Design Your Cover

Hello Everyone,

    Long time, since I have participated in any blog-fest right? Yeah!! Here is an awesome blog-fest , DESIGN YOUR BOOK COVER at Writers Journey by Teralyn Rose. Thanks to her, that we have this post!! 

   I am supposed to create a cover, for my WIP and post it here by 31st of August. Here is the cover: *Drums Rolling ... TADA*

  I know, this is pretty shitty, due to my extra-ordinary dexterity with art *AHEM .. AHEM* .. Kindly bear with me. Let me check out the other covers in mean time.

  The Log-Line of the book is: Sacrifice of a dumb Army officer who considers his team as his only family as recollected by member of his family.

   Once I complete the same, I would be glad to send copies to all.  I took the freedom of sharing few things about the book for other blog-fests.  Want to know a little more??  Here you go:

• Entry for Now Starring Blog-fest
• Entry for Character Interview Blog-fest
• Entry for MC blog-fest

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Writers’ Platform-Building Campaign

Hello Everyone,

 

Just a small, but important announcement:

Rach Writes, is organizing Writer's Platform - Building Campaign on her blog. 

Don't forget to go down there, check out and join the campaign!!

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Helping Hands

Hello Everyone, 

    How was your day going on? Mine was awesome till now and of course shall keep going that way. This post is in response to Short Story Slam Week 6 from the Bluebell books. The theme is simple and is to write a poem / story based on the prompt. The prompt is this cute picture of a dog and a puppy!! So, here is my article. I am calling the puppy as Franko

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"I won't walk any further", shouted Franko, thinking if I was only taller, stronger and not limping, I would have kicked the hell out of this bully. 

"You must" snorted the big bullying elephant carrying the puppy with its trunk and walking up hill

"Grrrr!!! Only coz you can bully" replied Franko

"Ha Ha!! Save your energy. You need to walk"

"Who on the god damn earth are you to bother me? I don't need anyone Grrr..." replied Franko, trying to sound angry. God damn myself. First my mom kicks me out and now this thick headed fellow is forcing me to limp all the way. Can't I rest? 

"Why don't you run? So far that you are out of my line of sight? If you are brave and worthy why don't you fight?" mocked the elephant

"Only if I wasn't limping, Only if I could run fast like my mom, I would have bit you and made you run for your mom. I shall ride on your back then." retorted Franko, thinking if it is even possible

"Whoa Whoa!! Hold your tongue." advised the elephant walking slowly carrying the puppy, who was struggling hard to release the grip.

"I can't. Don't you see? Its hard for me to walk down. Why on the earth do you torture me you moron? Can't you see that it hurts? Can't you feel my pain?" shouted back Franko

"Ha Ha!! I told you punk. You ought to be killed. Somewhere I have a feeling that you can walk down the hill another ten times. Somewhere I have the feeling that you can overcome that limp and truly bit me. I am waiting for it to happen" replied the old elephant putting the puppy down as they are already on top of hill.  Is this puppy just arrogant. Is it useless for me to waste more time on this puppy? Should I give one more try? Can I teach the puppy to stand up for itself irrespective of what others think? 

"Don't tell me you care!! You don't care a shit!! I can, I will walk down this god damn hill a million times but never never cry, not due to a bully like you" spoke Franko dashing out, trying to loose sight of the elephant

I shall not follow this puppy back now. He seems good enough to run. One day, this puppy will understand what is happening to him now. How I am helping him this very moment. Ha Ha!! This one too will soon forget me and I shall spend all my lonely years eating cane thought the elephant walking the other way trying to find some sugarcane. 

--x--

How is it? Liked it? Enjoyed it? Want to read some more cool stories? Check out my entries for other similar blog-fests:

• Poetry and Schometry
• Story Slam Week 5
• Broken Dolls flash fiction 
• Love Robots Flash Fiction
• Broken heart
• Flash Fiction from TerribleMinds.com
• Series of Unfortunate events
• A2A flash fiction challenge
• Delusional Doom Blogfest 
• Nature of Love Blogfest  
• My Dad's Job
• Second Crusaders Challenge  
• Memory Lane Blogfest
• Harry Potter Blogfest 
• Paint it Purple Blogfest  
• Show Not Tell Me Blogfest

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Birthday Bash Blogfest

Hello Everyone,

  I don't seem to be participating in ample blog fests and blog hops of late, right? Well, let me start doing that now!! So, this post is in response for the Birthday Bash Blog-fest  from J. C. Martin.  The prompt is simple, write a short story, starting with the phrase "A lot can happen in a year…” in no more than an hundred words, not counting the starting phrase!!

