Skip to main content

55 Fiction Attempt one: Undying Love!!!!

Inspired by Shruti and Shilpa, this is my first attempt on writing a 55 fiction. No theme, just varied thoughts brought together in a 55 word story. Know more about 55-fiction here. Not sure if I used 55 words? Try the word counter.

She walked towards the bedside table and glanced at the hot cuppa coffee and a card waiting for her.
She smiled and read the card, 'To Ashwini, Lets start all over again- Love, Anup'

'Oh,' she exclaimed, sipping the coffee thinking of the dreadful deed and her bloodstained clothes...
Thud. She fell dead.

Oh well, how did I do? tell me, tell me na please...if you like it and have themed 55-fiction stuff, so inform me. I will write it.
Images Courtesy:  Ant Creations
Google Images.

Comments

  1. An amazing tale, Sid!! Liked it!
    A great first attempt!! :)

    ReplyDelete
  2. @Shilpa
    thanks...I m gonna write more...:D

    ReplyDelete
  3. hey welcum aboard the 55 Fiction train.. bt blood, murder, death....... i'll like it if u rite a rib-tickling 55er. now thts a challenge 4 u.. um waiting :p

    ReplyDelete
  4. Liked it... tad depressing though. Write a happy ending next time.

    ReplyDelete
  5. @Kaddu
    kya depressing yaar..she got freed of all the worries...so did he...:D

    ReplyDelete
  6. sid it was awesome...
    really great first attempt...
    great to hear that you were inspired by me!!
    explain me the last part of your story
    !!

    ReplyDelete
  7. Hi Sid

    Great one.
    i cant believe its your first attempt.
    Too good yaar.

    Cheers

    ReplyDelete
  8. @Shruti
    Ain't it simple? She sipped the coffee and dropped dead....:)
    She killed her husband and husband plotted poisoning her...that was wat I wanted to convey...is it wat happening???

    ReplyDelete
  9. @Pundit
    Thanks man...this is really my first attempt!!!

    ReplyDelete
  10. I like Vipul's idea. Will wait for that. I think you are very creative and can do it.

    ReplyDelete
  11. That was a great one as first attempt... 55-Fiction fever seems to be catching on I see... good would like to read more :D

    ReplyDelete
  12. Sid...
    can't really believ this is your first attempt!!
    man its awesome!!!
    am nowhere now...
    55 fiction is coming on its way to you!!
    cheers sid..
    keep smiling

    ReplyDelete
  13. @Bharati...Vipul
    what we we Blog-a-ton on 55 fiction??? won't it b great and cool???

    ReplyDelete
  14. @Vipul
    Your comment hit home, stay tuned...:D

    ReplyDelete
  15. @Dhimanji
    This fever is much more better than the Swine-flu fever ain't it??? let's see if this catches faster on the complete blogsphere...:D

    ReplyDelete
  16. @Shruti
    No ways it was ur inspiration that made me write this...so u r always one step ahead of me...:D

    ReplyDelete
  17. Excellent idea pal and you have good chance of winning it. I like the way you think. very creative.

    ReplyDelete
  18. That's a nice idea.. writing in 55 words!! great job..

    ReplyDelete
  19. @Bharathi...
    Thanks buddy...:) writing is more than winning ain't it???

    ReplyDelete
  20. @Ashwini
    Go on you can write too...;)

    ReplyDelete
  21. Excellent!
    Very good at a first attempt. I am surely inspired to pen down one myself.

    Cheers!!

    ReplyDelete
  22. gr8 stuff dude

    even i've written some stuff at

    http://stuffilearnttoday.blogspot.com/

    ReplyDelete

Post a Comment

What do you think about the post? Have your say, like, dislike or even hate me. Tell me.

You might also want to Subscribe to RSS feeds or follow me on Twitter (@sidoscope) or on facebook

I don't need weapon, I have a sharp tongue.

Popular posts from this blog

The moaning of life #2 Childhood Trauma

The entire shark family is out for a hunt, and the little fish are running for their life. We get to cheer as the Baby Shark does Doo Doo Doo Doo Doo with his family, calling on the family - extended family and sometimes robots on the 'hunt' because your offspring decides that that is the one song they want you to play or a tantrum follows. Many of you will say it's not the content but the catchy tune that draws the babies towards the nonsequential song, but it's more than that. It's the sheer repeatedness that draws your angst towards the piece. And YouTube provides the music based on how much time you want your baby to be engaged to it. You have a 60+ minute version and a 120+ minute version. The same shark family going out on the same hunt. And it's not just the Shark family. Weirdly, baby JJ and his family sing random songs, go on a holiday and even increase the family. I am talking about Cocomelon, which has arrived in your child's life as he murmurs t

We used to build civilizations. Now we build shopping malls.

The human evolution is a constant race against boredom, men have for generations tried to overcome boredom is many ways possible. In olden days, they got bored, they build civilizations, big massive civilizations. The ancient Egyptians had pyramids, the Babylon build the hanging garden for people to hang out. People from far and wide come to visit the Taj Mahal, praising its divine beauty, not knowing that it was build after the wife died, thus partly in guilt. Rome was not build in a day, indication they were super bored. Then came the great barbarian evolution and they started raiding cities. Don't forget Atila the Hun who constantly attacked cities whenever he got free time. Alexander was super bored and he decided to conquer the entire world, but while these men where attacking cities and building civilizations, the women where thrown into a abyss of impending boredom. What would Mrs. Atila do when her husband was busy attacking Rome? Or What would the wives of the

Short Story: Ginger Chai

This is my first attempt for writing a love story, which I am really bad at. Mani Padma (from Ginger Chai ) challenged me to write a love story a few days ago, it is not a real great read, but a little feeble attempt to take a taste in this genre. Please give your honest opinion… Cheers, Sid. *fingers crossed* Breathe in. Breathe out. Damm, this is so easy when you are not tensed. Why is this clerk talking so much time. ‘Will you hurry up?’ I asked the clerk. My finger nails were tapping the counter in excitement. My name is Shailaja, 30, single and employed, in short a perfect girl for the aunties, mammies to constantly remind me that my days are waning out, that I have to find someone before it is impossible for them to. It is not that I don’t want to get married, but I should get some proper match, isn’t it? All they show me is either short, tall, long nose, meaning some imperfection in some way or the other. I am not at all hopeless romantic and I am definitely not goin