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Dread: My first solo e-book of short stories

I have always been very observant about whatever happens around us. A lot of my short stories and other forms of micro fiction over the years have always been based on what I have seen and what I feel may happen. The ability of humans to survive all odds and come up trumps is what keeps me going.

Each of the five stories in this e-book is based on my thoughts and experiences of the way humans survive in difficult situations.

There are so many of us who work late at night, don’t we? Haven’t we ever felt nervous on what could happen? A safari sounds like an experience of a lifetime. But what if things go awry? If you are on the way home and suddenly run into a tragedy happening around you, how would you react? Do you just run away? We all wait for that perfect holiday with our family. But what if the perfect holiday turns into a perfect nightmare?

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Five Sentence fiction: Sole survivor

She was thankful to be alive..

She was thankful to be alive..

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“It’s difficult to even imagine the gamut of emotions she must be going through.”

Linda was on the way to meet her parents when her plane plunged towards the ocean at a rate of knots. She distinctly remembered the screams and cries for help ringing out and about the cabin only to black out when things unravelled.

While she was thankful to be alive, she was reminded of the screams and cries of the others every night. She always wondered what God had in mind for her for keeping her alive amidst such a horrific tragedy.

I am participating in the A to Z challenge in April  and the theme I have chosen is Micro-fiction

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100 word fiction: As it waited for its prey..

As it waits for its prey..

As it waits for its prey..

© 2015, Barbara W. Beacham

I watched the vulture looking at me hungrily as I lay on the ground bleeding and injured. What had I done wrong? I was just a tiny little bird who was trying to learn the way things work in the big bad world.

My mother had advised me to be careful of those big creatures who had always troubled us. And therefore, she never allowed me to go out anywhere without my siblings. But I always sneaked out when she wasn’t around. While I did get caught many a time, today was different.

It had become a day of despair.

Linking to Finish the Story

Linking to NaBloPoMo (National Blog Post Month – November – My post no 1 for this month.

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100 word fiction: That rainy night..

The rainy night..

The rainy night..

PHOTO PROMPT -© Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

“If I don’t leave tonight, I wouldn’t be able to make it to the conference tomorrow.”

Though it was raining heavily, he decided to drive down much against his family’s wishes to wait till the next morning. The highway surrounded by mountains was prone to getting dangerous from landslides and other accidents during poor weather. But he was always up for challenges.

When he didn’t call the next morning, his parents filed a missing complaint at the police station. His body was found a few days later far away from his car which seemed to have fallen down a cliff.

Written for the photo prompt and you can read the other entries here.

This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.

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Linking to NaBloPoMo (National Blog Post Month – October – My post no 3 for this month.

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42 word fiction: How long has it been?

He misses her..

It’s been more than a year since she left his side.

He had loved her more than anyone else or so he thought.

But God had other plans and he took her away just when she had

begun to make a difference.

Linking to NaBloPoMo (National Blog Post Month – September – My post no 14 for this month.

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Five Sentence Fiction: Flames

Flames spreading thick and fast..

Flames spreading thick and fast..

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“Maam, you can’t go inside the house. It would be very dangerous for your life.” Though she tried as much as she could, the officers had a tight grip on her hand and all she could do was stand and watch the horrifying scene.

The Johnson’s had just gone over to their friends place nearby for a simple dinner after having put their children – Kate and Hanna to sleep.

It had been just 20 minutes since they had left when they heard a plane crashing into their neighbourhood setting many houses including theirs on fire.

Written for Five Sentence Fiction Prompt: Flames. Read the other entries here.

Linking to NaBloPoMo (National Blog Post Month – July – My post no 1 for this month.

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42 word fiction: When she left home..

Happy times..

In happy times..

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She left home one day never to return again.

Her parents searched in every nook and corner asking all around without luck.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, her body was recovered.

She had been mercilessly raped and beaten to death.

Linking to NaBloPoMo (National Blog Post Month – February – My post no 10 for this month.

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55 word fiction: Despair

Despair

Despair

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I gave him all the love and affection usually reserved for my family. In return, he just gave hollow promises of love and togetherness. From the day he walked out of my life, hope and despair reigned supreme as I tried to pick up the pieces. Though the years passed by, the tears never stopped.

Written for the Indispire Prompt 52: Write a story ending with ‘… and the tears never stopped’

Linking to NaBloPoMo (National Blog Post Month – February – My post no 6 for this month.

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100 word fiction: Delight

The garden maze

The garden maze

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“Where are you hiding Anna? Today, I’ll surely find you.” He uttered with a mock devilish laughter.

All of 6 years, Anna, his daughter had been his life since the time the rest of his family had passed away in an unforeseen tragedy.

The day his life turned upside down, he decided that his sole mission in life had to be his daughter’s happiness. She loved playing hide and seek with her dad in the garden maze next door. Though George could always find her pretty easily, he let her win just to see that delight on her little face.

Written for the photo prompt and you can read the other entries here.

Linking to NaBloPoMo (National Blog Post Month – February – My post no 4 for this month.

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Peshawar Attack: Lives Lost. Dreams Crushed.

Peshawar Army Public School Attack

Peshawar Army Public School Attack

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Anwar was like every other 16 year old of his age who loved music, movies and spending time on the Internet playing games and surfing on Facebook. A topper in his class, he was full of life and had many friends who loved him for his affable nature and his ability to keep everyone happy. Little did his mom know that when she was making his breakfast today, it would be the last time she would be making something for him. Anwar always hugged her before leaving for school. She couldn’t have even imagined in her wildest dreams that it was the last time she was hugging him.

There were hundreds of Anwar’s today. They were full of life and came to school with happiness and joy lit on their faces. They had heard about terrorists and such attacks in other parts of Pakistan and the world. But for them school was a place to study, make friends and learn the lessons of life. Dressed in neatly ironed uniforms with bags containing books and their lunch boxes, they got out of their buses and walked to the classrooms for another exciting day.

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