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Twittering Tale: Astral Fungus

Starboy to earth.

Seems to be some kind of fungal growth. I think the satellite needs a nice scrub. I have the tools here. Beginning procedure.
Yuck! Now it’s all over my suit, and it’s spreading fast. Starboy requesting immediate extraction. Suffocating.

Belay request. All’s good.


Character Count: 280

Prompt:

Twittering Tales #133 – 23 April 2019

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Microfiction: Open Book

The playground was empty.

This was strange. I had been kept back in detention for an hour after school. The soccer team practiced at this time every day, but they were nowhere to be seen. Even the other kids who generally hung around after school were missing. I walked around the playground looking all around. It seemed like even my friends had ditched me. As I decided to go home, my eyes fell upon an open book, its pages fluttering in the wind. I went near it and picked it up. The page read Don’t Read Me…

I guess it was too late for that, too late for me to go home.

I joined the other kids, becoming just one among the book’s many pages…


Word Count: 125

Prompt:

#TellTaleThursday – 18th April 2019

Twittering Tale: Payphone

This payphone.

All those years ago, I remember I would stand here and call her. She used to stay in the adjoining building. We would sneak chats whenever we could. One day, a great fire broke out here. She didn’t survive.

I can still listen to her voice, on the payphone receiver…


Character Count: 280

Prompt:

Twittering Tales #132 – 16 April 2019

Flash Fiction: Foiled

This is the third time in quick succession that they have foiled my plans.

This isn’t good for my reputation and it is even worse for my familia. Our funds are running dry. I just cannot fathom how they are one step ahead of every move I make. I’ve already purged out the traitors. Every single man under me is loyal. Then how do they do it? It is almost as if they have ears in this room. Wait a minute. Let me make a nice, silent sweep of the war room.

Aha! As I thought. There’s a bug in the house. I could crush it right here. But no, I’m going to use this bug to hunt bigger game…


Word Count: 120

Prompt:

11th April 2019 #TellTaleThursday

#TellTaleThursday with Anshu & Priya

Twittering Tale: Downpour

The rain is pouring down hard.

I do usually love the rain. However, today it has completely ruined my plans. It was all going well until now. The takeoff has been delayed. How will my plan be executed now?

I just can’t hijack a grounded flight…


Character Count: 245

Prompt:

Twittering Tales #131 – 9 April 2019

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Microfiction: Cold Water

The water is cold.

No, I must not think of that. The water is refreshingly warm. It engulfs me snugly like a blanket on a wintery night. In no way can it harm me. The Deep Ones will surely see that I am one with the water. They will surely spare me when they finally surface, choosing to enslave me instead. I would gladly serve them, my aquatic masters. I only have to remember, that the water is not cold.

Another ten hours to go…


Word Count: 85

Prompt:

#TellTaleThursday – 4th April 2019
#TellTaleThursday with Anshu & Priya

Twittering Tale: Voiceless

I had so much to say, but I never got the opportunity.

With all the torture and acid, those filthy bastards took my voice away. However, they could not take my will to say. I share my thoughts.

I carve them on the skins of the guilty, or write them on the walls with their blood…


Character Count: 280

Prompt:

Twittering Tales #130 – 2 April 2019

Microfiction: Flowers at Grave

The little girl placed the flowers at the grave.

She held her mother’s hand and sobbed.

“Why did papa have to go? He was going to teach me cycling this week.”

Her mom consoled her.

“Don’t cry little one. God called him because he needed him. So, papa had to go.”

The little girl looked up at the cloudy sky.

“I wish God would send him back. I need him more than God.”

Mother held the girl close and began walking back to the car.

“We both do, child.”

As they left, the flowers placed by the little girl were not the only ones at the grave.

Fresh flowers began growing out of the soil…


Word Count: 115

Prompt:

TellTale Thursday 28th March 2019
#TellTaleThursday with Anshu & Priya

Twittering Tale: Cages

Here they come, the supposed saviours.

They have come to challenge me. No doubt they want to defeat me and take possession of the keys to the cages. Do they think that they can free their captured kin from my grasp so easily? I am not letting them have my pets.

They are all mine…


Character Count: 280

Prompt:

Twittering Tales #129 – 26 March 2019

Microfiction: Festival Of Colours

The celebrations were vibrant like every year.

The townsfolk were making merry in the streets, enjoying the festival of colours. Powders and waters of different hues were being tossed around. The blues mixed with the greens and the yellows to create a joyous chaos. No one noticed at first that the people suddenly falling down, were not collapsing because of the effects of bhang. They only realised the truth when they saw that the red on the fallen was not colour.

The dacoits had attacked!


Word Count: 85

Prompt: #TellTaleThursday – 21st March 2019

#TellTaleThursday with Anshu & Priya