55 Word Story - Theme - Paper

This is my life. He wrote his feelings down on me, but I was too late before I reached her. A kid found me, folded me all over and launched me in the air. Oh! Sweet flight. I got lost again, only to find myself sailing and disintegrating as a boat in a muddy gutter.

Prose Mashup : You Found Me v/s Remembering Sunday

He woke up from dreaming and put on his shoes
Started making his way past 2 in the morning
He hasn't been sober for days.....

The sudden realization of urgency makes us more impatient with every passing tick on the clock. Search for it inside, outside, around and beyond... Only to ask ourselves.. What exactly am I looking for here? Can't think straight, loss of focus, never knew that a void this huge existed within.

Where were you
When everything was falling apart?
All my days
Were spent by the telephone
That never rang
And all I needed was a call
That never came
To the corner of First and Amistad

You get comfortable with your discomfort. It doesn't even hurt anymore. Loneliness feels like a sweet, sweet pain. You scream it out loud, but no one can hear it, coz' you've built a soundproof wall all around yourself. I recently read somewhere- sometimes, the walls that we build around us aren't necessarily there to keep people out, but to see who cares enough and is worthy enough to break in. But all that you get to hear is your own echo, and you think,' I'm okay that way'. You let someone into your life and they just break your heart into pieces then walk all over it. Maybe the only person that you can trust is yourself after all.

Even though she doesn't believe in love,
He's determined to call her bluff
Who could deny these butterflies?
They're filling his gut
Waking the neighbors, unfamiliar faces
He pleads though he tries
But he's only denied
Now he's dying to get inside

*humming to self*"Lost and insecure.... You found me... Lying on the floor.. Surrounded... Why'd you have to wait, where were you?... Just a little late.... You found me.." WHY NOW? you were not here when you had to be, then why bother now? You could have just lied to me, you know!

Why'd you have to wait?
To find me, to find me...

Turn off that radio, take a nice hot shower, look at yourself in the mirror, It looks unbearable. But hey the good side is that you have now perfectly learnt to mask your emotions behind that fake smile. No, but the eyes don't lie. A silent tear rolls down your cheek...

I'm not coming back ,
I've done something so terrible
I'm terrified to speak ,
But you'd expect that from me
I'm mixed up, I'll be blunt, now the rain is just
Washing you out of my hair and out of my mind
Keeping an eye on the world,
From so many thousands of feet off the ground, I'm over you now
I'm at home in the clouds, and towering over your head

.... you wipe that tear, and then you smile at yourself. Perfect. No one will notice.

Well I guess I'll go home now...
I guess I'll go home now...
I guess I'll go home now...
I guess I'll go home.

My first 55 Fiction!

As the policemen took attendance that morning, every inmate answered back. Except one.

The warden arrived in Andy’s cell.

He tore out the poster of Andy’s glamor girl. He was shocked.

“HOW did he dig a Kilometer long hole?”

Andy’s effort of 19 years paid off, Thanks to that Rock Hammer.

Hope makes Impossible, Possible.

P.S. This was my first ever 55 Fiction, thanks to the inspiration and encouragement from Kajal and Neeraj. You guys rock! Love you both! And I know, it is not entirely original. I just could not help but realize that the epitome of the essence of this kind of composition has to be somewhere in the Shawshank Redemption!

A shower can change your life...

It was 45 degrees Celsius outside. She was numb with the heat outside and the still cold marble on which she stood bare naked, staring up at it. Her hair was open, and she could feel the warm air brushing through her entire body yet giving her goosebumps from that intense sensation. A million thoughts raced through her mind, all at the same time, there was no room for wonder or no sense in making sense out of anything. Everything she was ever fearful about had suddenly come true. All her insecurities were taking a shape of reality. This was the time. The time to conquer all her fears.

As she looked at that shower head she thought of all the things she had ever been scared of. Right from her fear of heights, to losing her friends and love, to this, her fear of a cold, chilled shower. This was the busiest crossroad of her life, and an inner voice said to her that it was high time she started everything afresh without the fear factor.

The clock was ticking. She had been standing in the same position for the past one hour. In that time she had "almost" turned that faucet about a hundred times, but then she stopped herself just at that thought of facing one of the biggest concerns in her life. She thought that her heart would stop beating the very moment that chilled water touched her skin.

Finally she just closed her eyes, and turned that faucet for once. The water was colder than expected, and she did skip a heartbeat when it touched her skin. But then, she started enjoying it. The longest and coldest shower of her life changed her, changed her life, for good.



P.S. This is my first attempt at fiction. I wanted to stretch it a bit longer but since I have been out of touch off late I did not strain much on it.