#shortstories

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  • khamosh_alfaazz 1d

    अक्सर पार्ट 9

    मायने रखते हैं कुछ लोग हमेशा
    लेकिन वो हमेशा के मायने नहीं होते
    अक्सर जरूरतें अहमियत और शख्सियत बदल देती हैं...
    ©khamosh_alfaazz

  • khamosh_alfaazz 2d

    अक्सर पार्ट 8

    कुछ लोग ज़िन्दगी में आते हैं
    कुछ देर के लिए
    2 मुलाक़ातों को जो मोहब्बत मान लेते हैं
    इश्क़ में अक्सर लोग उन्हीं को जिन्दगी मान लेते हैं...
    ©khamosh_alfaazz

  • an_merciful_friend 3d

    _*मेरी नई कविता..*_

    नमस्ते, कैसे हो आप? आशा है कि सब खैरियत होगा।

    साल भर में ऐसे कई दिन आते है जब हम किसी व्यक्ति, किसी अच्छी या बुरी घटना और उनसे जुड़े लोगों को याद करते है, उनकी सराहना करते है।

    वैसे तो साल में तकरीबन हररोज अपने कुछ खास लोगों से बात व याद करना चलता रहता है पर प्रशंसा करने की बात उस एक दिन पर ही आती है।

    शायद ऐसा हो सकता है की बाकी के वक्त हम मन की बातों को कह नही पाते या फिर भागदौड़ भरी ज़िंदगी में भूल जाते है।

    आज भी वैसा ही एक खास दिन है उनका जिन्हे हम *पापा, डेडी, पप्पा* या फिर और कई समानार्थी नामों से बुलाते है, तो दुनिया के हर पापाओं के लिए लेकर आया हुं एक प्यारा सा नज़राना, कैसा लगा ये हो सके तो ज़रूर बताना।

    अर्ज़ किया है..

    जो उनके मन की बातें ज्यादातर या कभी नहीं कहते और जिसे हम कभी या ज्यादातर कई बातें कह नही पाते, वो है *पापा*।

    पूछना चाहता हुं में जिन्हें की वक्त जो गुज़र रहा है वो तो ठीक है पर कुछ ऐसा है जो करना है *आगे की राह पे* जिसे चलते हुए रास्तों पर कर नही पाते, वो है *पापा*।

    मुझे भी है जिनकी तरह गाने गुनगुनाने का शौख, घुमने व खाना खाने का चस्का और है कुछ बातें जिनमें मैं उनके जैसा हुं पर मेरी *सोच व अनुभव* है जो मुझको जिनसे अलग है बनाते, वो है *पापा*।

    जिनके अच्छे स्वास्थ्य की मैं दुआ करता हुं, चाहता हुं कि जल्दी वह मौका आए की उनसे मुलाकात हो, अपने हाथों का खाना खिलाऊ और कहना चाहता हुं की अगर वह तुम्हारे साथ है तो उन्हें यह कहना मत भुलना की "हैप्पी फादर्स डे" क्योंकि साल के बाकी दिनों पर ये जिसे हम कह नहीं पाते, वो है *पापा*।

    आज की मेरी कविता उन सब पापाओं के नाम जिनमें कुछ अपने किरदार के साथ मां की भी कमी पूरी कर रहे, कुछ मां ऐसी है जो एक पिता का किरदार भी निभा रही और कुछ वो जो उनके बच्चों को ऊपरवाले के दर से देख रहे है।।

    _*Wishing all the Dads in the world, "A very Happy and Healthy Father's Day"*_ ❤️

    लिखित द्वारा: _*बेटा*_ उर्फ अंकित महेता ‍♂️

    ©an_merciful_friend

  • suchetna 4d

    Simple Things

    Be the kind of person to take the most subtle tid bits. They may mention their favourite chocolates in a passing conversation and a story behind it and you shall remember it everytime you're in a supermarket and cross the chocolate aisle. While you're picking up the chocolate for them, you smile to yourself reminiscing the story they told.

