Sunday, January 26, 2014

Theme 17: 2014: Pristine

From @ranjanikanth: 

Sun shone through the leaves, announcing a new day, a new beginning. People had never slept through the night. They were shocked still. Nightmares and anger were brooding. A young Sikh lad picked up a handful of wet mud covered in blood. Bhagat would preserve it as a symbol of violence against his pristine motherland.

From @sourcasm: 

Ishita's love for Rohan was still pristine. They were going to celebrate their 15th wedding anniversary today despite having endured so much together. From their parents refusal to society's acceptance and then their financial struggle.

"Sorry, I need a divorce. I fell in love with someone and I can't live a lie anymore" said Rohan hastily.

From @aalfpaayil: 

She remembered the first time, the ugliness and the shame. She was inured to it now. She had to be. Her body had been bought, violated and brutalized many times over the last four years. Tonight, for the first time, it was different. His touch sent shivers down her spine. Tonight, she let a man defile her soul. This was going to be hard. 

From @donbratman: 

Tears rolled down his cheek. He  didn't know how to face her. She would stop talking to him. She gave him a new clean shirt just that morning and he fell into a ditch. 5 year old Karthik went into a store, handed in all his pocket money and bought a sachet of Surf Excel.

From @ungaayaa: 

It was dark when Subhash woke up, inside his tent at a forest in Karnataka. Picking up a torch, he walked out and took a leak.

"Life regained", he said loudly when he realised a lone elephant standing to his right. Shaken, he did the unthinkable; he flashed the torch light into its eyes.


From @qwzrs: 

The weary Bedouin wiped off his sweat. Three days he had wandered the desert without water. His heart leapt when he sighted a distant oasis pond, in all its pristine glory. Life itself! As he ran, despair replaced delight as the pristine pond evaporated before his eyes. The desert pulling its oldest trick –a mirage.

From @snehzana: 

The dreams about her grandma, books and chocolates haunted her. She knew she had to do something about it.  Next day, she went  to  storeroom  & finally found what she was looking for. The old, yet pristine cookbook of her grandma. She knew that her recurring dreams would stop & her life rescued.

From @Jazz_CB: 

He looked around. All he could see was trees. They’d journeyed 15 kilometers, mostly on foot, to arrive at these beautiful pristine surroundings. The smell of nature hovered in the air, and he paused, to take it all in. He turned to his partner and said, “everybody will love the new mall we build here”.

From @_souringpie: 

“You are divine like sunshine! Elegant like god’s own design! Glowing like a pearl,pristine! Evergreen like Christmas pine! Perfect like Picasso’s line! Mesmerizing like an old wine! Oh dear <insert name>,will you,forever-and-ever, be mine?How’s this?”

“Wow!”“Is this final,sir?”“Yeah, but what does <insert name> mean?”

“ You #$%#%#^&!! How could you even get a girl?”

From @Kanakkupullai: 

She was crying. "I'm depressed Abhi, it's all over! I hate this life!"

He stared at her. He held Ram's hand, shoved Ram at her, "Look at him!"

Ram was smiling, tugging at his shirt clumsily, drooling. 

"This boy is our life. Do you hate him?"

She cuddled Ram, "I'm sorry Ram, I love you!"

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