friday Fictioneers Writing Prompt.

Haunted

The rusty door creaked open.

“The house seems to be abandoned since forever.”

“It is spooky.”

“I like spooky things,” he held her hands grinning like a fool, which she adored and entered their abode for the summers.

“There will be so much work to do.”

“I have called for the workers. They will come tomorrow and make the place livable for us.”

They had reached the center of the lobby and took a look around at the ancient tapestry and crimson walls in the mid-afternoon light; the floor was bare but for a carpet bathed in dust and a grandfather-chair in a corner.

“This house is not haunted, is it?” she meekly asked.

“Oh yes it is.”

She gasped at the mad look in his eyes and that cruel smile, she had never seen before. She trembled from within as some red fluid appeared on his lips and he snarled.

She ran for the old rusty door but it was somehow locked. She hastily looked back but he was nowhere to be seen.

“Oh god… oh god…”

A loud banging sound resounded from somewhere. Tears appeared in her eyes, “Please save me… oh please!”
“What has happened to him?”

She crouched down still at that very position and felt a dull ache at her chest.

Some one was coming for her; she could hear the footsteps, soft but not silent on the carpet. They sounded distant. She was in a dream world; sweaty, her entire body numb but for the sharp pain at her chest and her ribs.

“Are you okay, darling?”
“I was just joking with some help from…”

She felt a soft touch on her face and she looked up at him, into his eyes, now completely normal, gazing at her with fear or was it love, she did not know. She closed her own eyes shut, never to open them ever again.

 *Written for the Trifecta Challenge.