    ©suchetna

  • khamosh_alfaazz 5d

    अक्सर पार्ट 7

    टूट जाऊँगा जो छोड़ गए कभी यूँ ही नहीं कहा करते थे
    देखो आज जिंदा हूं किन हालातों में
    मुझे तन्हा कर के मज़ाक जो तुम किया करते थे
    टूटा हुआ इंसान कैसा होता है पूछा जो करते थे
    देखो इश्क में क्या क्या होता है
    मोहब्बत कर के इंसान अक्सर कैसे रोता है...
    ©khamosh_alfaazz

  • khamosh_alfaazz 1w

    अक्सर पार्ट 6

    कहा था ना कि मोहब्बत हो जाएगी
    मेरी इस बात पर
    तुम हंस दिया करते थे अक्सर....
    ©khamosh_alfaazz

  • mrroutywrites 1w

    Terror Tuesdays

    In the GWC Facebook Group and across our Social Media we run Terror Tuesdays is an opportunity for our community Writers to sink their teeth into writing some short Horror Stories.

    Each Story is limited to 1000 Words, and beside being a Horror there is no other limitations. So let your imagine run wildly.

    The best place to get involved is our Facebook Group. However we openly welcome inspired posts on all platforms.

  • sangte 1w

    Begin Again

    I saw you longingly gazing at the stars
    Like it will lead you to your lost lover,
    Your gaze full of melancholy
    Is taking me back to those days
    I wish I could take the pain and memories away
    But then this lost is a part of you
    That sclupt you into a fine man.
    You've been trough a lot
    Saying it does not suffice at all.
    How you crave for intimacy to fill the void,
    How you try to fill sleepless nights by drinking,
    Walking in stupor, buried in work deminishes the pain for a while.
    This phase had passed. Yes it passed!
    I am estatic that you finally found someone who can heal those wounds.
    Who fill the emptiness
    And you are ready to build a family of your own.
    Let your senseless roaming cease
    As you find a place to grow roots.

    Sangte

  • khamosh_alfaazz 1w

    अक्सर पार्ट 4

    लम्हा लम्हा जिंदगी उसके बिना अगर सुनी लगती है
    इक पल की दूरी सदियों सी लगती है
    तो यकीन मानो इश्क़ में अक्सर ऐसा ही होता है....
    ©khamosh_alfaazz

  • sl7721 2w

    #shortstories

    They say "Mothers' are rays of sunshine". For 13 year old Lissie, it wasn't so. The name "mother" terrifies her as she pictures a grubby women, hair dishevelled, eyes stained with that of the colour of blood, scrawny body.
    Her mother was different from others. Lissie indeed felt ashamed to be associated with such a woman. As far as she could recall her childhood, her mother was never with, or for her. Only Grandma could be pictured taking care of her every needs. Lissie's only solace, her Grandma, left for abode far away, never to return. A rectangular shaped concrete with headboard,decorated with flowers was what her Grandma has become.

    Lissie was all alone with that woman. She dare not call her "mother".

    "Father" was an alien word for Lissie. It was a luxury to hear the word "Father". For Grandma had little knowledge of him and that woman rarely spoke a word, forget about stories of her father. The only distinct thing Grandma knew about her father was that he has returned to dust, long before Lissie was born. Lissie often wondered how it would have been if her father, that woman's husband was alive.

    At a time like this, when she was all alone with that woman, she missed her father more. A figure she never even saw once.

    (To be continued...)

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    Chapter 1
    ©s.l

  • sou_scribbles_ 5w

    A collection of five short stories. I know this is long, but I wanted to try something different this time, and I would be blessed if you kindly give it a read..
    #wardrobe #wod #shortstories #life
    @writersnetwork @mirakee
    _______________________________________________________

    She stood in front of her wardrobe. Clad in a maroon silk saree, with a golden chain adorning her neck and her hair flowing casually over her shoulders, she glowed with a newfound confidance. It was the day she had always waited for…her convocation. The years of hardwork have paid off, and she was finally about to prefix a ‘Dr.’ before her name. She fished through her locker, till she had found it….her new Littman stethoscope. It was a gift from her dad for this special day. He had sent it a few days ago and the new doctor could not wait to put it around her neck….FINALLY!!
    She sighed, wishing that her dad was here on this special day of hers, but he had a bigger duty to perform….the duty to protect his Motherland. Being posted at Siachen, he could not turn up on his daughter’s graduation day, but he had made sure that his daughter would be taking his blessings and wishes all along with her to the dias…