Well, here is my entry:

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“A lot can happen in a year, when you are satisfied with your material progress” spoke Jane

“Yeah, you get peace & health” said John cutting  Jane

“You become flirt of the day, read books & lose touch with reality”

“Ha Ha!! Not in my case”

“Moment you stop improving, you fall back, take rest and then understand you are lagging in job skills. “

“Hmmm…”

“You compromise as you liked current life style, you loose heart in girls, money, dream pay check and just get fatter all day”

“Jane!! I want this job not college. Can’t you “ shouted John

“I can!! Try to sit on the highest branch, before sitting idle”

--x--

    Well, what do you say? It is a bad job right? I just dunno!! Let me re-edit it mean time! Tell me what you feel about it?  Kindly let me know!!

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Memory Lane Blogfest

Hello Everyone,

This post is in response to Memory Lane BlogFest, on Rambles & Randomness by Vicki Rocho. The concept of the blogfest is very very simple:

        "all you have to do is post your answers to one or all of the questions below on Saturday, April 2nd"

And the questions are:
When did you start your blog?
What is first denomination (price) of postage stamp you remember?
How old were you  when you learned to ride a bike?
What was the first concert you attended without parental supervision?
How old were you when you got your first kiss?
What is your earliest memory?

 

My answers:

• I started my blog on 6 Mar 2011
• 25 Paise is the denomination of Postage stamp I remember
• I was about 5 year old when I learned to ride a bike
• I never attended a concert (True yaar!! I didn't)
• I still didn't get my first kiss. I always imagined about it and wrote about how it below. Just check out!!
• Most of my early memories are about my sister and my school. Nothing much specific!! ha ha!!

 Here is how, I imagined I would get a kiss (my first kiss), I introduced my girl to a set of close friends and then the flow of conversation is as follows:

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          “Oye, hug her. Give a close-up pic” someone in the crowd spoke. Am I from some zoo or some animal? To give poses?

          “Cut it everyone. I gotta tell you something”

          “Not so soon honey” Alen cut me

          “Hooonnnneeeeey!!!!” started Captian before she was cut short by Shark boy who had a million dollar question “Ever kissed her re?”

          “Nope, not so soon.”

          “Come on, go for it” encouraged Shark boy.

          “Let go everyone. Stop it.” Me asking everyone to cut it? Why? Am I gay? No I am not. No need of being the Good Samaritan guy. I can kiss her. Alen is pretty beautiful. Everyone will surely have a crush on her.

          Everything went as fast as a flash. Alen grabbed my hand and kissed me without prior intimation. Something in me started too. I returned the favor with extreme pleasure and intimacy. This is the first time for me.

          My goodness, I am blinded for a moment or two. My senses are wide awake.           Shark was cheering me wildly. Captain and Nami seemed to be amazed and yet I feel subconscious. Ammu was congratulating Alen. I dunno what is going around me. I just enjoyed few seconds of my life. I just sat down on the stairs to calm myself down.

          What’s my heart beat like? 300 times a second or more! Sort of adrenal rush and a wish from the depths of my heart to kiss her once again.

          I don’t remember what happened after it. All I know was, I was staring at Alen. Intend to kiss her again. No luck though.

          I read something in Naked and Dead saying “A man would never be able to remind himself of the taste of love though he was in love ample number of times unless he is enjoying it himself”

--x--

     Hope something like that happens soon!!! What do you say about my imagination?? Isn't it cool???

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Paint It Purple BlogFest

Hello Everyone,

This is for the PAINT IT PURPLE BLOGFEST on HOLD ON TO YOUR BLOOMERS by ERIN KANE SPOCK.

 The concept of the blog-fest is to

1) Post a short segment (a paragraph or two, really no more than 100 words) of your work-in-progress.
2) Paint it purple with enough metaphors, similes, and poetry to gag the most die hard beatnik. Feel free to run wild, spitting in the face of good taste, genre norms, and Occam's razor.

So here is my entry: 

--x--

“Oye tell me more. How does a girl choose a boy? You girls have some algorithm to do it?”
“Algorithm?

