The Palace…

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In the hallway, they saw a corridor with several doors leading off it. Everything in the hall was covered in dust, as though no one had touched it for a hundred years. Raghu and Shreya rambled through the decrepit alleys that had witnessed history unfold in its dark chasms.

Just then a gush of strong wind blew and one of the last doors in the baleful looking corridor flew open. It was as if they were called in. Shreya looked at Raghu petrified with fear.

The large room was in shambles with spider webs adorning the walls almost becoming one with the life size paintings. Just when the two of them were staring agape at the eerie room, Shreya exclaimed, “What is that? Oh my God, let’s go back, I am sh*t scared”.

There at one corner of the palatial room lay a casket, big enough to house a human being.

I am there with you no, don’t be such a chicken. It is an old abandoned palace. Who knows we end up finding something like Tutankhamen’s mummy”, winked Raghu.

And finally they were standing next to the beautifully engraved casket. Shreya closed her eyes and clutched Raghu tightly. As Raghu opened the casket ajar, a loud scream reverberated through the walls of the palace.

Cut! Perfect shot”. A haggard looking man sitting on a ‘director’ chair called out. “The viewers will keep wondering what happens next. Cliffhanger endings work best for horror shows, don’t they?

 

 

Word count: 246 words

The first two lines were part of the prompt and the story had to begin with these lines. Thank you for this interesting prompt Anshu and Priya 🙂

 Written for #TellTaleThursday with Anshu & Priya

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The Painting…

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Aditi was immersed in the cacophony of colours that lay in front of her forming a glorious gallimaufry of sorts when she got the call.

As she returned from her step-father’s funeral, Aditi listlessly stared at the keys which were handed over to her. Unwittingly, she veered her car towards his house.

Since the time her mom remarried Aditi had despised the man.

He had an affable persona but for the six year old Aditi, he was the man who took daddy’s place. All his efforts to reach out to her went in vain and over the years they became habituated of the air of hostility that loomed large between them.

She remembered how once, after watching a movie she was smitten by the alluring beauty of Venice. After a few days, he took them for a surprise trip to Italy.

Time flew and Aditi went abroad for her Art degree and got busy making a name as a painter.

Her reverie broke as she reached his house. As she opened the door, she found herself in a tastefully decorated living room. The room was adorned with paintings, lots of them. Just then she saw. These were her paintings- all of them.

As she stood there, overwhelmed, a tear trickled down her eye.

………………..

The gallery was buzzing with art lovers.

“Aditi, this painting is your masterpiece. You have outdone yourself.

Why is it called Father and Daughter?”

 

(Words count: 238)

(Written for #TellTaleThursday with Anshu & Priya 

Thank you Anshu and Priya for this lovely prompt.)

 

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‘Eleanor Oliphant is Completely Fine’: Heartbreaking and Heartwarming!!

 

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There are times when we are surrounded by people and we feel as if the noise, the chaos would engulf us. We yearn for sweet-solitude. But, there is a thin line between solitude and loneliness. Being alone can be terrifying.

Eleanor Oliphant, the protagonist, is a woman who leads a routine life each day and though on her own, she seems ‘fine’. As you delve into Eleanor’s world, you are slowly but steadily drawn towards her ‘crossword-solving’, ‘vodka sipping’ persona. Of late, I have come across a number of characters which are delineated as those that have a mundane and timetabled existence. I believe when you are pushing the demons of your inner sanctum, rules help. They help you stay on a premeditated trail and thereby the questions that need to be addressed, lurk in the background. You can defer dealing with them and move on with your life adhering to a set rulebook.

But, Eleanor Oliphant knows somewhere inside her that she cannot escape the past forever. She suddenly finds herself opening up to the outside world. Raymond the tardy colleague soon becomes her lunch buddy as she goes on to untangle her scarred past.

The writing is poignant, warm and witty. Some of the lines that struck me are:

“Obscenity is the distinguishing hallmark of a sadly limited vocabulary”

“I feel sorry for beautiful people. Beauty from the moment you possess it, is already slipping away, ephemeral. That must be difficult.”

“Sometimes you’re too quick to judge people. There are all kinds of reasons why they might not look like the kind of person you’d want to sit next to on a bus, but you can’t sum someone up in a ten second glance. That’s simply not enough time.”

“People don’t like these facts, but I can’t help that. If someone asks you how you are, you are meant to say FINE. You are not meant to say that you cried yourself to sleep last night because you hadn’t spoken to another person for two consecutive days. FINE is what you say.”

The book is replete with such gems and I could go on and on about the sheer beauty of the language.

As Eleonar deliriously grappled with her unresolved past, I grieved, smiled, went into a pensive state of mind, all the while rooting for her and hoping that one day Eleonor Oliphant would certainly be completely ‘fine’.

This book is a masterpiece, both heart-warming and heart-breaking-  an oxymoronic mix which will stay with you long after you have finished turning the pages.

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The Moon #FlashFiction

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He inadvertently found himself drawn towards the window. The moon had risen and though wane, it still reflected back an ethereal image. Memories of her sprang gushing like a gurgling waterfall.

In a different city, she stood transfixed near her bedroom window reminiscing the many evenings they had spent looking at the moon weaving dreams of a joyous future.

The moon that was miles away, descended in the hazy sky, now shining radiantly.

Long distance relationships can probably work, both thought at the same time.

The moon made them realize that when there is true love distance is immaterial.

 

(Word Count : 99 )

Linking up with Rochelle Wisoff who hosts a weekly flash fiction for writers. PHOTO PROMPT © Gah Learner

 

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The Figurine #FlashFiction

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Janice sat on the cream coloured couch staring dolefully at the mantelpiece. The figurine seemed to be staring at her and peering right through her soul.

Her husband Josh looked at her transfixed.

“If it makes you sad why not get rid of it?” he exclaimed.

“If you love me you will do no such thing”.

“Fine.”

Mornings were the most difficult for her. Every morning it dawned on her that things had changed.

Today, as she sat on the couch her eyes searched for the familiar object.

But, it was gone.

It had been a year since Janice lost her thirteen year old daughter in a car crash. On each birthday, she would give her daughter a figurine. This was the last of the lot and her favourite. Her therapist said that she had to let go of it to move on. But, it wasn’t easy.

May be it was time, she felt.

In a house next door, little Johnny seemed mighty pleased with his steal- a cute dog and donut figurine.

 

Written for FFFAW hosted by Priceless Joy. This week’s prompt is from Yinglan Zheng. 

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