This post is in response to flash fiction challenge on TerribleMinds.com. Here are the rules
- You got 100 words
- Write a complete story, on revenge
- Make the story as good as possible, so that the revenge builds along with story to burst out!!!
So, here is my stupid, silly but but original entry
To a Seaman, merciless looting is romance, uniformed men are company and stories which inspire chill are trophies, but I took to sees, for family, who would stick to each other, irrespective of anything.
I enjoyed the voyage always and stood strong for myself, for my heart and for my dreams, behind the skull and bones, on the decks of Moby, never bothering about count of barrels of rum needed.
Today, I am not on Moby. I am walking into hell to bite, more than what I can chew. I grew old and the strength of my youth left me. There is one man, for whom I am doing this, to tell him, that I wouldn't call him son again after his act of insolence.
What do you say? Can you understand the feelings? Have I conveyed? I don't think, people call it story right?? It is much like thoughts of a man right? Bear with me!!
Wanna read through other stories which I wrote for terribleminds?? Dig in here:
with warm regards