    ______

    She stood in front of her wardrobe. Age had taken its toll on her, and she knew she did not have much time left. Those wrinkles and grey hairs never bothered her…but the failing body would often give in. Her frail fingers trembled, as she took out her wedding saree, smiling to herself, as she tenderly caressed it. How lovingly he used to look at her when she would dress up…
    She sighed, looking at the mirror, the red saree drapped around her thin shoulders. Numerous memories flashed in front of her eye…memories of her younger days…of the days spent in love and utter bliss. She shook them off, and took off the saree.
    In a weak voice, she called for her grand daughter. The little girl had been always fond of her and her sarees. She knew it was time to pass on her legacy…

    _____


    She stood in front of her wardrobe. Somewhere in between the stacks of her dresses, she had carefully kept her diary hidden. She needed it today…
    Tears escaped her eyes, as she went through those yellow pages. Each page had a poem written….some of them declaring her love for him…some singing their love story…and some, just missing him, calling him back, asking him to give their relationship one more chance. He never came.
    And there was the yellow oleander, dried, yet perfectly fresh with the memories of their first date. She sighed, as she looked at the flower for one last time, before she kept it between the pages and closed it forever.
    She never knew that she could be this strong, but here she was, standing bravely at the threshold of a new life, as she watched those yellow pages burn…

    ______

    She stood in front of her wardrobe. It had been months since her husband had left for his Heavenly abode, yet, the wardrobe still smelt like him. His shirts, his trousers, his deos… they all made her feel that he was just next to her. On lonely nights, after a tiring day’s work, she would still speak her heart out to his shirts.
    “You know, they had always asked me to get married again. Little do they know that I had promised you ‘forever’. They think, it is tough being a single mother. Well, it is…but not as long as I have you by my side. I promise, I’ll bring up our kid with all love and care…I’ll never let him be deprived, or sympathetised. I was looking for a job, remember? Well, today I had received my first appointment letter.”
    A drop of tear unknowingly made its way to the blue shirt….

    _____
    She stood in front of her wardrobe. The world had been cruel to her. She has had enough.
    She desperately searched for her sleeping pills. She needed it today….for the last one time. And then, all her problems would end for once and for all. She hunted for the bottle through her dresses, taking them out one by one and throwing them on the floor. And then, she stopped short……
    It was her family pic, that she had laid her hands upon. Her mom, holding her in her arms, smiling like she was the happiest lady on the Earth, with her little daughter in her lap.
    A gush of tears escaped her eyes, as she sat down on the floor, sobbing…her palms covering her face.
    Suddenly, Death did not seem like a good idea. She knew that she wanted to live, again….


    ©sou_scribbles_

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    She stood in front of her wardrobe...

    Five women..
    Five different emotions...
    Five different stories...
    (Read the entire piece in the caption)
    ©sou_scribbles_

  • shwetapadmadas 6w

    Rinku Saxena and the End of the World, a Humorous Short Read, Free on Amazon/Kindle Today! Link In Bio.

    ✨An Amazon Bestseller workshopped on Miraquill first✨

    #13 in Short Stories in Top 100 Free✨ (India)

    #8 in 30-Minute Literature & Fiction Short Reads✨ (US)

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    Yoohoo!!! Am an Amazon Bestselling Author You-all!!!!!!

    Thanks Miraquill and all you lovely Miraquillians for your honest reviews and words of encouragement!!! So, so grateful

  • shwetapadmadas 6w

    ✨An Amazon Bestseller workshopped on Miraquill first✨

    #13 in Short Stories in Top 100 Free✨ (India)

    #8 in 30-Minute Literature & Fiction Short Reads✨ (US)

    #24 in Satire Fiction (Kindle Store)✨ (US)

    #73 in General Humorous Fiction✨ (US)

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    Rinku Saxena and the End of the World, a Humorous Short Read, Free on Amazon/Kindle Today!

