Theme 112 - Contempt

From @pinkfluid: She looked away amidst all the chaos the bomb has caused. People were running all around her. Some gathered in circles to look at the only person who was killed. None helped him in his suffering. “Maybe they could have saved him from the bomb. Then he would die at the hand of Dementors.”

From @servantofkrsna:

"As soon as I see you settled in life, I'd waste no time in leaving this house." She said in a matter of fact tone.

"It's easier said than done considering the society we live in." He remarked.

"Contempt is a very strong emotion, son. Makes me indifferent. "

From @TheFraudMallu:

Nayan had his eyes fixed outside the window.  Anagha and Sumukh, holding hands, were seated on the floor. Jay and Neharika were still arguing and finally Neharika shouted rather screamed “Contempt kiya Jay. Apologise kar”

Startled, Nayan turned around and asked “Kaun tempt kar raha hain tujhe”

Moral: Dear Ex Girlfriend Your Delhi Accent Sucks

From @haemlet:

The mirror wouldn’t lie to her. Right?

She looked at herself again and again. Her hair flowed beautifully. It was much longer now. Her lips looked luscious. She was dressed well, and looked presentable. It was strange for her to admire herself, yet she could see that she liked it. Then why hadn’t he.

From @TheScotchGirl: Sheila knew she bagged this one but Neha was just one point away. One point away err well she was everyone’s favourite. Sheila walks into HRD hoping for some information, no one’s there. Neha’s personnel file spread on the desk.  Damn it she is two points ahead of me Sheila makes the change, sorry Neha.

From @slokabs: “My dear brothers and sisters! I am glad to see you all here, showing your support and confidence in me as I assume the mantle of Chief Minister. As a token of appreciation, please collect your coupon for a free air conditioner as you leave.” Manish spat contemptuously and switched off the TV in disgust.

From @CruciFire:

The Dark Knight.
Ocean's Eleven.
Mission Impossible.
The Italian Job.

Movies that lure me into robbing, stealing or committing felony.

Con-tempt, the emotion they evoke!

From @roshd: She looked at him with contempt as she visited him at the asylum. A vegetable. She had proved he was crazy and violent in court and had him confined to the sanatorium. She was enjoying his wealth as he rotted away.She didn’t expect him to throttle her to death. Paagal kuch bhi kar sakta hai.

From @monathais:

"The forest had always been her mysterious place.
Few dared touch its black-leaves.

Spells and spills protected its magic treasure.
Then He came and asked her to erase it. She wept bitter tears. She suffered. She cursed.

“Why would men like something so ugly?” she asked herself, looking down into the mirror.
She felt naked."

From @JeeveSobs: He continued making the same mistake again and again, and it got continually exploited again and again. Finding no other alternative, he finally emailed, with helpless hands, asking for help to fix his network's security. The 16 year old complied, replying in contempt to the 30 year old professional web administrator.

From @vchatting:

Why are we 'airing' the contest for 1hour and not 4?
Boss, when the medium is 'Radio', with an 'average listening time' of 12mins, who will stick for 4hours to win those dumb coupons? Even an hour is a stretch...
In 20years experience, I've made every contest work...
Atleast 'try' to be logical, Boss!

From @BoozeSexSundry: She left the horde clanking glasses with fake smiles. Backless dresses, neon ties. He sat beside her on the empty stool. Not maintaining eye contact, she acknowledged his presence and shifted in her seat, her chipping black nailpaint, chipping further. ‘Who ARE you sitting beside?’ echoed voices. Voices he contemptuously ignored. Voices she indirectly thanked.

From @PeaceOVent: The lights were off. She was alive in the silence of the night. She turned on the television, flipping channels aimlessly. Scene after scene of incoherent thought filled her senses. Damn this idiot tube, she thought. My Shaw beckons. The lights were on.

Theme 111 - Character

From @slokabs: Reena had to look her part. Her stylist tousled her hair a bit, smudged some of her red lipstick and set her sari so that her slender waist was visible more than usual. Reena was uncomfortable. Playing the part of someone with loose morals was difficult, because it was far removed from her real-life persona.

From @Sneak_Speak: She was beautiful – as they all are. She was a devoted companion, a loyal friend, and the love of my life. But there was so much more to her. From the day she first came into my life, to the day she was so abruptly taken away from me, I knew that dog had character.

