The Voice of a Cowboy

This is my 5th entry? for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers, where you’re given a picture prompt every week to write a short story based on it. However this time, my mind was blank and hence I gave poetry as a little stable boy a try.unnamed

With my pencil and notebook

I gaze and I look

For inspiration to come to me

Before the sunshine does flee

What could I write? I thought

While my siblings fought

The ceaseless tug of wars

And the neighing competitions to top them all.

A topic I’d now gotten in mind

Where to start, I found it hard to find

Should I pen down the times of joy?

Or just say everything & not be coy?

About all of the sleepless nights?

Or the cascading picturesque sights?

Of how my mom and dad don’t exist?

Or of yet how they’re my brothers I insist?

How they’re always here for me?

Or how much of me they see?

About the marathons and races?

Or their quick and gallant paces?

Of how I hold their serene photo?

Or am wrapped up in my warm coat, oh?

How the others call me a mere little cowboy in the stable?

Or of how they think I’m hardly able?

Poor and apparently lonely I might be

But they’ve only got to wait and see

Because words can’t bring me down

As they’re my weaponry lone.

To become a wise writer is the dream

As difficult it may seem

I can almost see it appear

Galloping, riding on my brothers, I near

A content end to my life at the stable

On to become bigger, and mighty able.

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The Fish World

My response this week’s Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers’ prompt!

This week's prompt photo is supplied to us by Sonya O.

This week’s prompt photo is supplied to us by Sonya O.

Copernicus claimed that the Sun, not the earth, was at the centre of the universe.

 Christopher Columbus proved that the earth was a spherical planet rather than a plane.

Galileo strongly believed the earth was in constant planetary motion.

Susan closed the ‘Planets-N-Space’ encyclopaedia, setting it down with a satisfactory sigh. To think that there was always at least one wise man- was a relief to her. Her inquisitive mind thought about how the world of fishes was when she laid her eyes upon the fish tank in the library.

The centenarian-Salmon once proclaimed that his clan was the supreme leader of the world.

The Cod-family claimed that they’d swam to the surface to see the dark world, which only they were capable of ruling.

But only The Oscars truly knew that they lived in a tank and not in the real ‘world’.

The Oscars broke it to the others that they all were actually captives.

Susan let out another sigh, remarking that the fish led a more shocking, if not eventful life than humans ever did!

Mind Voices

Here’s my response to this week’s FFfAW prompt! Picture credits to Ellespeth’s friend =)
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For every constant & focused mind voice in everyone’s head, there’s always a wandering, purposeless, and a simply out of context one.

The former was definitely the one and the same for each one of the boys in the photograph. This should make a striking pose for the photo!

The latter went quite like this.
This beach needs to be our school. That way, at least I’d show up every day!
8 packs of masala popcorn. Hmmmm. My stomach still asks for more.
Oh my goodness that crab looks like it’s coming to rip the living soul out of me.
I kind of miss Mamma.
Trust the shorter ones to accurately hide your face with the excuse that they need to stand in front.

Yet, when the boys looked at the photo about 3 decades later miles away from each other, their mind voices were the exact same.
Those were the days that will never come back.
The funny, and somewhat profound coincidence was that they all had the same faint, nostalgic grin on their face.

The Wedding “Ring”

 My entry for the Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers (FFfAW) of the week’s here, and it’s a wedding!unnamedPicture Credits~ PricelessJoy

It was the morning of the wedding. Dressed in his new tuxedo, stood Robbie. With his brow breaking a sweat & an incessant tapping of his shoes, he waited anxiously. Today was the day.

He’d longed for this day, yet had the jitters of how he would keep up his end of the task. He wouldn’t have known what to do if he were the groom today. Lucky for him, Robbie was just a 3-year-old who had been assigned as the ‘ring-bearer’. What that meant- he had no idea, and when he stood facing the church bell, his heart suddenly dropped. Turning to his mother, he said, “Mommy, why does Aunt Jo want me to carry such a hugeee ring to her wedding? Because I think it’s well and good in its place!” indicating the church bell.

Fortunately for Robbie, he’d mistaken the bell for a ‘ring’ owing to the uncanny resemblance between the word ‘ring’ and the sound of the bell!

The day was a fine one, both for the happily-married and little Robbie.

The Memorial

This is my first entry to the Flash fiction for Aspiring Writers program. This week’s photo prompt is supplied by Dawn M. Miller, based on which we were asked to write a 150 word story. Here it goes!

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My mother was the most amazing person.

We only had each other- to take care of, to play with, to learn with, and to live with.

She never took me to the extents of me seeing the extremities of being homeless, considering how utterly homeless we were. In fact, even when I was 6 and could spell pretty well, she didn’t allow the word ‘homeless’ get into my mental lexicon. She’d take me to innumerable places, just to give me a sense of a home.

My mother’s notion was that a house needn’t have doors and windows to be called a home. All it needed was space to love and live, air to take in the love and life, and companions to share all that with.

With that, I, Roger Mason, Mayor of Park Avenue, inaugurate this memorial Garden in memory of my beloved mother and what a home truly means. Any citizen in dire need of accommodation will be helped with the launch of our special program for the same.

Toward a better future!

*cuts ribbon*

*applause*