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Human

CCC40

“Why do you keep going back to that forest? “
“It just feels right to go home to rest”
“There used to be your home years back. Also, do you feel tired? “
“No. I just feel that nights are to go home and rest.”
“Uh Uh, There is something wrong in the code. You can not be showing ancient human symptoms. It has been ages they slept in the night. The Internet ruined that.
“Am I not human, then?”

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Inspired by CCC40 [image] and Six sentence story [word: code] 

Stories

This is the final part of the story. Part 1 & Part 2 [linked]

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“I did not expect you to look older though”, he said genuinely surprised to find her standing in front of him.

“We age too, and part of this is to blend in when I visit Earth.” She replied as she settled on the mountain ledge.

“How did you even find this place ?”, she continued.

“Followed the signs from the old stories my ancestors collected. I realized quite late that stories are where all the knowledge is hidden. It’s a pity, people have stopped listening to them”. He said softly

“The stories are your bloodline, same as your son’s,  all this while. I feared he would fare best as a storyteller. And he figured the same when he seeked you out to learn this dying art.”

“My son ?” he asked puzzled, till he remembered the young man at his home, the one who after a year, had left that very morning to spread the ancient wisdom in the world, as a payment for his training.

Written for Six Sentence Story

Courage

PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook

As she took the train to her town again, she hoped today, she had the courage to get off the train.
She was once a darling of her charming little town, an amateur singer who had run ran away to seek more fame.
If only her voice had stayed the same.

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Inspired by Friday fictioneers (image), Weekend Writing prompt (word: Amateur ) , Tale Weaver (word: Darling)

SON

Cenote Cave in the Yukatan by mattiaverga at Pixabay.com

He finally found the secret cave.
She appeared in the early morning with her guards.
As she waved in and out of the waterfall, she relished being home.
This was one of the few spots she could enter Earth.
This was where she met her son each year.

And today he too would see his boy.


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Inspired by Six sentence story (word prompt: wave) and Twittering tales (image prompt)

Meeting point

PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

“They congregated up in the hills, far away from judging eyes”, he answered.
We were newly inducted to this secret society which my great-grandfather had started to track unexplained people and keep detailed records.We gathered intel on these aliens among humans who needed to be handled immediately.
“But that would be extreme,to do now”
“We can meet in this plaza”, he offered.
“The one with the white statue with eyes covered ?”
“Yeah, she sees nothing. We see nothing. The fucking world sees nothing nowadays.”
The cameras see it all, we knew but those could be erased.


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Inspired by First Line Friday (first line) and Friday Fictioneers (photo)

My stroy

Photo by Zoë Pappas at Pexels.com
“Take all the time you want,” he said encouragingly, pushing the paper and pen along with it, towards me.
If only I had time, I thought.
I knew I had to do this soon, if not right away. So, after years of hiding behind silence, I wrote the story all wanted to hear,but not the truth.

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Written for Twittering tales ( story in 280 characters or less, based on image )

Outsider

Photo by Lisa Fotios @ Pexels.com
Photo by Lisa Fotios @ Pexels.com

They were lost in the conversation, whatever, or whoever, it was about.

He was curious to know, but he knew better than to ask.

He had learned this part of hanging out with the ladies from early on – He was good to be passed the secret recipes, but not other’s secrets. Not yet.

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Written for Twittering Tales #144 (Photo prompt / Write a story in 280 character or less)

The Muse

It did not surprise me anymore, this struggle between holding on and letting go. It has started recently, but I had felt myself giving it more thought with every stroke. It was his doing; I wanted to scream but did not want to give him the satisfaction of knowing that he could provoke me.

I stepped back to look at the painting.

Earlier, I was bolder in colors and the grandness of the scenes, while he taught me to add the details. The muse had become the teacher I was not ready to please. He still demanded it all.

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Prompted @ Carrot Ranch [ Flash fiction Challenge in exactly 99 words – Paint ]

#flashfiction : Untitled

It was the second night he got stuck in traffic at the intersection. Actually it was a little ahead of the intersection but the buildings around were same as yesterday. There was a dark soot covered , two story house on his right side which would have remained un-noticed if the lady was not standing in the balcony. Wearing a sparkling silver night dress , she was engrossed in knowing the reason of the traffic jam. Perhaps all the honking was disturbing her in whatever she was doing at the moment. This made him smile, the various assumptions about the lady’s activities.
And just then , the traffic surged ahead and he too was forced to move. He was blocking the traffic and was the sole reason for all the honking on the road.