Micro-fiction – 3

Scars

People often asked her about her scars. 
She never told them that she once bit a piece of her hand and it tasted so good, it became a habit.

Mother’s Secret

Her mother kept secrets. 
She freaked out one early morning, when she walked in on her mother ravenously eating a grey cat in the kitchen.

Horcrux

“That silly little parrot is a horcrux?” 
“Yes” 
“Sounds almost funny after Nagini, doesn’t it? Anyway, gotta destroy what we gotta destroy.”

The Red Umbrella

Oh! How she loved that red umbrella that seemed to change the rain to drops of blood in the twisted imagination of her sadistic mind.

Mind Over Heart

There was a constant war between the brain and the heart. Furious, one day the brain killed the heart. 
Doctors called it a heart attack.

Snake-Charmer

He was a snake charmer. One night, as he lay sleeping, the snakes took their revenge. 
Only his flute remained next to his pillow.

The Portrait

A picture is worth a thousand words. 
Dorian Gray’s portrait was worth a thousand lies.

Eclipse

The eagle flew towards the golden disk. Its mighty wings blanketed it, leaving the world in darkness.

The Twisted Love Affair

Animal bits and blood everywhere when she woke up. 
“God! I need to stop sleeping with this cheetah!” she thought to herself.

Soup For The King

They were sick and dying. The minister checked on them. 
“Boil their blood thoroughly before using it in the soup,” he ordered the chef.


The Man On A Brown Horse

The woods were haunted by a man on a brown horse. No one knew that the rider was different each time, and the horse loved human flesh.


The Face In The Crowd

She could’ve sworn she saw him in the audience before the curtain fell. It was preposterous. She had murdered him over a year ago..

A Hundred Roses

A hundred roses lay on the floor. He had carefully cut out the thorns and laid them on the bed before putting the baby to sleep on it 

Lipstick

“Aah, that shade of lipstick looks gorgeous on you!” she calmly told the terrified woman who’s lips she was scraping with a blade.

The Couch

The couch was cozier than any bed. It smiled for was aware of its seductive charms that drew people to it, before it made a meal of them.

The Lost Daughter

She kidnapped little girls. 
The minute she realized it wasn’t her long lost daughter, she would cut them to pieces and feed her cats.

Mirage

He finally reached a land filled with cacti and pig carcasses. He thought it was just another mirage. 
“Food!” he cried. 
He fainted.

Rotting Brain

His brain was really fuzzy. He could not think or work clearly. 
He didn’t know an ant was slowly eating it up from inside.

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14 thoughts on “Micro-fiction – 3

  1. Sreeja Praveen March 16, 2014 / 5:52 AM

    A Fantastic set of two-liners ! Each one outperforming the others 🙂 Hats off to your imagination. 🙂

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  2. Sreesha Divakaran March 16, 2014 / 1:17 PM

    Haha! When I re-read these, I wonder why is my imagination so twisted 😛

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  3. Anita March 16, 2014 / 8:59 PM

    What imagination, Sreesha! 🙂

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  4. Umamaheswari Anandane March 16, 2014 / 9:31 PM

    Very interesting! Never knew that we could write micro fiction in two liners …got to try one soon 🙂

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  5. Midnight scribbles March 17, 2014 / 7:21 AM

    That was insanely twisted. Twisted on another level yes! The best one was eclipse, lipstick and heart attack follow next.

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  6. Maniparna Sengupta Majumder March 17, 2014 / 5:23 PM

    Speechless I am !! so few words..yet so powerful !..especially liked the Horcrux one and the one referring to Dorian Gray …

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  7. Sreesha Divakaran March 17, 2014 / 5:52 PM

    😀 After reading these, it would be hard for you to believe that I am scared of watching horror movies!

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  8. Sreesha Divakaran March 17, 2014 / 5:54 PM

    Aah, I was hoping Harry Potter fans might like the one with the horcrux! Did not want any angry fans abusing me 😀

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  9. Midnight scribbles March 18, 2014 / 3:09 AM

    Naah I think horror movies have those fictious characters. That's not scary. What's scarier is the ability of people to hurt other people.

    Ps I cant stand horror either. In literature its ok though

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