Friday, 21 March 2014

A-Z theme reveal




"Tis from the harrowing tales of endurance  
Everlasting hope is born..."
~M

Meet M. A narrator who would remain as tangible and as obscure as possible; her voice only a lingering whisper-subtle yet haunting. This April, you and I will flip through the pages of her journal (she dislikes the term diary); breathe in with her the sights and smells of a colourful country called India; embark on a journey as she gets entangled in a college project that turns out to be much, much more. 
Meet M. A story teller who never imagined her story would be worth telling. 

Her story is my theme of the year. 100-200 words per day, poems, journal entries, flash fiction, a powerful dose of all the three for the entire month. The posts aren't yet written , the story is yet to be fleshed out, M is yet to speak. That said, I do hope that I'll see it through. 
Wish me luck. Drop a comment. Leave a link to your blog and I'll see you soon. 

Thursday, 13 March 2014

VisDare: A-Z Prequel

I was so excited to see this picture because this serves as an excellent prequel to my A-Z story! The theme reveal is on 21st March so you can read about the theme then. If you are intrigued by the excerpt below come back in April for the complete story. Comments are appreciated. Drop a link to your blog in the comments and I'll visit you soon. =)

(Photo source: http://anonymouslegacy1.wordpress.com)

The plank was feeble and wobbly and their only way out. 
"Jaldi Mihir-hurry!" One of the boys said already perched on the wall.
Mihir hesitated, an old fear of heights temporarily incapacitating him. 
"We have to leave!" The boy on the top beckoned impatiently, his voice laced with fear.
"Oi! What are you doing?" The shout of the warden pierced the night. Mihir gulped and grabbed the plank taking the first step up.
"Hurry! Hurry! Hurry!" 
"Stop!" The warden yelled, running towards them.
The plank wobbled under Mihir's weight. Just a few steps more, just a few steps more. He told himself. 
"Here, grab my hand!" Saleem stretched a thin shaking hand. Mihir reached out, now only an inch separating their bony fingers. 
The jerk was sudden. Before he realised what was happening, Mihir hit the ground with a heavy thud.
"Run Saleem!" He screamed before the warden's baton darkened his world.


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