....down the stream

"Where am I?" He said aloud. He heard nothing but his echoing voice. He was wounded badly and was wet. "Am I dead? Is this celestial world?" He screamed again. Nothing but echo and the sound of gently flowing water. The place had an unpleasant smell. It was dark but he could see a ray of light up above. He asked,"God? That's you?"

The flow of light was disturbed when a face peeped. “God? Where is your halo?" He wondered.
'God' spoke, "Are you okay? I’m gonna get some help. Look out for manholes on roads next time mister!"

A combat story

It was midnight. After a tiring day at work he was ready for a good night’s sleep when the canine war began on the street. He waited for it to end but the wait only got longer. His whining and frowns didn’t affect the brutality of the war.

Sun arose and the war ended. The dogs were tired after a long exhilarating episode and needed to rest. The morning clatter started and disturbed them and the lads on street never let them sleep. They howled and barked but it never affected the humans who were busy in their own world.

Drabble 4

It was the house where she spent her childhood. It was now the only thing that made her feel closer to her parents, the only thing which could take her back to her childhood. How much they loved her, how much she loved them. She walked through the hallway and found a dust covered photograph on a dust covered piano.

She held the photo and said ' How I Wish some things could remain the same forever.'

She sat at the piano, dusted it. She ran her fingers over the keys. It sounded beautiful- as it did 20 years ago.

A masterpiece

Tried hand at drabbling. Now time for some 55 word fiction.

He held the brush in his hand and stared at the blank white canvas in front of him. With colours on the palette he said, "Today, You will take me where I want to be. You will make me what I ever desired to be."

He had started to paint, with his eyes, his Dreams.

Drabble 3

Tiny drops of tears slid down to the pillow as she lay on her bed and stared at the fan circling above her. She cried to herself, ‘How can I sleep when I don’t see your eyes looking at me anymore? How can I sleep without your arms beside me to wrap myself in? How? How can I sleep when I don’t feel your warm breath in my hair? How can I sleep...? How can I...? How..?
She had stopped and slowly was on her way to the beautiful world of dream and blades of the fan continued to circle.