|I keep it short. [That random guy who introduced 'Shorties' to Lettrs]|
"Thank..." the words of gratitude remained incomplete as her boatful of rescuers disappeared into gushing waters to reach other cries for help! She never saw the boat again. "Angels exist!" she concluded.
In rescue boats and relief camps!
Social Media made him a bigot.
Relief Camp made him a human, again.
"No! Can't put a price on these lives," said the fisherman who refused money offered to him by the rescued surgeon. From that day, the doctor's hospital ran completely on donations.
"He is an investment," thought the 21-year-old, who was hoping to make it big.
"She is an investment," thought the rich 22-year-old, who was orphaned recently.
They were both looking at different returns. She was aiming for his Company. He was looking forward to her company!
She regretted not thanking the mysterious man in the shadows who had thrown open the door for her to escape the dungeons. A little light on the silhouetted figure would have revealed that her ‘rescuer’ was her kidnapper.
Selling 10 popcorn packets could feed her ailing husband waiting for her at home. Miles away in London, her son had just bought 10 juice packets for his daughter - whom this popcorn selling grandma had helped bring up for the first six months.
Dear Drew & the other awesome staff of Lettrs,
It's been almost 2 years that I have been a part of this app, and you guys have been a big part in directly or indirectly reviving the writing bone in me. Through your regular encouraging words, challenges & prompts, and the advertisement on the front page, you ensured that I became a regular contributor here. Heck, you guys even started a separate section for Shorties! And how can I forget I was placed third in the Lettrsman of the Year poll conducted by the lovely Elvira! And how can I forget, through this app, I did make some beautiful acquaintances & gorgeous friends! Thank you for those moments and memories! Good days!
However, here's a fe...
Her dark past had left too many scars in her heart to freak out to her own shadows! Her prank-loving girl did not know that. Halloween was never the same between the mother and the daughter since!
#Skylark Challenge 110
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They read out eulogies during his funeral following a tragic death. Next day at DAWN, her blind canine friend led her through a row of mansions to a SOFT familiar voice. With a PIERCING look, she saw through the GRAPHITE-hearted man, who had just staged & faked his own murder to claim a new identity & a new life!
'From the Greasy Garage to my Own Golf Course', the billionaire's autobiography of the rags to riches story was inspirational to many, but fictional to his wife! She knew of the pages he never wrote!
"His smirk at me just got to my nerves. If that letch wasn't in his car, I would have punched him," she said.
She saw him again the next day, but without his shades. She froze. Amused at the sounds of the streets, the blind boy in the car smirked again.
He hated breaks in conversations. That explains why he changed the Auto Backup time for his WhatsApp from 2 AM to 10 AM. She had successfully lured him to her, at least as far the timezone was concerned.
"Happy Independence Day!" she wished him with as wide a smile as the patch on the little boy's rugged shirt, as he handed her a tricolour flag, before running off to sell another one.
Investigations revealed that, Jack & Jill were pushed down the hill...
By Humpty Dumpty as an act of revenge.
She was mighty impressed for he came in a different car, every date to pick her up. It all broke down the day when he unknowingly drove her own car she had given for repairs. The mechanic's punctured ego was never mended.
She went to bed hungry, yet satisfied knowing that her husband will be smiling from heaven's portals for keeping their little ones well fed.
She took the keys to his heart as she walked out on him, but it was the keys to his bank locker that she hurt him the most with.
They wondered how a perfect driver like him would be involved in a crash. The absent-minded hearse driver had forgotten he had already placed the dead body in the mortuary & his friend was sitting at the back.
"Would you read if I write a book about my life?" he asked
"No, cause' I am your life & I am afraid I might just re-discover my hidden past," she replied.
They took away his pen & hid him from the public, yet his silence bled the ink that spoke louder than his words. A nation found its resolve to fight for a silent hero & its own freedom.
Clumsy with words, his facial expressions looked stupid for the corporates. It didn't take him too long to become a legend as a mime artist.
The judge took a long hard look at the 19 year old, as he was about to declare a lifeterm. The striking semblance of the accused with his own face reminded the judge of his own dark past.
As she saw her best friend walk down the aisle with another woman, a wide smile hid the regret of the day she asked him never to fall in love with her.
He was confident he'll get away with his "perfect crime." That was until the sleuths found out that the victim's pet parrot could talk.
He was mocked for playing with stones & sticks, when they swung their swords and spears.
Came the hour, when their swords stayed in their sheaths, but his stone left the sling & fell the giant. The nation got its new hero.
As his mansion engulfed in flames, the mongrel he fed daily was the only friend he was left with. That was until his canine buddy dug out a bottle with a map to the unfound treasures of the kings.
No matter how hard she tried, she just could not get over Rob, the man she herself had killed, in the final part of her bestseller.
The sight of an old woman dressed in a wedding gown waiting at the train station every year for the past 30 years on that day was common to the locals & strange to the tourists. That wait ended with a tap on her shoulder from a young man in his 20s, with a strikingly similar face as that of the photograph in her hand.