    @shwetadas

  • abhishekkamble 6w

    @writersnetwork @mirakee @theultimateinsane @sou_scribbles_

    Dedicated to mom❤

    #mothersday #mom #summer #backagain #ceesreposts #slampoetry #longverse #stories #poems #imaginary #love #tales #cities #shortstories

    Image credit to the unsplash.com
    Photo by - ©EdwardHowell

    One evening, I found a sunflower in your purse,
    A day before I found a candy in,
    I never knew if a chocolate too fit in,
    Then one afternoon I asked you,
    If you would hold the brush,
    So I could paint the water colors,
    On my page of abstract scribbles,
    You drew patiently while I rushed,
    You sat with me in the balcony then,
    Once the dusk came, I saw the traffic on lanes,
    You said, look at that glowing signal, popping lights!
    I never thought, if simple road had a luring sight,
    Where I threw the spoons and cups,
    You brought them again so I won't hiccup
    Little tiny gulps of cereals and soups,
    Is what a sour tongue would eat on a loop,
    You tip toed the tiny steps,
    So I could stand firm on heavy,
    You held the palms softly, so I could grip the rush hour train easily,
    You said, first word was papa, but I couldn't agree,
    I believe I had spoken thousand unsaid words before I spoke,
    But you know, in between the unsaid and said, I exclaimed,
    To call you maa, it took me some more aims,
    You know, I am still your child that used to wipe face on your dress,
    Just I know I am a little nights older than the last summer stress,
    You are my first glance though an unnoticed stare,
    I cannot be in the cradle again and I cannot swing at the funfare,
    But I know I can still tie the garland in your bun is that fair?
    I know that's not, cause I was good at entangles rather than triangles,
    In my math book, you taught me how shapes looks like,
    But really when I left your finger, I found you away than the obtuse angle,
    I know you still wait to have dinner and you will forever,
    So I promise to come home early today, won't that be a lie ever?
    When I removed the cloak of time, I found a changed me,
    You were yet the same mommy, you didn't age,
    Rather I aged between the years I lived and years I didn't,
    And I wish to feed you, my hand longs to touch softly those shying cheeks,
    I am not careless yet I broke your favorite vase of rose that day,
    But I know like always I would hold ears and say sorry,
    Without you i can't just find a way,
    I can't see you having any kind of a worry!
    ©abhishekkamble

    PS: after a long writers block!

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    A melodious harmony!

    ©abhishekkamble

  • shwetapadmadas 6w

    Rinku Saxena and the End of the World - Free on Kindle Today!

    ✨An Amazon Bestseller workshopped on Miraquill first ✨

    #13 in Short Stories in Top 100 Free✨ (India)

    #8 in 30-Minute Literature & Fiction Short Reads✨ (US)

    #24 in Satire Fiction (Kindle Store)✨ (US)

    #73 in General Humorous Fiction✨ (US)

    Get it for free today:
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    shwetadas

  • rraokalnad 6w

    Final Episode - 19 #shortseries #shortstories

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    Subrahmanian Sundaram - From CBI

    Episode-19
    Ahhh!!! Nevertheless.. if not drug case, he will certainly be arrested for his illegal procurement of Italian marble stone. You think you're my BAAP but I'm your BAAP's BAAP, you bloody Rohan Tawera!!" Confident Subbu couldn't wait for the cops to come out and report to him the half successful story. But to his surprise that too turned out a flop! The sculptures which he expected to be sculpted out of Italian Marble stone were not marble sculptures at all! They were SALT SCULPTURE!!! "What???? How can it be possible??" Subbu's chaotic voice sounded like his every move had failed. The team of experts reported that the sculptures were made of Salt and the sculptures were even broken down to find any sign of drug within but in vain. 

    "Dear Mr. Subrahmanian Sundaram,
    This is to inform you that you have been transferred back to civil media report section from immediate effect."
    read an email the very next morning!   