Hmmm… No .. ”
“I know I know the answer Iva, girls choose the richest boy available. Right?”
“Shut up.”
“Please tell me re. Even Vinay was not a right match for Ammu as per me. She chose him.”
“Oye … It’s a girl thing you won’t understand.” 

--x--

Here is my part two!! Hope you guys love it  :-)

--x--

“You there?” was the message of Nami after a waiting period of about twenty minutes

“No…   :-p     :-p”

“Silly fellow.”

“Oye tell me more. How does a girl choose a boy re? You girls have some algorithm to do it?”

“Algorithm?”

“Yeah, First Come First Serve or Randomly pick one or The worst man available or the Most handsome man or …??”

“Hmmm…”

“I know I know the answer Iva, girls choose the richest boy available. Right?”

“Shut up. It is not like that.”

“Please tell me re. Even Vinay was not a right match for Ammu as per me. She chose him. Why on the earth girls have such poor taste.”

“Oye … It’s a girl thing you won’t understand.”

“Ha … trying to give an excuse?”

“Whatever …    :-p   :-p”

“Overheard some conversation between a couple here. The lad told the lass about his first love and how this lass became his true love. Lass little sad and saying never tell that to me. You don’t know how it hurts. It’s a girl thing”

“Idiot. You making fun of me!!!! I won’t chat anymore.”

“Are nami, come on, It was for fun. You said girl’s thing. So just started. I don’t understand what you mean by it.”

“Tell sorry first. Ten times”

“Sorry Nami, Sorry Sorry Sorry Sorry Sorry Sorry Sorry Sorry”

“Never do that again!!!    :-p”

“As you say ……. 0;-). You don’t know to count? I told sorry nine times only! Ha Ha”

“Get lost”

--x--

When, I read about the blogfest, I was not sure if I can create an entry for it!!! I remember I hesitated to sign up!! Probably this is not cool entry for the fest, but do let me know how you feel about my entry??? In mean time, I would check upon entries of everyone else!!

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Nature of Love, A blogfest

Hello Again,

       I just stumbled upon one more, of those cool blogfests. This time by Diamond–Yup, Like the Stone and the name is Nature of Magic. The  task is to "Write or share something you’ve already written that, to you, shows the nature of magic (in 1000 words or less). It can be an excerpt from your WIP, something you’ve written especially, poetry, whatever strikes your fancy. It just needs to show the nature of magic as it exists for you or for those you write about."

Ha, cool concept right?? I gonna give it a try now!

--x--

        In the comforts, of these stone walls, today I lay, accused of treason and plotting against our prince. Have I committed treason?  I am not bothered, I just did my duty, well, I just went beyond the rules to complete my duty to the queen and the king. 

Queen Cartoon

       Her highness, our queen, brought into this world, two beautiful angels and one prince charming. But, the gods decided to punish the king for some reason and one day, when the prince was three years old, he stopped walking. 

        The best healers, doctors, sorcerers and priests couldn't do anything about it. People from far away lands, doctors from the distant allies all tried their best. Our queen, took to bed with grief in her heart and never again, she spoke a word or gave a smile.

           I was the official jester cum care-taker for the prince. The prince, is a good kid. Unlike others, he behaved well, treated his servants with respect and was little sad sometimes I personally think he knows the truth about himself and becomes sad about it. Everyday, at night, I used to read, stories about great kings from far away places, princesses waiting to be rescued, fairies and the heaven. But one day, I read him, a story about a happy magician who with his magic, entertained kids and earned his livelihood.

          My prince was in awe of the magician. This is quite not-him, for he was well educated and is fast learning the realities of life and the burdens he might have to undertake. He wanted to see a magician. Well, a prince can order almost anything. Magicians of fame, have been ordered to put show just for the prince. The prince, didn't like anything, he was looking for someone who made kids happy, not for someone like these buggers Excuse me for my language, I am not supposed to use such words

           I was just thinking and thinking. I just got the word, that a magician, woman, came to town and started entertaining everyone around. I couldn't convince the king that she would be perfect jester for the young prince. The king called me nuts. So I learnt a few tips from her everyday, by paying her most of my pay, and performed them for the prince. Prince was becoming happy all time, and wanted to see the Magician.

