Two simple words that Ram didn’t quite realize the significance of until 3 months into his idyllic marriage when he cracked his first stupid joke about his in-laws and didn’t get any food or water for two whole days.
That incident clearly defined the boundaries where his stupid jokes had to stop.
Yes, this was the last place that they would think of looking, the only place where I can peacefully put up my feet, open up a book and traverse through the wonderful journey that the pages take me through.
So what if I was a bestselling author? Can I not read a book in peace?
Yes, I had my IPad, my Kindle, my smartphone, and the reading apps on them, and the ebook versions of these books as well.
But nothing quite beats browsing through these bookshelves, selecting books, reading the back blurbs and then leaving through the pages. Nothing compares to the smell of newly printed books. Does it?
This post has been written for Write Tribe’s 55 on Friday writing prompt where the post had to include one or more 55 fictions based on the picture at the top of the post.
This week’s prompt has been provided by the wonderfully talented Vidya Sury who blogs here [Link to blog]
Although the gargoyle was a devoted servant of The White Witch, he knew better than to deliver any bad news to her. Therefore, when he had to inform her of Edward – The Son of Adam’s escape, he hid behind the shield.
Little did he know that it would not protect him from the witch’s curse.
This post has been inspired by the character of The White Witch in the book, The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe, the first one in the Narnia series by CS Lewis. This character was well known for her tendency to turn people and animals into stone whenever things didn’t quite go her way.
“Bah, I hate Zombies, they always make me go so woozy in the head”, he said to his fellow traveler. They were the only two on that dark moonless night on that road leading to the cemetery from the town.
“So do I, especially when Jim mixes them. He is such a novice at bartending. “
This post has been written for Trifecta : Week Ninety Eight writing challenge where the post had to use the following definition of Zombie : a mixed drink made of several kinds of rum, liqueur and fruit juice.
At first when John insisted on carrying the backpacks of the entire tour group of 6 people, I thought he was just being a smart-ass and trying to show off. Later on I realized that he was being a dumb-ass doing it for no reason, other than to jump the queue at the Check-In counter.
This post has been written for Trifecta : Week Ninety Seven where the post had to use the following definition of ass: (adverb/adjective) often vulgar—often used as a post positive intensive especially with words of derogatory implication