From @writingchalk:

“Sir... don’t fire him, please. He’s such a nice guy. Always cheerful, and a great team member. The girls say he’s a ‘take-home-to-meet-parents’ guy.”

“He has to go! What good has he done for the company anyway?”

And absent-mindedly, I said aloud, “It’s not who you are underneath, it’s what you do that defines you.”

From @swordfish19: Is any profession moral today? Professions have become means to earn money. Lawyers defend the wrong guy, doctors operate for money and teachers sell education. Heck, even priests earn in the name of religion. Profession is no longer a calling. Even the character printed on that bank note must be squirming, falling into these hands.

From @nirmalad: There were no cell phones then. She waited, her fingers trembling and tears welling up in her large, evocative eyes. She waited for the phone to ring. To hear his voice. But there came none. Surely, there was a miscommunication. Something was amiss. Not one to disown... he was not devoid of character.

From @sinpinklove: She lived a life of her own.She travelled the world. She smiled at strangers. She spoke with her heart. She danced with her soul.She slept with random men. Her life had no boundaries. Society called her "characterless".Gen Y called her "liberated"

From @PeaceOVent: Dress removed carelessly. Head, less so.

From @michramiah: She cried when they experienced despair, she laughed when they made sarcastic comments. She smiled when they found love or success, she yelled when they tore each other apart. The characters in her favourite show were part of her life. Her own family hadn't heard from her in years.

From @roshd:

"Who was that lady whose voice I heard in the background when I called? Don’t lie I know you weren’t in office.”
“That was Sheila.....”
“How dare you roam around with that characterless bitch!”
“ I love it when you get this jealous! She helped me select this ring for you.Will you marry me? ”

From @CruciFire:

My dear friend reading this post, YOU are inside a game.

A MMORPG being played out in real time.

When you were born -
Stats:
      Lives – 1 | Character - 100%

Challenges:
      Lies – 10%
      Cheating – 15%
      Harm - 25%


How much % do you have left, my friend?

From @vchatting:

Dad, I saw you hugging Aunty.
No, you're mistaken.
No, I saw you ; I'll tell mom.
Please don't tell mom, it'll upset her. You are misunderstanding. Aunty was in pain and I was comforting her. As friends. Forget, it happened. Take this 100rupees, buy your friends some chocolates ; go and play. Ok now? Good boy!

From @visualization: She always wants me to share everything with her, but will always hide everything from me. She thinks she always has answers to my problem and I am the problem to all the answers. Men who want their girls to be like playstation end up with an encyclopedia. Girlfriends, Girlfriends…… What Character

From @absoluteme:

Everyone adored him, children waved at him and grandmothers bowed in greeting and asked for his blessings. After all, he played Ram in the local Ramleela.

Once, he drank a little too much and chased a teenager girl to the deserted plot at the end of the lane.

That night, he played a different role.

Theme 110 - Lovers

From @slokabs: Kim clicked away excitedly. She had never seen such craftsmanship before. The caves, in her opinion, were treasures, unexplored and priceless; Pillar after pillar of exquisite and patient handiwork. Men and women, single and pairs, in myriad poses – graceful, erotic or simply attractive! 

Love always inspired Art. And Art had always been her first weakness.

From @flirtingshadows: Their fingers danced upon their keypads. Disengaged words with disjointed emotions in disconnected worlds. Lovers they were not. Time had long robbed them of such intimacies. They were friends, on a good day. Strangers, on some others. Cool, detached and dispassionate, with carefully measured words, toned down emotions and a thin layer of ice.

From @featheringhigh: They were lovers, hearts and souls entwined. It seemed like their life had started that way and they wished it would also end that way. It wasn’t meant to be though, she was plucked away, to adorn someone else’s love. He was left there, maybe for a goat. They wilted away, their love lived on.

From @swordfish19: The huge library was teeming with all sorts of people. Hindus, Muslims, Christians, fat, thin, bald, male, female, young, old, religious, agnostic, cunning, kind, generous, miserly, dark, fair, tall, short, doctors, engineers, teachers and so on and so forth. All these differences did not matter here. What mattered was their common love for books.

From @mixelrandy: I promised myself that it’d be different this time. That I would hook up instead of making love. I gave my body to him, felt his touch, let him excite me. We groped, grabbed, scratched, throbbed, screamed, convulsed and finished explosively.

But when he got up to leave afterwards, my promises meant nothing.

