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Short Number 16 – The Liar, The Lover… and The Difference

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“I love you”

“I love you too”

“I want to be with you forever”

“I want to be with you forever too”

“I will stand by you forever”

“I will stand by you too”

“I’m still standing, darling”

“Hello?”

“Hello…Are you there?”

“Is anybody there?”

Silence…

Silence is the Difference

(61 words)

Short Number 15 – The Highs and Lows of Anxiety… and her buddy ‘Pam’

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Anxiety begins to brew, and sometimes it grows to the point where ‘Pam’ is required.

She does the job of Instilling the desired amount of ‘zombification’

But the next day, she gives you a big old ‘Pam-Over’

‘What goes down, must come down’

(43 words)

Writing Challenge Number 2 (2012) – Mediums – ‘But mostly, he wishes…’

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Medium Cool

333 words to be precise

You may or may not know that I have a boss/pimp who allocates me writing tasks every so often. (these can be found on Dawny’s Mini Seriessssss page).

Well; this job has led to another task that I’ve invented, as a naturally formed sideline…

Due to my inability to be succinct!

Welcome to Dawny’s Mediums!

Whenever I try to write a short, and I start getting too far away from my word limit. (as I just did) I’m gonna make it a medium, and as its my 33rd year and I’m obsessed with the number 3, the rules are, (like the shorts) each must tell a story with a point. But instead of 50 words, they must all be exactly 333 words…

Here’s my 1st shot at a medium.

But mostly, he wishes…

He was just 5; when he saw a slum for the first time; and he was a sensitive boy, his Dad could see in his eyes long before the tears, that it had hit him hard. His eyes welled up, as he stared at these people who looked just like him, and he wondered

What were they doing standing on the rubbish? Why were they living in houses like this?

His Daddy said “Don’t worry son, you’ll never have to see this place again”

And he didn’t. On their further trips to Mumbai, his Dad made sure he didn’t travel that route ever again, he never forgot their first visit, and they were very close.

The whole family made the effort to get together, and they were so pleased to see each other. They smiled and exchanged tales. Aadesh thought it would be a nice gesture for them all to cook and bring a dish from their childhood, one of the many their aunty used to make with them; when they visited her in the holidays. There were so many nieces and nephews, they all toasted ‘Aunty’ as they shared their dishes around. Seated in the Concorde, for it’s ‘flight finale’. Read the rest of this entry