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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7 comments:

  1. Shruti10/28/09, 1:41 PM

    Hi gyanaban!
    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!!

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  2. Roshmi Sinha10/28/09, 3:30 PM

    Nicely done...

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  3. aayan10/28/09, 6:02 PM

    Thanks for the comments.Didn't realize anybody would be interested to follow this blog...well I have added the link now.

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  4. Roshmi Sinha10/31/09, 12:30 AM

    I've tried my hand at micro-fiction. Do let me know what you think...

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  5. aria11/1/09, 9:54 AM

    Hmm .. 'living' and existing sometimes are so very similar that it requires no effort .. interesting story.

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  6. aayan11/1/09, 6:10 PM

    Look at those who are dead and living around you.

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  7. Roshmi Sinha11/2/09, 5:56 PM

    Do let me know your take on my latest flash fiction...

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