“Hold me?”

From @sneak_speak:

"Let’s do this."
"We shouldn't."
"Doesn't mean that we couldn't."
"What about your wife?"
"We used to be lovers once. Now we’re just friends."
"Can’t we be just friends?"
"Not tonight."

From @vagabondinact: You see them, dotted at regular intervals, on the long concrete promenade facing the sea; on the cut of small rocky patch in the sea, oblivious to the sun, the rains, the gales, the waves, mindful only of each other’s presence. Blind in love or maybe just that proverbial cat drinking milk with closed eyes!

From @roshd: Sheena was excited to introduce Raunak to her BFF Fiona. Fiona was a good judge of character. Raunak was intelligent, kind and very witty.Sheena was madly in love with him and wanted them to get along. His first statement sealed the deal. “Wow! You are beautiful!” he exclaimed. People generally seemed to notice only Fiona’s dark complexion.

From @_Nehu: He would travel 2hours to give her surprise, she would do what he likes, he would wait for dinner till she arrives, and she would crack jokes to make him laugh. He started enjoying life with her, she started growing in life. Lovers who know, they are husband and wife – arrange marriage full of love.

From @sinpinklove: We wait impatiently for each others messages.We find excuses to call each other. We ditch plans that do not involve either of us. We steal smiles when others are not watching. We enjoy each others silence.We take those slow walks hand in hand.We kiss goodbye. So......are we lovers ?

From @ponderpuffman:  For a moment she falls for him. For a moment he catches her. For a moment she tells him everything. For a moment he listens to her silences. For a moment she remembers him. For a moment he forgets her. She will never reach his truth. He will never kiss her soul. They’ll never meet.

From @binivijan: It was that time of the day again; his daily chore.She emerged from her house to catch her daily at 11:00. He followed her till the station; this time determined to present her flowers, confess his feelings.She blushed. “I already feel we are lovers - after all we see each other every day”

From @Crucifire:

“Kris, the theme for today is 'Lovers'!” *wink wink*
“Today's theme is SO us, na Kris?”
“Such a nice theme... will you write about us Kris?”
“Kris, you never write anything about us EVER” *sob sob*
“No use of having a writer boyfriend”

“Vivek Tejuja.. I WILL KILL YOU!”

From @PeaceOVent: Jeff was introspective. His friends adored him and he loved some back. He found himself beautiful, with a sturdy build, melting eyes, disarming smile. He mused and wondered what was wrong with him but couldn't come up with anything. Alas, the only thing he was guilty of was narcissism.

From @anjana_murali: The cool breeze swept across their faces as they sat atop a small bench overlooking the huge expanse of sea in front of them munching sweet corn. They were just one of the various lovers sitting, enjoying, but there was something about the sea, or maybe it was love which made them feel absolutely unique.

From @dopeywriter:

Distance was their enemy they couldn’t defeat. They were the enslaved by phone calls, chats, and emails.

She was impulsive. He was not. He saved, planned and landed in her city. His phone rang. It was her. He picked up smilingly. And then, his face turned pale.

She said, “Surprise! I’m right outside your flat.”

From @aaliznat: Its been 5 years since he last saw her. And 5 before that. Always multiples of 5. Marriage, kids, cities, nothing could change how they met. The same frenzy, the same tearing hurry and the same passion. Because they always met as lovers, always. Nothing less, maybe more sometimes but never less.

From @vchatting:

You don't really love me.
Ok, am done with this conversation. Your accusations and this insult. Fine, if you think I don't love you, I don't.
So let's break up then. Why be together?
Sure, if you want it that way. I'm done with proving to you everyday.
Can we talk? Like properly....
Sure....

From @absoluteme:

“...walking down the ruins of Purana Qilla, you will feel a peculiar heaviness in the air, like it’s laden with moments. As you breathe, you will be reminiscent of times you’ve never lived in. Time is captured within those ruins. And somewhere there, scribbled on the walls, A and Y are in love for ever.”

From @Unsocialshadow:

The moment I finally melted in your arms. When your touch went from care to love to lust in a matter of mere seconds. The moment when we went from friends to lovers.
The precise moment the twinkle in your eyes died. When your hand didn't automatically seek mine. When my fingers itched to hold your hand, but couldn't. The moment when we went from lovers to nothing. 