           Well, the prince must stay in the palace all time and the entire world is out of bounds for him. The magician won't be allowed into palace without kings orders. So I decided to take my prince to the show, everyday, without notice of anyone else and have been successful in doing so for half past three years, until today. King got to know the word, accused me of treason and threw me here.

           Am I sad? Nope. I still remember how my prince was laughing out loud for every trick of the magician. I thought, he fell in love with that women. His face, was gleaming with pleasure whenever the magician took out a rabbit from her hat, whenever someone yelled "abracadabra alacazam". Whenever a kid was afraid, and started crying, the kid was first to show the kid, how good a place this is and was a favorite among the regular audience.

            I sincerely believed, that the young prince in his mid-teens fell in love with the young magician. I know, what the magic of youth is, I know how people fall in love with someone or the other. The magician, had to stop the show, and go back to her hometown. My prince was little effected with this and wanted her to comeback and put show. 

               He was not ready, to go to shows of other magicians in town, and I accidentally came upon the reason, which was well written in his dairy, as "I saw a magician today, I literally felt I will be able to walk, if she performed magic upon me! I shall wait for my turn". Bless, his kind soul, he believed in her and loved her not, in the way of youth. I thought, I would search for the magician and bring her back, but the prince was stern and wanted to accompany me. I couldn't say no to a prince's order without loosing my head!! So I am here today, and shall find the Magician for him, someday.

              I just did my duty, and someday, I will be relived from this comfort too!! Ha Ha!!!

--x--

             Hope you all loved the same. I think of something and start, it turns out to be something else. It's better to let your hands guide right?? Yeah, at-least for me!! 

       There are hell lot of other short stories I have made for similar blogfests in the recent days. Please do have a look at them all. below Don't forget to tell me how you felt about this one!! The others include:

• Broken hearts BlogFest
• Flash Fiction from TerribleMinds.com
• Birthday Compfest
• Bucket List Blogfest
• March BlogChain
• Series of Unfortunate events
• A2A flash fiction challenge
• Delusional Doom Blogfest

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Delusional Doom Blogfest

Greetings of the time everyone,

One more blogfest, Delusional Doom Blogfest, by Hart Johnson. First things first, please don't curse me, for I am participating in every blogfest, that I come across. I just love them. 

People put up a question / challenge and ask you to take part in it. This is fun in itself. Co-participants are ready to read your work, appreciate your efforts and pass a comment or two to help me become better. This is cool right? Yeah, it is, I know.

Coming back to Delusional Doom Blogfest, the concept is simple, someone has to die and the death must be either very strange, unusual, bizarre...conspiratorial... or that the reporting be entertaining. 

So here is my entry:

--x--

"I dunno why. I just wanted to" is my standard reply whenever I had to explain, to someone, why I was doing something odd, something out of box, something which people thought required explanation.

Well, not me, I did everything till date with all my heart and never in my heart, I had a regret, for long back, I swore to myself "No regrets in this life".

People wanted to know, what I intened to become, What I intended to achieve, what path I intended to choose and whom I would follow.
People wanted to know whether I am a man or a monster? For the simple reason, they were all worried what I would become? will I bring destruction onto them? or will I deliver them?

Ha, I became a sea man, the captain of Mobi  my ship and the old man for twenty and hundred sons and daughters of these troubled times, who took to sea, in quest for freedon, joy and rommance, which couldn't be found in the civilized world.

Pirate Ship Simple Drawing

My fellow men, laughed at me, when I declined treasures of gold and silver. Men on the deck, called me nuts, when I stood against merciless looting and Men in uniform never made it till me.

Well, many a people, wondered, about my wants and my goals? Do I have a goal? I wouldn't kill someone without need, wouldn't loot someone's treasure and accepted every free soul, who boarded Mobi, as my son and daughter. All I wanted was a family, who would stick to each other, irrespective of anything.
The voyage was long one. Moby joined me first, then John, then Mark, then Lucy and so on, till I lost count of barrels of rum we needed in a day. I enjoyed it always and stood strong for myself, for my heart and for my dreams, behind the skull and bones.

Today, I am not on Moby. I am walking into hell, one big hell and am gonna bite off, more than I could chew. I grew old and the strength of my youth left me. There is one man, for whom I am doing this, just to tell him, that I wouldn't call him son again.

