Unlike reality,writing fiction ...has to make sense... Simple observations about life in the form of short stories,poems and thoughts.It s about life and people. It's about you and me.
October 28, 2009
For 55 Seconds.
A sense of exhilaration engulfed him. He thought this is it .I am done. I am free now, free from all the shackles free from the hell I was in.. I can breathe now. Suddenly he looked around to see the spike had flattened. He would never drink anymore, because he never lived anymore.
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Hey my very first time here!! I loved this 55Fiction so much! Good one yaar!! U don't have a followers widget?
P.S: Hey I love ur template!!
Thanks for the comments.Didn't realize anybody would be interested to follow this blog...well I have added the link now.ReplyDelete
I've tried my hand at micro-fiction. Do let me know what you think...ReplyDelete
Hmm .. 'living' and existing sometimes are so very similar that it requires no effort .. interesting story.ReplyDelete
Look at those who are dead and living around you.ReplyDelete
Do let me know your take on my latest flash fiction...ReplyDelete