From @krishna_marathe:

She could be all four seasons in one day; sometimes striking lightning just to shock the other person.
“I think I’m incapable of feeling dizzy with love!”
He slips the solitaire ring back in his pocket and nods, being her understanding lover.
He couldn’t become her husband. He had to be her lover.

From @visualization:

She wishes to express her pleasure, I want to share my pains.
She wants me to find a lover for her, but I see my love in her.
I am scared to tell her she is more than a friend.
Is friendship the way to love or love the way to losing a friend?

From @minolajekar: "Babe, it's not you it is me".

From @vivekisms: Hands embroiled. Hungry mouths. Never getting enough of each other. Never wanting more. Strange bedfellows. Strange angsts. Lovers, inscrutable lot.

Theme 109 - Privacy

From @RuthSaldanha: ‘Next Station, Dadar’. I grasped my bag closer. 80 people in a compartment for 50. Triple that number would get in. Squeezing closer, pressing in, invading space. Bodies sweaty, flush against each other. Spooned together more intimate than 2 lovers – or six. Yet, no eye-contact. In my mind, I am alone. Here, I have privacy.

From @krishna_marathe:

She hid only to be sought.
Her face changed when she was distraught.
Emerging frequently from her niche hollow,
She ran only when she wanted to be followed.
Inviting trouble, drama and emotional arson
She knows she’s not really a private person

From @swordfish19: “Come sir, here no one will see you or hear you, the walls are sound proof” A woman, garishly made up, was sitting on the bed. He started undressing, eyeing her. She will do he thought, feeling his member pulsating slightly. Outside, the tickets for the peep show were being sold. There were five slots.

From @TheScotchGirl:

Jade: Yo, did you see a blue pouch?
Sam: Err no.
Jade: Alright (with an alarm going off in her head)

Sam leaves for class.
Jade (On Phone): Fuck I can’t find it Joe, just hope Sam hasn’t seen it!

Sam: Well your roomie’s a bitch!
Jade: Y would she take it?
Joe: Go figure

From @MinolAjekar:

He permeates every inch of her in the most intrusive way. He invades the innermost sanctum of her life without knocking or prior permission. 

He was everywhere, he never left her alone, and now she was sleep deprived, he was overtaking her dreams too.  This falling in love left no room for solitude. Sigh!

From @writingchalk:

Teeth, brushed. Breakfast, had. Paper, read. TV, watched.

If the events of last night were anything to go by, this was a very mundane morning. Nothing was happening.

She checked Twitter. Saw a picture and this tweet: THATZ ME GIVIN HEAD TO MAH GF! LOLZ!

She laughed... then realised. It was her boyfriend. And her.

From @PeaceOVent:

The train was crowded, there were screaming book sellers, shouting fruit vendors. Inane peddlers of trivial wares.

Ann stood at the door, oblivious. Today she was an ocean of calm. Today he had left her for another soul, or was it just another body?

The train halted over a bridge. She jumped. Into another ocean.

From @pranavvk: Me: Is it too much to ask for some privacy? I am finally free from the internet, facebook, email, phones, socializing, meetings.  All I want is some time to myself, some time to think and ruminate on my life. I thought I finally had privacy and some me time. Him: Zombie!!!.... RUN for your life!!!!

From @shruti_says:  The credit card advert was telling him how money couldn’t buy everything. What did they know…Ajay looked at Rhea as he pulled the curtains across the window. He shuddered as he was reminded of the cramped room he used to share with his brothers. Money had bought him what he craved the most - Privacy

From @visualization: The temperature was on the rise. He started feeling hot. Cooling himself was a priority. So he goes to the washroom with water and soap. All he had was a desire and hope. After getting caught with foam on the bone, the ill effects of No Privacy was clearly shown.

From @ChaaluChapaati: I think he had a recent heart-break. His tweets sound like that. Also, he’s a Scorpio – November born – so vengeful. Maybe that’s why he keeps posting Gotye videos. Just like me, he loves rain, Murakami novels, Goan food and Mad Men. I feel like I know him inside-out. But he doesn’t know who I am.

From @slokabs: Karan was distraught. He had lost his first tennis match in years. He regained his composure just in time, climbed onto the stage and collected his certificate. “Winning and losing are all part of the game”, he said stoically in his speech.Once home, in the confines of his room, he could let himself cry.

