Five sentence fiction: Envy

They were two sisters, Geeta and Seeta, although Geeta was seven years older, she always criticized Seeta.

Seeta was fed up she once complained to her friend Nina  about her sister, Nina paid them a visit at their house, the moment she sat in their house, Geeta had nothing good to say about her sister.

Nina came home and thought about everything she was told by Geeta, she was in a quandary, she’d never heard anyone so critical about the younger sibling, the thought came to her suddenly, maybe she’s jealous of her sister.

Nina was ecstatic she figured out what was wrong, the following day she told her friend, “I know why your sister is mean to you, she is jealous of you.”

Seeta was in shock, “jealous, but why was all she could say?”

https://sabethville.wordpress.com/2014/11/06/five-sentence-fiction-envy

 

 

 

 

 

Writing Prompt: Personal Space

To what extent is your blog a place for your own self-expression and creativity vs a site designed to attract readers? How do you balance that? If sticking to certain topics and types of posts meant your readership would triple, would you do it?

I recall the day I started my blog,I had no experience and knew nothing about what to pick for my posts. I wrote about things I was comfortable with, I had very few readers, I was happy with it. I was also doing some online courses, there were one or two who followed my blog and wrote their comments. One of them encouraged me to translate Tagore’s poems, the idea was a great one. I started translating, there were two or three others who started reading my posts and liked it.

It was encouraging for me, the idea of translating Tagore’s poems at first scared me,I only knew Tagore from learning his poems and singing his songs, I didn’t think I was good enough to translate his work. Yes I spoke the language he used to write his poems and song lyrics, but the thought of translation of his work did not enter my mind. I did it because I was too embarrassed to admit I was unable to do so.

Pretty soon the numbers of poems I translated was increasing but my readership did not. I was discouraged but I did not give up. Then a blogger read some of my translations and left encouraging comments. I complained I had very few readers. She encouraged me to read the post of others to introduce myself and this way the bloggers may take notice of my posts. It worked but not by much.

I then started participating in the daily prompts and other things, I have a few more than when I started.

At the moment I’m comfortable with what I’m doing, sticking to certain topics to increase my readership three times more would depend on what the topics are about,if they are not something I’d like to write about, I’d prefer not to do them. 

I like the idea of freedom to do my own thing, anything that comes in the way of my self-expression and creativity, I will not do it.

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DP Daily Prompt: Isn’t Your Face Red

It was a couple of years ago,I just started the online course. I noticed at the bottom of my comment,the image of garbage cans. I was unaware what it meant. I can be very impulsive. I didn’t give it a second thought. I got in touch with the person and complained. When my daughter came in I complained to her as well, you should have seen her facial expression it was nothing less than,”Priceless”.

My daughter explained what it meant. I was so embarrassed, I didn’t know how to apologize. I did several times. I even apologize now,whenever I think of how stupid I was. Technology is so far ahead of me,Sometimes I’m afraid to do or say anything.

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2014/02/05/daily-prompt-red/

DP Weekly writing challenge: Cliffhanger Shorola AKA Bitter Melon

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2014/01/06/weekly-writing-challenge-cliffhanger/

Her name was Shorola( innocent). It was difficult to fit her personality with her name. She did everything her own way. It cannot be counted innocent.

When she went outdoors, the kids in the neighborhood would sing, “Shorola you are a Corolla”(bitter melon).

She didn’t like the name bitter melon. It would infuriate her so much she’d start cursing.  It didn’t help,  Things were getting worse for  Shorola. She complained to her mother, it didn’t do her any good. Her mother said, “now my dear you’ve got to change your attitude, smile when you see them, play with them, be friendly, it’s not that hard”.

One day she came out of the house with a bag full of candies she thought ,  “kids like them,I’ll give them some, I’d ask them if they’d play with me.”

The kids noticed Shorola had a whole bunch of candies,they hovered around her, she asked, “Want some?”  They were surprised to see her so friendly.

One of them asked, “will you really give us some.”

“Oh yes she said, take as many as you want.”

Tom, the bully snatched the bag from her and took off. Shorola was livid she was going to teach him a lesson. She started kicking everything around her. The kids started running away and  sang , “Shorola you’re a Corolla!”

I’m not a bitter melon she  cried.

 

To be continued!