Missing pages of a diary

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It was raining. She was preparing samosas in the kitchen. Her husband was watching cricket sipping a cup of tea. Her son ran hurriedly and took out her diary from the old rack and tore some pages. Some of her life secrets and memories are now floating away as paperboats. Wish those were bitter pages.

Hope and dreams - 55 words

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The boats of hope filled with passengers called dreams sail towards their destination. But, the destiny is always unknown. The strong currents of fate have their role to play. They help some boats reach their destination, that is, the shore of ‘Reality’, while some boats are forced to land up in the shore of ‘Illusions’.

P.s. Since we are the ones who row the boats, some part of destiny lies in our hands too!

Someone asked God “If everything is already written in destiny, then why should we wish for something?” God smiled and said, Maybe in few places I have written ”As you wish!!"--Unknown

Fallen feather (55 fiction)

Fallen feather feels very low. It was once a part of a wing that helped the bird to fly. But now, it wishes it could die as it feels worthless, it sees no life’s purpose. Then came a poet, picked the fallen feather into his hands, gave it a new life, made it his pen.

another ending...

Fallen feather feels very low. It was once a part of a wing that helped the bird to fly. But now, it wishes it could die as it feels worthless, it sees no life’s purpose. Then came an artist, picked the fallen feather from the barren ground and added it to his new paintbrush set.

yet another ending...

Fallen feather feels very low. It was once a part of a wing that helped the bird to fly. But now, it wishes it could die as it feels worthless, it sees no life’s purpose. Then came a designer, picked up the fallen feather, added it to his creation which would have been otherwise incomplete.

yet another another ending (Suggested by Himandri Singha)

Fallen feather feels very low. It was once a part of a wing that helped the bird to fly. But now, it wishes it could die as it feels worthless, it sees no life’s purpose. Then came a player, picked up the fallen feather into his hands, glued it to the shuttlecock and played badminton.

Another version of fallen feather by Viveksheel Here

An artist can see beauty in ordinary things because he explores this world not just through his eyes but also through his heart. 

Love letter - 55 fiction

Her heart and eyes smiled whenever she read his old love letter. The fragrance of his words spread all over her heart. Sadly, one day all that fragrance evaporated. When she read another letter from a book borrowed from her best friend. It contained same words. Those words however beautiful mean nothing to her now.

College memory - 55 words (not fiction)

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“Both! Come here! Get your observations signed!” sir called us. “Where is your place? Why aren’t you doing experiment with your batch?” he asked “I went there to borrow pencil Sir” I replied while he was correcting. Amused when I saw ‘Not doing the experiment!’ remark along with his sign. “Schools were better!” I thought.

P.s. I don't write prose often, this is my first attempt on writing a story in 55 words. Your suggestions or feedback are most welcome ☺