From @roshd: It was 11.30 pm and his two sons were fast asleep beside him. Even his  father was snoring on the couch. Shekhar caressed wife Reena’s cheek and shook her awake. He held her as they walked into the kitchen . In a 10x10 Mumbai chawl the lack of privacy was no hinderance to their love-making.

From @vagabondinact:

Status Update: 6.37 pm: am so happy…he finally asked me out! Yeeeee*blush*
                       7.05 pm: Dinner it is at 9!!!  sooooooo gladJJ.My lovelies, what should I wear*nervous*:P 
                       8.55 pm:  haven’t decided which shoes yet..byes..soooo loonggg...
                       9.41 pm :  @Trident, with …. u know whoJ;)

Timidly she says after a while, I am a very private person!

From @maruwahna:
“LOL yaa, I also totalllyyy love pink heels <3 .So hott they are!“ .
Someone peeks.
“I need an easy friend,
I do with an ear to lend“, says Kurt Cobain on youtube.
Someone peeks.
“Hehe, yeah, Saurabh is so adorable<3.We should totally date! “
Someone Peeks.
Mummy, do you mind ? says Anisha, thoroughly irritated.

From @ponderpuffman: I see white waves of mist around – constantly changing its form. It seems as if I am floating – no burden, no responsibilities.  Suddenly out of nowhere a glowing white elephant glides in. Our eyes meet. I see my reflection in him. He places his warm trunk on my forehead. He hides this thought from me. 

From @CruciFire:

“As you can see behind me, thousands of Indians from across the globe, working in online security companies, detective agencies, home security companies, private security agencies have descended onto New Delhi for the 4th edition of this convention which will go on from Jan 7th-9th.

Ramesh reporting from 'Privacy Bharatiya Diwas' for NDDTV”

From @namansaraiya: He stood in front of the class and narrated the story of his life he had lived over the last couple of months. It was dark, gloomy and there was no ray of hope. Everyone clapped at his character sketch assignment. She sent him a text later in the day. "What about my privacy, moron?"

From @TheFraudMallu:

She said “I know nothing about your thoughts”
“What about them? Nothing worth..” he asked and moved towards the bed
“I feel deprived” She retorted
“I can’t explain” He said as he stripped
“Sorry for barging into your privacy” She frowned
“It is more about solitude” he said as he walked naked into the shower.

From @JaaTeri:
Actor: "Look at those homeless people. They live and die on the street. They are like me."
Secretary: "Mam, the interview is..."
Actor: "No privacy. The magazines, the TV, it's all out there. You know what makes us different?"
Secretary: "You are the best in.."
Actor: "They can live without a care for the world."

From @vchatting:

Date : 5th Sept,1999 -Something strange happened when I saw her today, I still don't like her but ...
" What're you doing with my diary?"
"Nothing..."
 "Told you, don't touch my things. At 13, I've still no privacy, with a stupid elder sister like you! "
"Shut up! Wait till I tell Dad, about you and 'her'!"

From @rohanvbapat_ : He literally pushed his father out of the door and shut the door with a bang. Sigh of relief, free to do whatever he wanted. He had no complaints with his parents but still kinda liked this feeling which he wasn't mature enough to name, the feeling to which grown ups refer to as "privacy".

Theme 108 - Drama

From @krishna_marathe

They made Vanilla after studying his life. He liked plateaus. Successful marriage meant no ups or downs. But as a doctor, a plateau on the heart monitor meant the patient was dead and that drama would soon ensue. His marriage had plateaued long back. His wife hadn’t resorted to drama. It was too late.

From @TheScotchGirl

Alfred: Did you figure what you wana do?Mason: No man I've no fucking clue what to do (exasperated)
Alfred: I think you should come clean man
Mason: Am not sure how that’s going to go down
Alfred: Please ?

Late evening:

Mason: Mum/Dad – am Gay
(Mum faints)
Mason: What drama (eyes rolling)

From @NumbYaar

Vases and glasses lay broken on the floor as they cuddled on their bed. They had finally kissed and made up after 2 long hours of screaming and throwing things at each other. It was the calm after a storm. Unfortunately, also the calm before yet another storm.

From @slokabs

Meira was busy clicking photographs and didn’t notice the feline eyeing her, getting closer every moment. As she turned to board her jeep a gain, it started the chase. Meira ran for her life. Suddenly, she collapsed. It came uncomfortably close. She didn’t dare breathe. She kept still and the tiger walked back into the jungle.

