Sun, sand, and sea. Just one thing missing, which he magically produced from behind him: A 1998 vintage. He thought of everything…
Word Count: 22
I waited with my hands crossed.
I was accustomed to the waiting area of the clinic. It was my fifth visit. However, I could see a little girl nervously looking around. Her mother was holding her hand, giving her the courage to remain seated. Courage was indeed required when you are a little kid and you hear screaming coming from the room next door. The doctor had taken no efforts to soundproof his operating theatre. We could all hear the drill whirring and the patients screaming. Everyone knew what was going to happen once we went inside.
The scars on our temples never let us forget…
Word Count: 106
He gave a grimace of pain as he watched the wreckage.
The memories almost brought about an emotional burst, but he managed to stabilize himself.
His failed suicide attempt was in the past…
Word Count: 33
It had been a tedious camp out.
My tent was surrounded by other tents, all occupied by teens like me. Well, not like me, but teens. The only similarity I shared with all those knuckleheads other than age group, was the purpose of the camp out. We had been blocking our places for the concert that was going to take place in a few hours. I had to bear the incessant giggling, loud laughter and drunken slurs all through the night. I hated teenagers who got drunk and caused a nuisance to others. However, it would all have been worth for the teen idol’s performance, who also happened to be my crush.
Who knew even he would turn up like all the other teens here? Completely drunk and highly vexatious…
Word Count: 130
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Has this road become longer, or have I become slower?
Definitely the latter. I really have become old.Look at me, can’t even manage to walk without my cane. I see the road is covered with petals from the tree. The same tree that only a few months ago, stood barren and cold in the winter. If only all us humans had that ability to shed our old skin and look young all over again. Well, I can’t speak for all the humans. But, I’m lucky I discovered the fountain of youth.
Now where did I keep that water-bottle?
Word Count: 99
Camp Bear Claw still stands.
I remember back in the day, when the camp used to be filled with kids. Every summer, they would come, boisterous and jovial as ever and make my camp their home for three weeks. Oh, it was such fun. We would have treks and games through the day, and at night we would all sit at the campfire. Sometimes, the kids would sit at the benches, listening to and singing retro songs.
Nowadays, the camp’s run into a pickle. It is empty, no one visits. Jinxed as it may be, but the camp still stands…
Word Count: 100
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He did not like them. The two of them were always together – Inseparable. He hated that.
He sent rain, shine, hail and storms at them. However, they would always stand together, hand in hand. The defiance in their eyes frustrated him. Try as he might, he could not control them. No matter what he tried, their affinity towards each other never diminished. Those blasted intertwined fingers, they always got to him.
He could take no more. He cursed them – Turned them into creatures that did not possess hands and fingers. Now they could not hold hands ever again. They would only stand next to each other, for all of eternity.
They did not seem to mind.
Word Count: 118
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