I am going to avenge my daughter, who was killed in cold blood, by one of my own sons. I am going all alone, for I was alone, when I started my family. He is now, in safe company of men in uniform, but will be free before long.
A sea man, boarding a navy ship and walking into into fifteen uniformed men, to quench his thirst would be remembered forever. I am gonna carry a rifle for him too, for I need a fight and I am sure, the brats never allow that pleasure for prisoners.
What will be my last words? Will my back be proud like ever? (without wound of cowards) Will I die? Will it pain me? Will Moby miss me? Will my sons and daughters forgive me? Will I miss the rum and the salmon? Ha, whatever, I have a mission and a purpose.

I am doom for everyone of those sonofabitch who points his fingers towards my family, for all I ever dreamt of, ever worked for and ever cared for is my family alone. I am doom for you, John.

--x--

Hope you liked the same. Do let me know how you felt about it. I am participating in other blogfests also and putting up some really cool posts for them. Please do have a look at them here

• Broken hearts BlogFest
• Flash Fiction from TerribleMinds.com
• Birthday Compfest
• Bucket List Blogfest
• March BlogChain
• Series of Unfortunate events
• A2A flash fiction challenge

My goodness, I didn't even know that I participated in so many blogfests, in last one week alone!!! ha Ha.

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Broken Hearts Blogfest

Greetings of the time everyone,

Hope you are all enjoying the frenzy activity on this blog and my other blog about the blogfests. Here is one more of them. The Broken Hearts Blogfest, which challenges you to write in 1000 words, wretched emotions, the anger, depression, fear, whatever happens after the happy honey-mooon lovey-dove V-day stuff is over and all that is left is a broken heart.

This time, I started reading entries of other participants before trying out my own article. Well, I literally feel like curling myself into moth ball and getting lost into the depths of dark hole. I can never never be as cool as most of these. But no issues, "swimming, staring, swimming, Gills in Gills out" says Trisha from WORD + STUFF. The same way, "read think write" this is how my life shall go on!!

       The following few words, are prologue for short fiction story, I wrote few days back with title "3 things that went wrong with my facebook" not yet published. I dunno how to get it done. So it is safe in the confides of my hard disk.I thought the prologue can be used here: So have a try:

--x--

        My world was a sweet dream. I was the luckiest man on earth for I got to know whom I love the most. I had a father who loves money more than anything. I had a job that pays me about $200 at a young age of 19.  I was confident that I could win the heart of my princess, become rich, become popular and of course famous. And I had ample dreams of becoming a huge, successful author. 

        I had to choose poly-technique right after my tenth and job after my poly-technique while my friends were are all enjoying their life @ some college or the other. After my tenth, I lost contact with everyone who was close to me in tenth. I still loved Ms. Ammu with all my heart. It was a secret love. Yeah such things exist. I dunno why. I didn’t meet her for years and yet my love to her was becoming stronger and making my day better, my life happier till now.

          On the fateful morning of Dec 4, the princess of my world, Ms. Ammu, invited me to her home for a get-together. Well everything went well I hope. We all had fun, enjoyed together and had delicious lunch. I was introduced to a young lad that day. Mr. Vinay Ammu’s Boyfriend. Well, I understood what Harry Potter meant by my internals are filled with lead that very moment. I didn’t know what to do then. I also had to hear their story with a smile on my face. A 70mm smile which came from depths of heart. 

          Well, I at least understood how outdated I am. How remote I have become from my own, one time classmates. I couldn’t answer the questions like “What am I?” & “What the hell I am gonna do now?” Could I move on? Is this what is called as break-up? Isn’t this the catastrophe of the century? Half my colleagues were ready to round up Vinay and kick the hell out of him. Will that give me pleasure? Should I start boozing which I didn’t start only because Ammu doesn’t like boozers? Should I be friends with Ammu? I always thought such a day might come, but I was really not prepared to face it my foot, leave the preparations, I am already facing it. Should I disappear from the surface of earth?

        

Well, I could confide only in Ms. Nami another classmate in this issue. A similar get-together five months back brought both of us into contact. After hell lot of chatting with Ms. Nami, reasoning with my own heart and crying yeah I do cry I decided to join FACEBOOK and do a lot of show, just to hide my tears.

--x--

        Hope you loved it, Don't forget to send your entry to the flash fiction challenge I am hosting on this blog. And don't forget to tell me how you feel about this.

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