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The old building and the girl

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The Old Building and the Girl

Hey, Friends, I recorded a flash fiction. You can listen to it by clicking the below link.

The old building and the girl

The old building has a charm of its own. Standing tall for eons, surviving the testing times. Layers of dust have wrapped it over time inch by inch, draping the structure in many shades of grayness. The walls exhibited resilience as it quietly observed the junction, crowded with people from all walks.  Maybe the only reason why it stood there defiantly all these years with an uncalled eagerness, for there isn’t any dull moment to accost. As the day advances, so is the chaos. The moving traffic, cars honking, and a cacophony of voices escalate with every passing moment. 

Amongst all such oddity there exist this girl on the top floor of the edifice, whose charm brings an unseen calmness to the otherwise tumultuous walks. She possesses the flair of a gorgeous dream, the hope of a beautiful tomorrow, and the charm of an enticing past. Often she walks the serpentine corridors with hair flowing carefree, wearing an ingenuous smile, bringing meaning to an otherwise anarchic surround. Maybe the only reason why the dilapidated building, the bustling street and the sea of people come every day, maybe to experience peace in the shade of her serene presence. 

Apocalypse

The dark clouds were crowding the skies in a hustle. The feathery gray ornate patches appeared like gargoyles lurking in the open as if leaping to gulp everything within its reach. And then the wind howled like thousand wolves bellowing in agony. The trees swayed in haste in a futile attempt to escape the wrath. Nature transformed into a horrific caper, standing on the ledge, on the brim to explode. Was it the final apocalypse, the start of the end. All such questions will be deciphered in a trice, only if one would survive to witness

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Farrago

With a hustle, she dashed down the deserted corridors escaping the wrath of the eldritch scream that still echoed through the frail walls, and though the barrier appeared fragile it showed a defiant grit braving the test of times. The clamor now morphed into a deep bellow with a farrago of about an uncalled eerie. She knew the time had come.

But was she ready for it?

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Opuscule – A Flash Fiction

The aria from the distance beaconed life in short burst , making him desirous and soon thinning away in a whiff. The opuscule kept him delirious the whole night

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Gnomic – A Flash Fiction

Everyone of your smile, the simper one, the smirk display or the guffaws has such a vivid artistry such a enigmatic pull and no matter how hard I try I will never be able to decipher your gnomic unsaid verse

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Lost – A Flash Fiction

The dilapidated house was left ajar, giving an uncalled invitation to any passerby. The aura was spooky and the silence hummed a constant eerie. It was over two days Linda was haphazardly tracking her way to find any human habitation without much success. The house was her only hope. Maybe she would find someone, maybe some clue to break away from the maze she was trapped. With a hesitant mind, she stepped inside, what appeared like a Victorian house from some past yonder. The hallway though draped with layers of cobwebs, appeared grandeur. The rusty balustrade, the wooden long winding staircase, the dusty chandeliers, and the ornate walnut neoclassic settees, pulled her in with ease.

A gentle soft touch on her shoulders shook her to the spine. The ice-cold touch froze her to the ground. It took a herculean effort for her to turn and accost her company. She turned and saw nothing but silence mocking her helplessness with an eldritch bellow.

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Inkhorn – A Flash Fiction

The evening shadows crawled into every visible space of the castle with a tinge shade of grayness. The king with his courtiers assumed their designated positions without uttering a word. The silence prevailed, invariably screaming with an obnoxious eerie. The miasma of discomfort clouded the aura and the court, though looked grandeur, yet appeared like a death knell.

The enemies had invaded their land from every possible direction and they were glaringly close to the town’s outermost periphery moat. The rule book said to put their defensive guards on until the first moat is breached. There were three more such moats the enemy had to breach before they could reach the castle and each moat infested with crocodiles in plenty. The king’s oracle advised to break the age-old inkhorn but the king vehemently denied. A sad affair for the kingdom would soon regret the King’s pedantic thoughts.

Aplomb – A Flash Fiction

The kids in her class were loud and mischievous, creating ruckus every moment of the day. As if the uprooting from her country was not enough. She missed her friends, school, and everything that reminded of her beautiful home town. Now caught in a delirious setup, she put a defiant shield on her smile, like armor and kept her interaction with her alien world to a minimum.

Few miscreants took offense of her silence and never missed a chance to tease her. And then one day they took it to the extreme. While climbing stairs she was deliberately pushed down. She tumbled and fell with bruises all over her body. But she didn’t let her aplomb fade away and got to her feet swiftly. Her football coach, who saw the episode, rushed to her and promised to take harsh action against the culprits, but to everyone’s surprise, she didn’t utter a word against her classmates. She put forth her aplomb face and mentioned it was an accident. That day she made many a friend and her new world after all was not strange anymore.

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The Moon and The Wait

And drenching in the moonlit, looking at the crescent ball endlessly, thinking you must have done your bit of gazing not too long ago from the other side of the world, I smiled.

We don’t converse, but the silent whispers flowing down in the blithe night from up above is enough to keep my hopes alive. The moment, when we will accost each other in an ecstatic splendor. And thinking about such possibilities, I survive even in such lonely nights.

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