3rd Attempt At 55 Fiction

5th post today! Today, I have also changed the template, because my old template I found was a bit too pink. There's still pink on my Hello Kitty template, but there's much, much less! :D

I'm leaning against the wall, phoning up someone. I remain quiet when the person picks up. I don't mind if anyone finds out who I'm phoning; I don't want the person to know who I am. "Hello?" the person at the end of the line says. "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" I scream, and I put the phone down.

Yes! 55 words exactly!

Smile To Me

Sunshine has nothing on this
Miles it can spread
It can make,
Lots of people happy
Exciting to see, too

Thousands of people smile a day but
Only a few truly appreciate it

Making the world fill with joy
Encanting smiles is all the world needs

TO BECOME A HAPPIER PLACE! SO, SMILE AT SOMEONE, YOU WILL MAKE THEIR DAY!

2nd Attempt At 55 Fiction

Sameera was sitting on the step, reading a book, when her mum came up to her. "Sameera, are you ok?" she asked.
"Yes, thank you mother," Sameera replied polietly, not taking her eyes of the book.
"You do read too much, dear. Come downstairs and sit in the dining room with us,"
"May I finish first?"

A bit over 55 words! Oops. I like my 1st attempt more.

1st Attempt At 55 Fiction

"But you are my friend," Sorcha complained.
"Not anymore! I have a new friend," Roshni said.
"Who may that be? I haven't seen you with anybody else!"
"My new friend is-
"Who is it?!" shouted Sorcha.
"My new friend is-
"HURRY UP!"
"Give me a chance to speak!"
"I am!"
"My new friend is Blogger!"

Well? Like the attempt?

Siblings- Acrostic For Teens Prompt

Sad when you're sad
Important part of your life
Bossy but still...
Loving to each other.
Irrittating sometimes
Never giving up on you
Good to you when you need it the most
Siblings are all above and more.

dedicated to my cute cheeky little brother!

Nightmares

Hi! I hope you enjoyed the last post: My Childhood Dream prompt.
Have you ever had a nightmare? Where you think it's real? I have them all the time. When I have a nightmare I hug the blanket tightly, crouching into a ball. It feels so real. I can feel the hot breath of the monster, who is breathing down my neck. I can see flashes of red and orange. It makes me think of a fire. I think that if I lay still enough, the monster will go...
No. It is still there. Suddenly, a feel a hot burst of air. I let go of my blanket just for a second and I feel my body covered with green, oozing slime. I am trapped. The next few minutes seem so unreal, so terrifying. Then I wake up, and to my relief there is NO green oozing slime covering my body, NO monster, NO hot bursts of air. It was just a nightmare. When I have nightmares I sometimes wake up, heart pounding heavily. I run to the attic and lock myself in. Then I see a rat in there, so my heart starts pounding all over again. I release a scream, a frightening loud scream, and my mother runs in, shouting my name over and over again. All I can hear is "Missi, Missi," and weird noises, like a door slamming over and over again, cats wailing, fire engines roaring. I'm helpless, just lying there. I sometimes feel like I'm the only one who gets these sorts of nightmares. Do you?

My Childhood Dream (Tell A Tale Prompt)

Mother was sitting cross legged on the stone floor, clutching knitting needles and a scarf. Anjali, her sister, had bought Mother knitting needles finally. When they were younger, living in the streets of Mumbai begging for scraps of food, they could hardly afford clean water, let alone knitting needles. The sisters' mother (my Grandmother) had died when Mother was only 8 and Anjali was 13, causing them to fend for themselves. They had barely survived until Anjali got a job, which was a cleaner for a rich family. Anjali came home late at night every day, starting very early the next day. While Anjali was at work, Mother would beg passers for food and money. Very few were kind enough to give so Mother searched dustbins for food. Sure enough, there wasn't fresh food, she told me, but there was still enough scraps to at least survive.

