She danced when she was happy, she danced in anger, she danced when sad. Overjoyed on seeing the ghungroos her father had got, she hugged him - unaware that the love of her life was about to be snatched away as tonight she would dance, not because she wanted to, but because others wanted her to.
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The above piece is my first attempt at what is known as 55 fiction. 55 fiction is a form of microfiction limited to a maximum of well, 55 words. I had seen this on my friend Arnab's blog - Technicolor Collage and never even in my wildest dreams had I thought that I'll be able to accomplish a task which requires such extreme brevity. Well what can I say, sometimes I tend to surprise even myself. :)
8 comments :
wow... hv nvr come across this form of expression called 55 Fiction... hd a look at ur fren Arnabz blog.. n th place frm whr he got to kno bout it...
and i must say that u hv done a great job... :) intriguing ...
Wow! That was brilliant! A really new perspective that made me think - well, a little more than usual.
That's a compliment.
Keep writing...
Interesting; gotta try it sometime.
Good work.
** not because she wanted to, but because others wanted her to.
Still waters run deep. Period.
55F's almost everywhere these days.
Good one there...
Peace.
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Greetings.
First time at your space. Landed here from Jagruti.
Keep that pen busy! Good luck.
Peace.
@ Karan....tank you :) and do give it a try man...
@ Arnab....uh, OK, if you say so. :P lol, thanks. :)
@ Unforgiven....thank you. :)
@ Kartz...Thanks. Keep visiting. :)
55fiction..Interesting..and well written. :) ilike! :D
@ Siya...thanks.
It definitely _is interesting. Give it a shot!
Cheers
never even in my wildest dreams had I thought that I'll be able to accomplish a task which requires such extreme brevity.
u never know ur limits till u croos them do u? :)
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