Second Crusader Challenge

This post is in response to the Second Crusader Challenge by Rachael Harrie I am not crusader yet.  The concept is quite simple, write a flash fiction story (in any format) in 100 words or less, excluding the title. Begin the story with the words, “The goldfish bowl teetered” These four words will be included in the word count.

I am posting my entry here, Just have a look at it and let me know how you feel about it.

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The goldfish bowl teetered at the edge, as I was watching, helplessly.

I am in pain, intense pain, thanks to the gunmen My body is now torn apart and any moment now could be my last. Everything around me is still as stone and I wanted to shout to swat team to save the bowl, but the voice isn’t coming.

I am uncertain, if I would be loved after all, if I will be shown pity and sympathy. I wonder if I will be given proper burial and can't imagine how my last photograph would be. I am terror.

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Also let me know what you think about the character in the story. I am a newbie and I just wanna check if I conveyed my message well!! Ha Ha!!

Let me remind you all, becoming crusader is easy and helps everyone out a lot. Concept of crusaders is simple, a hell lot of writers & bloggers support each other by connecting with each other , making comments, participating in blog fests and other contests, and helping to promote their new friends. And ofcourse, you can find lot of help if you are a writer.

Don't forget to read similar posts here. 

• 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

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My Dad's Job

Hello everyone,

I just missed the hone your skills blogfest's deadline. I was actually little busy all day yesterday and couldn't complete this post. Ha, can't help now!! I am posting the entry here anyway!! Just have fun!!

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"Hello Mr. Richards, How do you do?" inquired Ms. Maria, class teacher of my seven year old.

"Hello Ms. Maria, Everything is pretty good, of late. How do you do?" responded I, with my ever ready 70mm smile.

"By his grace, everything is fine. I would like to speak with you about your son, regarding his assignment the other day"

"Oh!! Hope, he is not troubling you! By the way, how are his grades doing?"
"Nothing serious, we were all amazed when he wrote this" saying which, she handed over his assignment

After reading the assignment, I excused myself very awkwardly and started to my home. I wanted an explanation for this.

I remember that day very well, I was little upset about my banking service and shouted over my mobile with my banker

"Dad, May I ask you something?" He approached with timidness in him. I was awestruck. My son, afraid of me?
"Ha, John, come to dadda, what do you want? A chocolate?" I spoke, handing him a chocolate.
John, changed back to the same, naughty devil, which he always is. Forgot to say thanks. He fought with me to take the chocolate into his hands and started savoring it. I just noticed, the pad and the paper he brought with him.
"So what does John want?"
"Dad, my teacher asked me what you do?"
"Okay! Now what does dad do?"
"Mom says, you are good man and you feed the doggie. You play with me and give me chocolates" Said John, biting deeper into the Chocolate. My goodness, My son doesn't know anything about how great his dad is. Ha!!!
"Okay, I live for charity. Is that answer okay for you John?"
"No, I need fibe read five sentences furl read for my assignment"

"Oh, Assignment?? *nods* So John, I will tell you story, My story! Come to me I pulled him near when I was small, like you, I didn't know what to do. As I grew up, I was a bad boy. I always wanted chocolates and cried a lot! You are good boy right? just a nod, its due to chocolate As I kept on growing up, I didn't know what I want to become, I had to choose a career. People like to categorize everyone into engineers / doctors / masons .. and put them into boxes. I didn't like them, I was special, out of box.

I grew up into big fat stupid looking guy. I decided I want to become a prince. So I worked hard, learnt lot of skills and started loving people around. I decided I will set up a charity organization and live for it. So I set up a organization called WhiteBeard, where me, mom and many other people work and make lives of people happy. We help those who are in need.

We play a lot, we talk a lot, we help each other a lot and live like a family. They are all my sons and daughters!! We do disaster management stuff, we take care of lost doggies, we send donations to lot of people all around the world. Grap used to say, I waste all money, but I am happy this way."

"Dad, I want another chocolate, It is for Ben"
"Who is Ben? I didn't meet him till now??"
"Ben is my imaginary friend. His mom is asking him to do his homework now. Once he comes to play with me, I will give the chocolate"
"Oh!! first complete your chocolate. Take these two, share them with Ben" I told, handing him another two chocolates.

And why on the good dammed earth, did my son write "My dad probably had no home, he said he lived out of box. Dad's English is bad and calls home as box. My dad wasted all his money as per Grap and lives on charity. He has lot of sons and daughters whom I never meet! He feeds the doggie because he has nothing else to do."

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Hope you loved the same. Just go through other funny stories like these and let me know how you feel about them all. 

• Broken heart
• Flash Fiction from TerribleMinds.com
• Birthday Compfest
• March BlogChain
• Series of Unfortunate events
• A2A flash fiction challenge
• Delusional Doom Blogfest 
• Nature of Love Blogfest 

with warm regards
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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:

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"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.

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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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