Anjali told me about a time when it was Mother's fifteenth birthday. "I knew she wanted knitting needles," Anjali began. "But I couldn't afford them. I felt so bad,"

When Anjali was twenty-two, she got a job as a waitress, and Mother got a job as a chef in the same restaurant. After a year, it was enough to buy a home. It wasn't the ideal home. It was a hut, but at least Anjali and Mother had a roof over their heads.

Today is Mother's thirtieth birthday, and I am twelve years of age. This is the first time Mother has got a birthday present from Anjali, because Anjali needed to pay all the bills and buy food and did not have enough for a present. As Mother unwraps the present, she starts laughing! "Anjali! It was my childhood dream to get knitting needles and now I have finally achieved it!" They hug and smile and everyone (including me) is happy.

Such Is Life

Noise instead of peace...
Such is life.
Bike instead of car...
Such is life.
Candle instead of lamp...
Such is life.
You wonder why,
You are different,
But everyone is different,
To each other.
No person is same,
If there was then the world would be boring. All the same, nothing different.
It's like having 2 same videos.
One would collect dust under the table,
One would be loved.
The world is a sphere.
Everywhere is different.
Each country is different.
Each city is different.
Each home is different.
But mathematicans say a sphere is the same on both sides.
You cannot trust everyone.
Not everyone is true.
Not everything is true.
In fact, how can you know that anything is true?

Broken Window

"Whatever,"
"But, please, just listen,"
"No,"
"Please. Look, I'm sorry,"
"No,"
"What do you mean no?" said Rita, exasperated.
"I mean no, you're not sorry," Paps said, clenching his teeth. His daughter was turning out to be a nuisance.
"It was a accident!" Rita shouted, looking at Paps in the eye.
"So you are saying that a broken window was a accident, hmm? The window was 9 feet high! How could you at only 5 foot get up that high?"
"It was a bouncy ball!"
"And why are you apologising to me? Apologise to Mrs and Mr Smith! Do you know how much the window costed them to repair? £50,000!" Paps said sternly, rocking back and forth on his chair.
"Fine. I will apologise to them!"
"And what about the £50,000?"
"What about it?" Rita said, confused.
"How are you going to pay it back?"
"Pay it back? Pay it back? PAY IT BACK?" screamed Rita, walking across the room with her head held in her hands.
"Yes, you will pay it back. The Smith's said that if you do not pay it back within a month, they will have no option but to call for the police,"
TO BE CONTINUED...

20 Questions About Me!

1. Pizza or pasta? Pizza.
2. Computer or television? Computer.
3. What's your favourite film of all time? Probably Mean Girls or Freaky Friday, both starring Lindsay Lohan (Hollywood actress)
4. Least favourite type of music? Country. And classic, although it can be good sometimes.
5. What's your FAVOURITE type of music, then? RnB and pop are good, but I would have to say RnB because I listen to it most.
6. Do you drive? No, I'm too young. I'd love to when I'm older, though.
7. How old are you? You mean how young are you.
8. What do you do in your spare time? Go on the Internet or read.
9. Indian food or Chinese food? INDIAN. Yum. Well, both, seeing as my favourite food CHILLI PANEER is half Indian half Chinese.
10. Favourite subject? English and Mathematics.
11. If you were stuck on a desert island with absolutely nothing, what 2 things would you wish for? My family, and water. If I was really desperate I would wish for food... but I would rather have my family as you can survive for at least a good 20 days without food.
12. What do you want to be when you're older? A author.
13. Why do you like DIY crafts so much? I have no idea. It's fun to make things out of household items.
14. Would you rather write stories or instructions on how to make DIY crafts? I would rather write stories! But then again, DIY crafts are more useful...
15. What's your favourite type of weather? I like warm weather that's not too hot nor too cold. I love sunny weather. Boiling hot + me= me in a bad mood.
16. What is more useful- a calculator or a paper and pen? Paper and pen.
17. Floral or strong perfume? Floral.
18. Orange juice or apple juice? Orange juice.
19. Games console or book? Depends on how good the book is.
20. Flavour of ice cream? Vanilla.