From @ushfajk

He rolled his eyes.

“Stop crying. Why does everything have to be a drama?”
“It’s like you’re dead inside when we’re making love.”

She grabbed her bra from the floor.

“It’s sex. And I thought this was supposed to be no strings attached…remember?”
“All you men are the same, you just … want … sex!”

From @MixelRandy

The portal opens, and out stream the minions. They pour out, weapons clashing against their armour, faces twisted into snarls of pure hatred. Transfixed, the citizens can only stare.

CRASH!

Nita looks up, momentarily disoriented, and hears the couple fighting, hurling objects and abuses for the third time this week. She goes back to reading.

From @swordfish19
He was out of work for months. The rent was long overdue. He was working odd jobs to make both ends meet. They say the “stage” sometimes reflects life or is it the other way round?  Anyway, when he did finally land work, it was to play the role of a struggling actor.

From @karthikisthin:

“Where’s the last Maggi Nimish?”

A snot-covered finger pointed to his protruding belly.

Ashish flared up and launched into his brother.

“I was saving that for ME!”

“But I was hungry Ash.”

“You don’t even live here anymore, you pathetic FREAK!” He spat at him and took a wild swing.

Day 53 of solitary confinement.

From @TheFookFace

Asking her to get out of his house, he tried to burn her degrees and all their photographs. He looked for a sharp object & got his hands on a pair of scissors to threaten her with. When their son was back from school, they sat down together for dinner. Just another day at home.

From @MinolAjekar

So he was doing the unmentionable, going through her stuff while she made breakfast. Everyone does it, nobody talks about it.

Underwear drawer first, purple cottons with lace trims. Sensible yet girly, the back of which read Drama Queen.

That explains the theatrics last night, in the club and in bed, well nobody is complaining.

From @roshd

She stood there tossing her thick mane of hair stylishly. The exaggerated gestures and motions of her hands made her steel bangles and bracelets tinkle. Her lips were covered with a glossy red lipstick. Words like Ossum and Eww were mouthed with expressions to match. All of thirteen, my niece Steffi is a drama queen.

From @vchatting

The neighbor, a recluse, kept to himself, within the confines of his flat.  Till the day he died, which the watchman alerted the rest ,about.  Endless stream of neighbors trooped in, to look at his body.  Then, considering it their prime duty, they sat and wailed, celebrating  his death, whom they knew nothing about!

From @vagabondinact;

Did I give birth to you to see this day? Haven’t I gone through so much trouble to rear you already? I wish I had died before having to hear this from your mouth, she shrieked, yet again! 

I conceded, yet again.

I could already see the crocodile tears leading way to a triumphant smile.

From @absoluteme:

She is different. She never needed a guy to feel special. When she found someone, she knew she could never behave like typical girlfriends – keep tabs, fight, expect... But here she is, listening to all this in her head, while she lashes out at him for not calling even once in the last 30 minutes!

From @CruciFire:

“I want to eat pani puri RIGHT NOW!”
“We just had pav bhaji..”

“OMG, I want that green saree right now..”
“You just got one last week..”

“We will have a garden/swing inside our bungalow. Puppies too.”
“What on earth!”

Only boyfriends know the true meaning of 'Drama.'

From @EternallyLate

The phoned buzzed, again, and in spite of dissecting her own thoughts a million times she couldn’t decide whether or not she wanted it to be his text. Just when she had managed to make herself believe he had left for good, he turned around and barged into her life like nothing had ever happened.

From @writingchalk

He circled his deadliest enemy carefully. How should the attack be? Quick finish, or a slow, painful death? Decisions, decisions...

Suddenly, he said out loud: "...And you will know I am the Lord when I lay My vengeance upon you! Ezekiel 25:17"

He threw his fork away and stuffed the revolting spinach down his throat.

From @bitchwanti

"Shy, why did you do this to yourself. Why did you cut your hair like that?" he asked the moment she opened her drugged eyes.
Shayonee just smiled.
"What is life without a little drama, love? Pass me the mirror will you?" she said.
"Aaah, now I look dramatic. Bald is beautiful!" she sighed happily.

From @PeaceOVent

It was dimly lit when she entered. The air smelt like  cigarettes and disillusionment. There were a couple of other curious souls like her but otherwise was hopelessly empty. She sighed at the sad state of it all and took a seat at the back. The play began.

