DP weekly writing challenge contd. Shorola AKA Corolla cliff hanger part 2

Shorola was unhappy, she wondered , “why do they hate me, I wanted to be their friend, Mom you’re wrong I tried to be nice, they still dislike me, oh please  God , can you help me?”    D own came a bearded fellow  from up above.  “My dear child,what’s the matter,why are you crying?”

“No one likes me ,everyone hates me, they tease me ,they call me Corolla,my name is Shorola ,I wanted to be their friend .I brought some candy for  them .Tom the bully took them away. I have nothing to give them.”

“Okay my dear child I know why you are sad. I must tell you something. You cannot buy friendship.  I’ll try to help you,you must remember my instructions. Any mistake you make will work against you. I’ll give you three things:  1. A gold bracelet, 2. A silver bracelet ,3. An emerald bracelet.  Each one has its own magic.  I’ll also give you three pouches to put them in. The pouch with the letter G,will be for the gold bracelet, S for silver and E for emerald. Do not mix them up or all the magic will be lost. Put them in a  safe place. Don’t tell anyone about them. When you try them on, each one will tell you what they can do for you. I am not going to tell you what they can and cannot do. You have to find out yourself. I’ll show up one more time to see how you’re doing.” Suddenly he disappeared.

“But I am scared nice man, I want you to come back and help me.”  There was no answer. She thought of telling her mother about this, but he told her it wasn’t a good idea. What will I do, I am so sleepy, maybe the nice man will come in my dream and will tell me, what kind of magic the bracelets have, will he or won’t he? I’ll sleep, before I do, I’ll put my pouches in a safe place. I know I’ll put them under my mattress, no one will see them, I HOPE!

To be continued!

https://sabethville.wordpress.com/2014/01/09/dp-weekly-writing-challenge-cliffhanger/  part 2

DP Daily prompt: The Outsiders

I had the experience of being outside , looking in. I don’t like that feeling . I had this experience more than once. One of them was when my husband wanted to discuss their property issue with his brothers, I had to be out, because it was not related to me directly. It almost sounded like,”persona non grata”. I personally didn’t think they had all that much. The fact I am the wife gives me the right to know. What if something happens to my husband and the brothers take charge. By keeping me uninformed  hurts him too. I know the system of writing a will is the best thing humans did. Sadly in villages nothing like that exists.

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2014/01/09/daily-prompt-outside-2/

365 days Jan.9th 1984

I am locked in a room with my greatest fear. I have to think what my greatest fear is.  The year 1984 saw a lot of important and unfortunate events in India.The attack on the golden temple in Amritsar, assassination of Indira Gandhi ,prime minister of India by her security guards and the Bhopal tragedy to name a few. In all of these events a lot of innocent people lost their lives. Politicians are always a target for disgruntled citizens. Where only one or two do the evil deed.

I’m   probably forgetting what I’m supposed to do. Oh I am in a room where I am locked up. What is my greatest fear. I’d say if I had to think of one thing it is the fear of people around me who are guarding me.  I see a variety of them. Old,young,middle aged, bearded,beardless ,tattooed,dark haired and tall burly type. With all of them focusing on poor me is pretty scary. All of them are eating Sheesh kebab, fried chicken, drinking tea,coffee for dessert eating cheese balls in syrup AKA ras gullas. The combined smell is disgusting. They are smoking the cheap substitute of cigarette i.e birhi.  It’s cheap and smells terrible. With all these weirdos surrounding me with their horrible personalities who wouldn’t be scared, considering the fact there’s no one to defend me. I want to scream at the top of my lungs and say,”Get me out of here please”.

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2014/01/08/writing-prompts/   jan 9th 1984