The Life After : IV

A drabble is a form of microfiction that renders a work of fiction exactly in 100 words. This is the concluding part of a quartet of 55-fiction posts. However I chose to post it as a drabble to grant myself the liberty of 45 extra words.

Read Part I, Part II & Part III

“A year.. nothing has altered.. the tears, the despair… the solitude, the anguish.  We strived to thrive in our asunder worlds, but foundered in severing the bonds and fetters of love.

The silver Maybach quivered vehemently on the colossal bridge. He pressed down the accelerator.. Tears blurred his sight. I was shackled by invisible manacles, helpless. The Maybach crashed against the cast palisade and whizzed into the air.

From the dazed mob emerged a smile, a smile I had missed for long. His eyes gleamed with an ethereal bliss, as he gazed into my eyes. Our worlds have united again.”

Cherry On Top

Yet another honourable award from my dear friend and fellow blogger Nils. I am so glad that you found that little bit extra here. I really love you and your blog. Always stick to the pen :)

Thank you so much for the award. My heartfelt gratitude ..

Rules:

·         Thank the person that gave this to you.

·         Copy the award and put it on your blog.

·         List 3 things you love about yourself.

·         Post a picture you love (e.g a person you adore etc.).

·         Tag 5 people you wish to pass this award on to.

As I already did the first two things, I will skip to the 3^rd step.

3 Things I love about myself :-

-          I love that I have amazing friends.. I have (mostly) always been lucky with friends. *TouchWood*

-          I love that I am pretty much able to express myself in words.

-          I love  that I am able to love unconditionally, be it human or animals.

And the 5 people I tag are :-

The Shadow Girl

Sonu

Guria

Megha

BondgalRulz

My Dark Angel

As I repose in peace, she guards upon me.

When I am about to take a fallacious stride,

she compels me to foresee.

If I falter in my path, she grabs my arm.

When I am perturbed, she calms me with her charm.

When I am down, she boosts me up.

And sets me sail on the waves of hope.

If the going gets rough & I ain’t nimble enough,

She takes my hand and aids me cope.

She is headstrong, she is spry,

There is none like her,

No matter how much you try.

As tenebrous clouds of gloom impend on me,

She emerges like the incandescent silver line in the sky.

When I drift away to a whimsical land,

She pricks and jerks me back to reality,

Even before I can defy.

She scratches, she bites,

but she is dead scared of heights.

If you pester her, she smacks hard & kicks higher,

but she is petrified of fire.

If you tickle her then she turns crimson

and sanguine like a cherry.

With her demeanor she makes everyday merry.

At times she is like a tongue-twister,

And sometimes she acts like an archaic transistor,

Oh and when she unravels a secret ‘bout me,

She wears a smirk so sinister.

Now.. who could that be other than my big sister!

I know she bears a mystic magic wand,

And sometimes she wanders away to a far off land..

She is .. “My Dark Angel”.

The Life After : III - 55 Fiction #6

55 Fiction is a form of microfiction that renders a work of fiction within a word limit of 55 words. It is a contemporary form of expression which is greatly thriving among the neoteric writers.  This is the third one in the series.   

“I wish he could move on.. ravage my memories and start all over. I am not a part of his world anymore. He has to embrace his dreams and strive for happiness... regain his paradise and not lament over the lost one. Three months.. every night I still wistfully gaze at him, whimpering to sleep.”

Read Part I and Part II  

The Life After : II - 55 Fiction #5

55 Fiction is a form of microfiction that renders a work of fiction within a word limit of 55 words. It is a contemporary form of expression which is greatly thriving among the neoteric writers.  This is the sequent to the last microfiction.  

“A soul.. I am not meant to retain empathy or pathos. But his distress provokes an unbearable pain within me. I fail to seek solace in tears. My tears have forsaken me.. They deny to escape my eyes.

Two weeks.. every night I watch him slouch onto the desolate bed, striving to blink away his tears… ”

Read Part I

The Life After : I - 55 Fiction #4

55 Fiction is a form of microfiction that renders a work of fiction within a word limit of 55 words. It is a contemporary form of expression which is greatly thriving among the neoteric writers.  A few more microfictions may follow to elucidate and make headway for this concise account.

“His arms had been the warm coven I had often crumbled into. Tonight there is a void. I kneel by his bed as I watch him reach for me in his sleep.. in vain. For the world, I am departed. But I shall be here.. always, discerning his pain, but unable to comfort him.”