    Now you know why Subbu is not in CBI
    ©rraokalnad

  • rraokalnad 6w

    Subrahmanian Sundaram - From CBI

    Episode-18
    Calming his mind while being seated in the car on the way to the police station Subbu consoled himself. "It's ok if the real culprit isn't here. At least his illegal deeds will come to light and he will be arrested while I will be praised.. wow!"..

    As expected, the sculptures along with two boys were taken inside for investigation and Subbu slides on the bench outside. Suddenly Subbu gets a call from an unknown number. "Hello..who's this?".."Helllllo, Mr. Subrahmanian Sundaram!"..."Who?". The voice on the other side says "You think you are smart? I am your BAAP, you fu***ng journlist! How dare you interfere in Rohan Tawera's business?? You don't know me yet!......Anyyyway, your plan is a failure! All thanks to CHOTU!!! His on time text message about you and your plan realllllly helped me..hahahaha" call gets disconnected. Subbu was shocked!! "CHOTU????? That Raju's son Chotu who was never under my radar leaked the plan??!! Subrahmanian Sundaram why didn't you think in this direction?
    ©rraokalnad

  • eclecticyet_original 6w

    She always pulled him
    "Telling c'mon! Come out
    Such beautiful day should not be spent inside with phones on!!
    Come out and feel this wind!"



    After she was gone,
    He would often find himself sitting on his terrace
    And
    Everytime wind touched him,
    He knew it was her❤️

    ©eclecticyet_original

  • rraokalnad 6w

    Subrahmanian Sundaram - From CBI

    Episode-17
    The clock ticked 1.15 pm - Time for the beautiful sculptures to step out! Subbu and the cops were all set to seize those white beauties along with the criminals! As expected, the Black Scorpio arrived! While the Cops slowly walked across the road towards the spot, Subbu's team secretly started shooting the scene.

    ALL SET - Cops encroached the two boys who were holding the sculptures and immediately arrested them. "We have a notice to take you under custody. You druggies! All your sculptures will also be under our custody until further investigation!" shouted the cops at the boys. Meanwhile, boys did not seem to be frightened instead they expressed their innocence and that the sculptures were simply sculptures and nothing to do with drugs! Subbu was on cloud nine jumping with joy until suddenly his mind questioned "By the way, where is that rich kid? He was the real culprit! Why didn't he arrive today!! Damn!! Did my plan fail?? Shit!.................."
    ©rraokalnad

  • reyjay 97w

    Forever young

    ⁻⁻⁻⁻⁻⁻⁻⁻⁻⁻⁻⁻⁻⁻⁻⁻⁻⁻⁻⁻⁻⁻⁻⁻⁻⁻⁻⁻⁻⁻⁻⁻⁻⁻⁻⁻⁻⁻⁻⁻⁻⁻⁻⁻⁻⁻⁻ ⚘

    Suatu hari.
    Menantikan pertemuan.

    Aku ingin tahu apakah dirinya
    Ingin kembali untuk bersama?

    Namun tidak lagi mengenalku,
    Sejak kulitku terbebas dari kerutan.

    Kapanpun ia memandang
    Wajah lamaku,

    Sudah jauh berbeda
    Serupa artis idolanya.

    Berpose dekat poster idolamu
    Kini terlihat semakin mirip dengannya

    Kapanpun seseorang memandang
    Wajah baruku,

    Aku akan tersenyum dan
    Selalu memberikan senyuman yang segar
    Seperti air yang tetap segar di lautan.

    Pelangi yang tetap indah berwarna-warni.
    Mentari yang tetap cerah bersinar.

    Mawar yang tetap cantik berbunga.
    Segarnya pucuk muda, nikmatnya kelapa muda,
    Aku ingin tetap selamanya muda.

    ⁻⁻⁻⁻⁻⁻⁻⁻⁻⁻⁻⁻⁻⁻⁻⁻⁻⁻⁻⁻⁻⁻⁻⁻⁻⁻⁻⁻⁻⁻⁻⁻⁻⁻⁻⁻⁻⁻⁻⁻⁻⁻⁻⁻⁻⁻⁻ ⚘
    ©reyjay

    '-'_@_