Category: Prompt

Was that really Mary that she saw at the window with dad? The thought was eating Gina from the inside. She wished she’d stayed there for another glimpse of Mary. She wondered if she can go back to her place again. Will I fall for his hollow promises? Did Mary? Again?” #mbnov

Roy paused at the window for a second. He stood there alone — it made him realize the moment that had just passed was both superb and nasty at the same time. Was this all simply a build up to a deluge of sorrows to follow? Will the storm that surrounds me ever abate? #mbnov

Roy leaned in towards Mary – the stick missed his neck by a feather and shattered into pieces against the wall. The noise jerked Roy from his trance. He peered outside – a shadowy figure was murkily visible, running away.

Was that Gina? Or was it his selective memory? #mbnov

Roy couldn’t believe Mary stood, in flesh, before him. But then who else was staring back at him? Had he been able to convince Mary to stay back then? Could she?

Same questions crowded his daughter’s mind in a flash – as she saw the throwing stick cross the window. #mbnov

He wished he could reach outside the window and feel the touch he dearly missed. He did stretch his hand outside the window. He did feel the raindrops spattering against his palms. But it was the touch he felt on his back that startled him.

It was undoubtedly Mary’s. #mbnov

The Aging Spaceship

Note: I was recently held back by the 10th prompt of Microblogvember. I couldn’t come up with a satisfying subplot. I asked my 6-year-old daughter to tell me a story about space. This is her short story — I believe she has a better plot than what I could come up with. She always beats me with her creativity and freedom of thought.


There once was an old spaceship. No one used it. Everyone wanted to use the new spaceship. The new spaceship had too many lights and it flew fast. So all new people wanted to use the new spaceship.

Some old people were talking once how they wished they could go to space and see the stars from close. The old spaceship heard them, it felt sad. So it took them to space. It showed them the stars and the moon. The old people felt very happy.

Some young boys did not like those old people were also going to space. So they stole the old spaceship and hid them. The old people felt very sad that their friend was stolen. So they searched for the old spaceship everywhere. But they did not find it.

One day they got an idea. They announced to the young boys that they have got a very new spaceship. They should come and take it from them. The young boys came to take the new spaceship. But they fell and all the old people held them.

The young boys got afraid and gave the old spaceship back to them. The old people were happy that got their friend back. Now they went to space every day with the old spaceship.

Roy gazed out at the nippy darkness outside. The surrounding wasn’t deserted, but he felt desolate within. He wished he’d lend Mary the space she needed when the time was still at his hands.

The darkness that spread outside was stretching itself toward’s Roy’s mind. #mbnov

Roy relished the cold weather, more so if brought on by a persistent drizzle. A gentle wind wafting through the air carried few droplets along. He moved closer to the window, closed his eyes and soaked in the light sprays of rainwater. The atmosphere made him call Mary. #mbnov

When life clasps you in the grinds, holds you down with sheer pressure of existence, when you feel insignificant, look up to the stars. Billions of them, doing exactly the same thing day in, day out. Doesn’t make one shine less brighter.”

Mary’s words made Roy smile. #mbnov

She was sure she‘d be full with all sorts of expressions once the throwing stick crossed the window. But she wasn’t aware that what followed would be frightening, especially for her. It was, as the death she hurled was flying straight towards Roy leaning in to kiss Mary. #mbnov