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.”

A New Beginning – 55 Fiction #3

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 my attempt in rendering this genre a cheerful and jaunty touch.

“Once upon a time, Zack, the puppy, peeved by the atrocities of the world, decided to migrate to a far away land. He rambled on relentlessly until he arrived in a halcyon land of pellucid skies and magnanimous flora n fauna. He was appeased.

But…   it was China...   the land where they eat dogs..”

PS: I seek clemency and compassion if I have appeared as a racist or offended anyone. All statements have been made in a jocular spirit. 

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The Rebirth - 55 Fiction #2

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. Here is the second one!  

“The frigid water was pacifying. The blade between her fingers gleamed. She strived to thrust it deep into her wrist, but barely scraped her skin. There was a sardonic defiance. The life within her stirred. The blade slipped into water and her hands veered to her venter. The indignant and resentful woman perished. 
‘A Mother Was Born’.”

Dusk - 55 Fiction #1

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 my first attempt and I hope it is worth a glance!  

“He was perched on the rocks awaiting her return. He reckoned, anything hurled at the ocean, returns with the waves. At twilight, his sleep perturbed, he had gaped from the porch, as his mother tread into the ocean. It was dusk, he still awaited her return. Alas! The waves couldn’t revert her.”

PS: This is about the bewilderment of a naïve and juvenile mind at being unable to decipher the complexities of life and innocence with which it deals with the atrocities of life.