Rescue......( addicted to 55ers)

“Bitch, may she suffer the way I am doing!” he sat there speaking to the sea.

“Help,” it came from the sea.

“Shit, some fool has got into the sea in this rotten weather.” He thought.

“Coming.” He shouted.

“Here, take my hand, we will be ashore in no time.”

“Thanks.”

He had rescued her!

Tables Turned...(55 words)

“Ma’am, will you please explain this question?” This, from a student in the middle of an examination.

“This is easy enough. You don’t know it?”

“No ma’am.”

“Who teaches you?’

Silence.

“Yes?”

Still no answer.

“I am waiting.”

“You, ma'am.”

Now it was the teacher’s turn to be silent. She didn’t know where to look.

Beyond her............55 words story.....

She looked at the tranquil sea from the balcony of her apartment, softly playing her guitar.

“Ruhani, get on with your studies. Your friends are doing very well and all you ever do is to sit there and strum your guitar.”

She stopped playing and emptying her mind of all thoughts, she jumped down.

I believe................

I believe in inner beauty
I believe in inherent goodness
I believe in magic
I believe in miracles
I believe in faith

I believe in love
I believe in friendship
I believe in doing silly things
I believe in just being myself
I believe in people

I believe in laughing with the world
I believe in crying too
I believe in power of healing by positive thinking
I believe in peace
I believe in humanity

I believe in hugging myself in the face of adversity
I believe in being a stronger person after any misfortune
I believe in laughing at myself
I believe in all the small things we do for each other
I believe in my heart

I believe in my mind
I believe in soul
I believe in my creator
I believe……….
Just believe……

I certainly DO NOT believe in ANY religion

Another 55 words story......

“No office today?”

“Getting up.”

He couldn’t let her know today

Wearily he got up and found his breakfast served.

“I have to go early.” Saying this she left for her office.

He nodded his head and as soon as she left, he went back to bed.

He had been thrown out of his job.

Why do I write?

When thoughts form in my mind, I write poetry.
There is an inner compulsion to do that.
When I am emotional, it all pours out in the shape of words.
At times, too raw, just gushing out.

Sometimes, I write without thinking
Mostly when I think, I am unable to write.
By my writing, I let out my feelings, emotions, thoughts, views, and opinions.

Writing brings peace to the core of my heart.
It gets me nearer to my creator.
It makes me in commune with nature.

A Living Loss.....

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