Bow-wow - 55 Fiction

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Dogs are territorial, egoistic and selfish beings.
Dogs need constant praise and pamper to treat you with favours.
Dogs want you to hate people belonging to other Dogs. 
Fiction projected Dogs as supreme beings with magical powers and humans believe it.
Dogs are fake, yet sacred and its a Secret.
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Now replace Dog with God 

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PS : Dogs must be lazy !

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Her-55 Fiction

I saw him killing her brutally.
Her mother cried. 
Her mother's love too cried.
His mother supported him in killing.
His mother's love too supported him, mercilessly.
I was in her womb, for months, 
and now, in her dead body's womb...
I am dead before i could open my eyes.
Because,
Again, I was 'Her'!

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Bland-55 Fiction

Note:- 55  Fiction infers to fictional writings limited to 55 words

I know very well about your skills and capability...
You are adept in doing it...
You have got great experience.
You did it earlier..
at many places...
with many people...
Now, you have got the chance to entice me with your suavity
and something in me is desperate for it...
but still, go back! Walmart!

-()-

PS: Brand but bland
PSS: Expressed for 3ww with hinted words Chance, Entice and Suave

When Journey Meant More Than Destination - 55 Fiction

This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 25; the Silver Edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton. The topic for this month is 'When Journey Meant More Than Destination'.

Note:- 55 Fiction infers to fictional writings bounded to a maximum of 55 words.

Her age of 10 is craving for the delicious eye appealing ice creams...

Her taste buds are yearning for the decorated chocolate fountains...

The teddy bears and tweeties are inviting her for embrace...

She exchanged cute smiles with other kids...

Then came the flight announcement and she is yet to know that she is being sold.

-()-

PS : The original title for this post was "Terminal"

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Wherever - 55/77 Fiction

Note:- 55/77  Fiction infers to fictional writings limited to 55 words and an extension to a max of 77 words

Wherever

Trembling in distress, a limping dog was chasing a car, with all its power and energy.

It was an intense chase.

It was focused, desperate and determined.

But the car's speed soon got it left behind.

The dog was yet to know that it had been abandoned by it's owners due to burden of maintenance....(55)
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The poor dog was unable to perceive the reason behind the brutal act. Sadly, the owners knew that the dog was blind. (77)

Free-55 Fiction

This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 23; the twenty-third edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton. The theme for this month is FREE.

Note:- 55 Fiction infers to fictional writings bounded to a maximum of 55 words.

We got freedom.

We have freedom....

.......

Freedom to express and choose .

                 to exploit and suppress.

                 to adapt and evolve.

                 to dilute and corrupt.

                 to have Religion

                 to be slaves of Globalization ...

Freedom for Farmers to drink pesticides

                 for Tribes to convert

                 for Corporates to suck

But we forgot that our freedom was not for Free

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The other day(s)-55 Fictions

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Like any mother, Kaveri loves playing with her one year old son.

................

One day, she was helping him to stand and walk

He was unable to relate with her moves.

He was misinterpreting  her directions.

He gave confused expression with a confused smile.

The kid has got no problem but Kaveri has got squint eyes.

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Srinivas was waiting eagerly for his 6th birthday .

Everything was set for the evening occasion.

More guests were invited than he guessed.

He had never seen his mother in such a beautiful attire.

On that day, she had gifted him the most precious thing he could ever imagine.

...............

....

He has a dad now. Step dad. 

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Venkatamma was praying with submissiveness in the temple.

Her heart was dumped with mixed emotions and devotion.

Her husband's heart surgery was set for that day despite their pungent poverty.

That was her last visit to the temple.

She applied tilak on her forehead for the last time.

Next day was her compulsive Conversion into ... 

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Wherever - 55 Fiction

Note:- 55 Fiction infers to fictional writings bounded to a maximum of 55 words.

Wherever

Trembling in distress, a limping dog was chasing a car, with all its power and energy.

It was an intense chase.

It was focused, desperate and determined.

But the car's speed soon got it left behind.

The dog was yet to know that it had been abandoned by it's owners due to burden of maintenance
 

Will - 55 Fiction

Note:- 55 Fiction infers to fictional writings bounded to a maximum of 55 words.

Will

Harsh winters.

Dark midnight.

Isolated street.

Scaring silence.

Barking dogs. 

Active mosquitoes.

A bright street light.

A person beneath it was reading a book with concentration.

Sleep was inviting him but passion ignited him.

It was his compulsive compulsion as well as obligation. 

He was about to give his graduation exams.

He was a Gurkha.

