Short Stories 1.0 + The Best Announcement!

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Announcement Time!

Before I start — A very Happy Diwali to everyone.

A few months ago, Codex Publishing House was formed and to give a chance to new authors in getting published, they conducted a search for the best short stories to be included in the anthology — The Midget Allegories!

It gives me immense pleasure to announce that 6 of my short stories have been selected in the anthology! YES, I still can’t believe I’m going to get the tag of being a published author. *Heavy Breathing.

Here’s the first look at the cover, the details of buying the book would be posted as soon as the link is available:

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Recently, I faced a writer’s block. Weird enough, the writer’s block was only limited to tales and poems! Why? Because all the time, I continued to write short stories and now seems a good time to blog them!

Unlike before, blogging a single short story seems pointless, as it’s really short. So, I’d posting series of short stories together! These, obviously won’t be related in anyway with one another but would be categorized based on there chronology.

I hope you like it! 🙂

Saint

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Hope

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Apart

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Puppet

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©The Honest Fabler
©Image Credits – The sketches are from pinterest and tumblr.

I’d really appreciate constructive criticism as I know the photos aren’t the best and there’s always room for improvement in the way one writes.

My Lost Captain

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O’ Captain!

I’ve forgotten the value of words.
Or maybe I’ve stopped listening to the melodic birds?

Every time I try to write, to imagine, to break out of my cocoon,
My brain goes berserk & I know I’ve lost my boon!
Sending papers fly out in air,
I bang my head down in despair!

I need to write.
Something that won’t give my blood pressure a flight.

I review what I’ve written so far.
“Utter bullshit!”, I scream, “Just put me under a car!”

Take a deep breath, indulge in your mind.
Ask yourself, what has really turned you blind?

Tick tock, tick tock.
Random words won’t break my writer’s block.

“Don’t hit it harder, man!
Let yourself go, without a plan.”

That’s how it has always been.
The only cure that I’ve ever seen.

Stop your rants at once, boy.
The power of words is not a kid’s toy.

My brain screams, “Grow up!”
And I hold my urge to snap with a “Shut up.”

I embrace the suggestion, instead.
Hoping it’s better when I get up from bed.

Then comes the worst part & insomnia arrives.
Now, I’m scared if I’ve lost all my writer’s lives.

“Nothing as such exists, you naïve!
I’m just gone to make you realize what it means to be deprived!
Think of me with your purest heart,
I’ll come back to you when you really start.”

I listen to the voice and soon after I began.
“Tell me, Oh Captain, where had you ran?”

To which my Captain calls me a fool.
Says that I drowned him in an ignorance pool.

“Don’t you stop here, my old friend.
Have faith in yourself, for I know you’ll never let our chapter end.”


©The Honest FablerAshutosh Gursale
©Image Source – Google Images

Autumn of one’s life

A gray old woman sits all alone
Unloved, uncherished and unknown.
Sitting beside her broken door.
Dreaming of days past long ago,
When children played about her knee,
Filling the air with childish glee,
Tended by her with loving care.
Knowing the blessing of a Mother’s prayer.
But now they have gone, each to his life
A girl to her husband, a boy to his wife,
Forgetful are they of her who sits here,
Silently wiping a tricking tear,
For striving for things in a life so brief,
Blind their poor eyes to a dear Mother’s grief.
But does she upbraid them in word or in mind.
Nor does their neglect to her seem unkind.
She’ll forgive and forget all unkindness they’ve shown
This poor old mother who sits alone.
I see the sadness in your eyes,
The times that you are knowing
What’s happening to your wondrous mind,
The symptoms you are showing.

It was so hard to recognize,
When they started coming through.
The little things that changed you
From the person that I knew.

The doctor’s confirmation
Was so hard to accept,
To know that little could be done,
That there’s no cure as of yet.

Forgive me, dear, if sometimes
I give in to my frustrations.
It’s just so overwhelming,
This change in our relations.

Now I’m the one to be on guard,
To keep you safe from harm,
Protecting you the best I can
And not showing my alarm.

I hope you still can understand
How much you mean to me.
Though you curse me, or forget me,
I’ll accept what has to be.

For I will still remember
The joys that we once shared.
You showed me in so many ways
How very much you cared.

I pray to God to give me strength
To do what must be done,
To trust that in the future
This battle will be won.

© The Honest Fabler- Pooja Mukherjee
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