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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

Flash Fiction: Open Space

“Okay, you have brought me out here to this pub, and clearly you have begun drinking way before I joined in. What’s wrong?”

“The people of this city. That’s what’s wrong.”

“I’m from this city. I think I turned out quite well. Multi-millionaire and all. So, why do you think the people are wrong?”

“Yeah, you might be an exception. Okay, this city is so congested. There is hardly any open space left. This open area you see in front of us, that’s one of the last ones left in this city. And now I hear this area has already been purchased for development.”

“Ummm..”

“What umm? Wait! Did you buy this plot of land?”

“Yep, I kinda did.”

“Unbelievable! My own best friend betrayed me.”

“You are getting it all wrong. I bought this plot to develop it into a playground, so that this open space is secured.”

“Oh!”

Prompt:

Tell The Story Challenge by SanaH

Now, I challenge the following bloggers:

Geet Sethi

Jo Hawk the Writer

Theresaly520

 

If you choose to accept the challenge, write a story on the following picture:

Image result for flower horror

Happy writing! 🙂

Flash Fiction: Camp in the Woods

Find the prequels here:

Part 1- Twittering Tale: Campfire

Part 2- Flash Fiction: Boots

Part 3- Flash Fiction: Stay Out

Part 4- Flash Fiction: Into The Woods

Part 5- Flash Fiction: Into The Woods 2

Part 6- Flash Fiction: The Woods

Part 7- Flash Fiction: The Woods 2

Now the story continues…

The boys gasped and turned slowly.

The found a young man dressed in a black suit smiling at them. On his hips lay holstered a huge pistol. The kids began backing away. The man raised his arms in the air and went down on one knee, making sure the kids could see him eye to eye.

“Hey! Don’t worry, guys. I won’t hurt you.”

Gary and Roger stopped in their tracks. The man continued smiling at them as he put one hand inside his pocket and fished out a badge.

“You see kids, I’m Agent Billy. You are safe with me.”

Gary spoke softly.

“Do you know what that face was? And our friend, he has disappeared. He was screaming, and..”

Billy nodded.

“Yes, I know that kids. Okay, first things first, what are your names?”

“I’m Gary and this is Roger. And our friend Kye is missing.”

Billy stood up and walked towards the kids.

“Okay, we will find Kye. I promise. All I need to know is, do you trust me?”

Gary looked at Roger. Roger nodded slowly.

“We trust you Agent Billy.”

Billy smiled again and adjusted his glasses.

“I have a camp set up close by, where my partner is waiting for me. If someone knows how to get Kye back, its my partner. Come, lets go to the camp. Its not safe out here. Just keep your eyes peeled, okay?”

The two boys nodded in unison and began following closely behind Billy, who led them deeper into the woods. In a few minutes, the boys found themselves facing a huge hollow tree, surrounded by perimeter lights. In front of the tree, the boys saw a ghostly figure sitting cross legged facing them. Billy ruffled the boys’ hair.

“That’s my partner, Special Agent Perseus.”

(Read the next part here – Flash Fiction: Hunt In The Woods)

(To read more about Billy and Perseus read The Statues Series here )

Word Count: 298

Prompt:

Tell The Story Challenge

I nominate –

Asha Seth

Laura Bailey

SanaH

If they choose to accept, they would have to tell a story about the following image:

Cute Childhood Artwork (id: 156468)

 

Happy reading! 🙂

 

Flash Fiction: Under My Bed

“Mama, there’s someone under my bed!”

Mom leaned in closer to her daughter.

“What did you say sweetie?”

She whispered to mom.

“Under my bed. There is someone there.”

Mom sighed.

“We have been through this before, Nancy. There is no one there.”

“But there is, mom. He is there every night.”

Mom rolled her eyes.

“Okay, I am going to check it one more time. See..here I go down. And as I said, there is no one here.”

Nancy huffed. Mom kissed her on the forehead.

“Good night, sweetie. Sleep well.”

“Good night, mommy.”

After mom had left, Nancy spoke aloud.

“She still can’t see you. This is wrong.”

“She will, someday….”

Came a soft voice from under the bed…

Word Count: 123

Prompt:

#TellTaleThursday with Anshu & Priya

Tell The Story: Ducks

Find the prequel here:

Part 1- Flash Fiction: Treasure Hunter

Now the story continues…

The snowfall had finally stopped.

We walked through the icy white ground, following the path shown in the map. It was one of the only three maps in existence that showed the location of Log Town’s treasure. It was highly unlikely that any of the other two possessors of the maps were present around us. However, after spotting the ducks, I realized I had spoken too soon. These were no ordinary ducks, these were guard ducks. It did not take a genius to know what they were guarding. If only we can go around th….

QUACK

Darn! Too late…

(To be continued)

Written for Tell the Story, a writing prompt initiated by The Eclectic Contrarian.

I was tagged by the amazing Kristian

To continue this challenge, I tag:

Susi Bocks

Crimson Prose

Wide-eyed Wanderer

And the image prompt is:

I do hope they accept!!

Happy reading! 🙂