55 Fiction - Over You

This 55 fiction is written from an inspiration from the song Over You by Daughtry. For those who are new to the 55 fiction concept… it’s a fiction written in no more or less than 55 words.

Over You

She started crying again. For the tenth time today.

She could not believe that it was finally over.

She felt weird and good simultaneously.

She felt independent for a change.

Her whole life seemed colourful again.

She reasoned that it was best for her.

She looked at the book that got her through… Alcohol Anonymous.

Hope you liked it. Drop in a word describing how it is…

P.S The picture used by me in this post is a still from the music video of the same song OverYou-Daughtry.

Asterix and Call of Duty (p3)

This is the third and final part of the story “Asterix and Call of Duty”. I hope you really enjoyed the first two parts. This part is the sequel to “Asterix and Call of Duty (p2)”

Read on…

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She walked out wearing a salwar-kameez. She looked so beautiful and elegant, she sure could’ve easily given the Fashion week models a run for their money. Her silky, lush hair placed carefully behind her ears, showcasing her ever-so-lovely face. Even the handbag that she carried around looked prettier when she …well carried it around. She was perfect in all aspects.

“Dude, before you go, I need to tell you something. She’s my sister. Don’t do anything that’ll make me wanna kill you.” Vikram said, pausing the game.

I guess he saw me staring …and my jaw drop.

“You know me, man. I won’t do anything stupid.”

“Yeah, I do know you. And that’s exactly why I’m telling you this.”

You sure do know me very well.

Asterix and Call of Duty (p2)

This is the second part to the story “Asterix and Call of Duty”. Hope you guys really enjoyed the first part. Without much ado, let me start the second part.

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I was dumbstruck. And I am not only talking about Call of Duty. I was flabbergasted at Mr. Fate’s ways. Out of all the people in the entire five kilometer long complex, he chose my best friend’s sister for me to fall for. What should I do? Tell him? Yes, I should tell him. He’s been my best friend for about four years now. It would be selfish on my part if I didn’t tell him.

“Dude, what’s the matter? You look like you’ve been struck by lightning.”

I wish I were struck by lightning. It would have been so much easier and painless.

“I’ve got to tell you something, buddy.”

Oh My God! This is harder than I thought it would be

“Yeah, shoot.”

I hope you won’t after I tell you

“Okay, the thing is…”

Asterix and Call of Duty

Sometimes when things go wrong we decide that it is the work of one Mr. Fate. Well Mr. Fate is just as cruel as you think. I’ve been screwed over by fate many times but this story is about how when Mr. Fate decides to play with his prey before devouring it

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“This is awesome man! You’ve got to come and check this out!” screamed Vikram through the phone.

He was talking about the new “Call of Duty 2” game that he got recently.

“Dude stop SHOUTING!” I yelled back.

“But you’ve got to see this one man! Come over right now!” he hollered.

“Dude you live miles away and I’m not in a mood to jog. I’ll come over some other time.”

We lived in a complex that was spread out for almost five kilometres and we lived at two ends of the complex. The only method of commute other than jogging was if you had a personal vehicle.

“Shut up and get here fast. Man this is AWESOME! I don’t want to hear anything from you now.” He shouted.

“If you don’t stop howling I won’t be able to hear anything EVER!” I said and hung up.

The problem with being best friends for years is that you can’t say no to anything. But this time I decided that I won’t go for sure.