From @sagarsion

She lay taught on bed. ER doctor was called in. "wats her age ? 22, newly married, oh well ". Now he was half as panicked. From distance, he observed the head turned one side dramatically. Torch of light confused her eyeballs. Relatives were asked out, rest was upto ether swab, she sprang to senses.

Theme 107 - Free

From @krishna_marathe

Likes, comments, updates, statuses, tweets, RTs, MTs, hashes, friends, strangers, timelines, photos, follows, followers, trending, YOLOs.

And the train chugged into a really long tunnel and he lost his internet connection on his phone. At last he was free.

From @Stupidiotica

The bullet had pierced through more than half his brain by the time his nervous system had registered it and burst through the other side of his skull by the time it gave a reaction. He was dead before his body or the gun he had held hit the floor. Rather, he was free.

From @writingchalk

“HIRE A PRIVATE DETECTIVE!”
“No, no, just leave him and he’ll come to his senses.”
“I’m telling you, call the lawyer…”
“Are you mad? First make sure!”
“I say take a gun and BOOM! End it!”

I didn’t know what was worse. My cheating husband or these women. Did they have no work to do?

From @vagabondinact

Entrapped in a body that displeases its owner, shackled with expectations, hope weighs me down. Motley of emotions constrain my thoughts, the mind tangled with details needless, surrounded by boundaries self made. Oh! How pleased would I be, at the ruin of this body that ensnares me, I the free soul, bound to subsistence.

From @roshd
Schemes on Offer:-
Take a politician get corruption free
Take Anna get fasts free
Take a woman get her tantrums free
Take a man get his roving eyes free
Take India get drama free
Take Shahrukh get KJo free
Take Congress Party get Dynasty free
Take BJP get RSS free
Take (on) Modi get trolled for free

From @MinolAjekar

Sir Churchill’s (supposed) argument on the Indian Independence Act :

“..................Power will go to the hands of rascals, rogues and freebooters. All Indian leaders will be of low calibre and men of straw. They will have sweet tongues and silly hearts. They will fight amongst themselves for power and India will be lost in political squabbles”.

From @vchatting

His wife had been bedridden for years.The day their son returned, she showed signs of a collapse. She was rushed to the hospital, where she was declared 'brought dead'.
While the son took care of the arrangements for the last rites, he returned home and slept. Peacefully. Finally, the relief ! He felt free.

From @slokabs

They hadn’t eaten since three days. The water cup was empty but their seed bowls were untouched. Pari had been thinking about it all night. It was difficult but she had to do it. She hesitated for a moment, then opened the door to the cage. They gleefully flew out happy to be free again!

From @kunabaidmehta

Rajan invited his secretary Rita for lunch at the Taj and asked her if she would like to get promoted.
“Sure Sir” replied Rita
“But you know Rita, there are no free lunches” grinned Rajan.
Rita knew he was another one of those creeps to be avoided at all costs. She decided to quit soon.

From @ChaaluChapaati

She fingered the locket feeling its smooth surface with her thumb. Her beautiful eyes lit up, mesmerised, when she thought of what its engraved insides may have held. She then caught the salesman staring at her intently. "How much is this for?" she asked. His brown eyes blazed with desire. "For you madam, no cost."

From @Anusual

The shrill alarm tone at 4 AM awakens the puffy eyes, chapped lips and dishevelled hair. Cracked heels partner detergent allergies. Cooking and packing lunch for 3 before dawn but not before the 7 attempts in waking up the family. Washing, drying and vacuuming. Restoring order. That riveting novel at 3 PM was her window.

From @karthikisthin:

Smita returned to her uncomfortable wooden chair after collecting the sheets and herself. “QUIET!” she yelled before reviewing.

Most of them were lazy renditions of flying doves or the waving Indian flag, with dozens of saluting stick figures surrounding it.

She lingered on the one with only a simple smiley that had unwittingly captured sarcasm.

From @maruwahna

Hairpin curve ahead. He didn‘t care. Drove his Porsche like his life depended on it. The car was screaming under his torture.Didn‘t care.Reached his apartment . Goddamn hell ! Lift wasn‘t working. Three flights of stairs and he was in. Entered the room. Thank you, his free bladder said.

