Team Blog-o-holics' first entry. Walking on high heels can be a pain, thought Tara, as she stopped to adjust the straps of her wedges. She placed a hand on little Roohi's shoulders for support as she struggled with them. Everything in place, they started walking, Tara almost dragging her 9 year old daughter. "Hurry … Continue reading Week1 – FirstPost – #GameOfBlogs by BlogAdda
When anna saw the house for the first time, she was quite taken by it. She loved the oak wood paneling and the wooden floor. She liked how the Sun filtered through the massive stained glass window in the kitchen. The house had a certain 'old world' charm she was a sucker for. What she … Continue reading The Missing Stair – A Flash Fiction
Ravi couldn't believe his luck as he eyed the necklace lying under the rotten garbage. His eyes glistened with greed and he moved his tongue over his lower lip. He didn't mind the putrid smell that invaded his nostrils. Neither did he mind the maggots swarming the bin and moving up his arms. He moved … Continue reading The Necklace
Bobby felt an elbow poking him on the side and heard his friend whisper, “Get up, Bobby! Mr. Jones is looking at you.” It took huge will power to open his eyes and as soon as he did, he stared right into Mr. Jones' eyes. Bobby squirmed, shifted in his seat muttering a 'Sorry, Mr. … Continue reading Punishment
I gritted my teeth and slowly chew my words, mincing them into shrapnel. "If you weren't a friend I would've killed you." "Pretty sure you would have gotten away with it too." Her words acted as a catalyst to my already seething temper and I settled for the second best thing to murder. I slapped … Continue reading Politician’s Daughter
He looked at the bruises covering his body and sighed, a slight moan escaping his dry lips, as he limped his way along the deserted sidewalk. He would never have imagined that such a simple activity like walking could feel so tiresome if it weren't for today. He carried on, albeit slowly, dragging his right … Continue reading As luck would have it.
It all started on a cold January afternoon while I was returning from college, hands in pocket and satchel on back, hurrying to cross the deserted alleyway. It was then I felt those eyes on me, roving over my body and boring into my back, penetrating the many layers of clothing to reach my heart … Continue reading Kidnapped.
It's funny that you are asking me who am I because you have met me so many times but hardly ever made an effort to notice or recognize me. I am the girl you bullied at school, calling me names and making fun of me in public, taking advantage of your being a boy just … Continue reading Who Am I ?