Framed - 55 Fiction

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... wet roads , fresh streams, bathed trees and tired leaves, virgin rain drops, a beautiful house,  romantic and inviting ambiance, lonely couple, hot coffee, budding love, gushing instincts , drops shying away slowly, touching distance, natural desires, appealing looks, stealing thoughts, bridging silence, audible heart beats ...... but the only disappointment is that this is not a 55 fiction

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Credits

Image - Window Rain Drops by Eric Alder
Courtesy - www.deviantart.com via www.blogaton.in

Connection-55 Fiction

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Connection

Cafe Coffee Day, Six pm… 

Unexpected rain…

Since few months, Chandu was eagerly and anxiously awaiting for that  special day.

She was in front of him now.

Though he knew that she wouldn’t reject his proposal, he was bit apprehensive. 

He looked straightly into her beautiful eyes and said, “Could you please dump me ?”

 

Journey - 55 Fiction

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Journey

Summer noon ...... First AC coach...... two guys in chat while typing their facebook updates on Indian corruption and politics..............

................

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"It is ridiculous to have third class bogies connected to this train ".

 "It is quite common to have thorns beneath the roses".

"But still i love them" .

"Why ????".

"Their presence indeed accentuates my luxury and pride".

Duty - 55 Fiction

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Duty

It was his first job.

It was his first day.

He went to temple in the morning.

He was bit anxious and tensed.

He approached his work place with apprehension.

His colleagues welcomed him warmly.

He was assigned a routine task.

He jumped into his work quickly........

......jumped into the overflowing manhole to fix it.

Precision - 55 Fiction

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Precision

The oxygen atoms are in pact with hydrogen atoms...

The energy transformation among electrons is spectacular ...

The shape of water molecules is quite appealing ...

The chlorophyll is in a mood of transformation....

The sound waves are just around the corner...

It is not a chemistry lab...

............................

......What a shot!!!

It is high definition picture clarity.

Profession - 55 Fiction

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Profession

They take your hard earned money, with all your consciousness, through different means and at different times.

You cannot avoid them.

They are everywhere.

They appeal you emotionally with their masks and behavior.

They exploit you for being empathetic.

This virtual robbery happens daily.

You feel very helpless.

They are not beggars, they are corporates.

Lief Lifes - GingerChai 55 Fixes

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Lie

Indira, never bothered about price tags, was flushing thousands of bucks in the city's most ostentatious mall...

What mattered her was the brands...

On her way to home, she had stopped by a maize corn cart, lowered her car's window, and asked the vendor, "How much?".

He replied, "5 rupees each, madam..."

"...3 for 10 rupees?", she bargained.

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Alive

There are national and international policies and programs to protect endangered species like Tigers, panda etc...

Recent reports reveal that there is one more species which needs attention and focus...

Though every one knows the reason behind the fall in their count, no one hardly bothers about them...

Scientists have named the species as "Indiana-Farmer".

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 Live

 She used to be very simple with emotional inclination towards societal well being and oneness ...

But, her affinity towards materialistic and consumerist life style forced her into prostitution...

She is so beautiful that customers hardly bother that she has got only one leg...

She is suffering from cancer...

She is not Indira, she is India.

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PS : The  word "Indiana-Farmer" is not a typo and i have deliberately used it to represent the Latin nomenclature syndrome of researchers whenever they name something new :)

Action - 55 Fiction

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Action

She had prepared herself physically and psychologically...

It was part of their mission and she had to execute the plan...

She took the oath one more time and reached the venue...

She had approached him and touched his feet after garlanding him...

She pressed her waist belt button...

It didn't explode.

It was a rehearsal.

Breaking - 55 Fiction

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Breaking

Everyone is eagerly and anXiously awaiting for the neXt update of  the Shames of India prime news ...

The channel is airing an eXclusive  c'over'age of the most famous and popular personality of the country ...

People all over the nation have been following the channel since yesterday ...

The update flashed, "Her new pet dog pissed, again" .

Boundary - 55 Fiction

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Boundary

We are playing cricket in the outskirts of our village...

He is looking at us with apprehension ...

He is hesitating to come near to us...

Obviously, the societal customs are stopping him to join us in the game...

He knows very well about the drastic consequences  ...

Nope, he is not an untouchable ...

But we are ...

Sick - 55 Fiction

Note:- 55 Fiction infers to fictional writings bounded to a maximum of fifty-five words.

Sick

It is paining him again.

His age of seven could not tolerate it anymore.

Raju has been suffering from one of the widespread diseases for last 3 years.

In his case it is hereditary.

In spite of so much scientific advancement, medical science is yet to invent remedy for it.

It is Chronic.

It is Hunger.

PS : Nearly 212 million people suffer from chronic hunger and undernourishment in India, while others spend their time trying to lose weight.