From @bitchwanti

"Lelo Didi. Lelo!", insisted the perfume seller.
He opened the little vial of liquid fragrance and tried tempting the lady at the stall.
"Nahi chahiye!" said the exasperated woman.
"Ek k saath ek free hai!" he declared as he observed interest in her eyes.
"Give me four bottles of those!"
He had made his kill.

From @The_Lie_Lama

They were 'happily' married for forty years. No one knew he died everyday in that odious relationship. She left no chance to persecute him ever.

That night he slept never to wake up. The free soul now haunts her.

From @PeaceOVent

It is time. What's next?
Is this one of life's eternal questions? What am I to do with my life's lessons? Have I been dealt the right
cards? Am I playing the wrong game?

Coherence!

Attempting to summon all reserves of optimism and playing along.
Starting summoning now..

Theme 106 - Kill

From @rati7

The Red slinky Number she wore with the thigh high slit looked as if it was painted on her. Her poker straight hair swished her bare back. Her red lips curved and her kohl lined eyes searched for the shutterbugs as her golden heeled clad feet descended the stairs. She was dressed to kill.

From @TheFraudMallu

SHE was the only reason why he couldn’t be with ‘other woman’. SHE loved him and SHE would never let him go.  He decided to kill. One night after making loveless love, he stabbed SHE. He killed SHE. Years later, now with ‘other woman’, he realized he hadn’t killed. SHE still lives in his head.

From @karthikisthin

The rubber felt smooth and satisfying as he tested its elasticity. He stooped to pick up a pebble and blew away the superficial dust.Nestling the pebble dead centre in the slingshot, he pulled it back and squinted at a sparrow nipping away at its wings. The pebble slayed both the sparrow and his innocence.

From @absoluteme

One summer afternoon, Me heard Mom shriek. Me rushed! Mom screamed again “Come fast!!!” Me tip toed in to the master bedroom with a broom. Mom pointed at the door shivering. Me opened it and saw a teeny-weeny lizard, its heart beating out of its chest. Me uttered “Aww! I can’t kill that.”

From @kunalbaidmehta

For miles and miles, all one could see was the pure white expanse of snow like a canvas. The mountains stood tall and proud with no hubris or arrogance.

But it all changed 13 years back with blotches of red spoiling the pristine beauty and taking away the silence.

Kargil – something we will never forget.

From @vagabondinact

I sat there looking down on them, gloating, wallowing in my superior living. However much they could try, they would not be able to reach here, be me. Mocking them came so easily to me. All they could do was scorn in silence, for they had been thought not to Kill a mocking bird.

From @roshd:
Another blazing row another weekend shot, he thought as he took out the pack of Marlboros and lit one. The warm smoke always killed the rage in him. He’s doing this just to bug me because he knows I hate him fagging, she seethed. Another argument loomed. This would be a long weekend.

From @DMysticFille_

She dreamt of success at night. But unconscious enthrallment under the spell of cocaine drove her days to an umimagined land. The twelve months slipped away in stupor. Eventually, the results brought her back  to congnizance. She had killed her time, her dreams, her morale and then, the grisliest of all happened. She terminated herself.

From @bitchwanti

She sliced it slowly, carefully, to perfection. Every piece had to look the same. "Mommy! You just killed a potato to make those finger chips!" he squealed.

From @Thats_so_Sana:
They knew only they two could fulfill each others needs. When one was killed due to excessive use, the other was needed to carry out that sacred process of resurrection. One stormy nite, they needed each other, there were no raging hormones. Mere need. The charger was connected to the iPhone and the charging began.

From @writingchalk

This was the first time they were going out. He waited endlessly for her to get ready. “Hurry up!”

“In a minute darling!”

She came out… he wished she hadn’t.

“What ARE you wearing…?”

“It’s called FASHION!”

The moment they entered the party, all boys stared at her.

Where’s that gun when you need it?

From @The_Lie_Lama

"My work? I kill for money", he sloppily echoed.

"Haha, I know you've killer looks. That's why we're in bed together. Still, tell me." She asked with all seriousness because he figured in the future she dreamt of.

He finally showed her the gun he was about to use on her.

From @slokabs

Dennis entered home and walked to the refrigerator. As he picked up the water bottle, he noticed the purple packet lying there – sensuously inviting him. He imagined the sensation of the creamy brown chocolate melting in his mouth. ‘Stop, you just got diagnosed with diabetes!’, his guilty conscience said. And he unwillingly killed his temptation!