Tring! Tring!
The alarm clock kept ringing incessantly. I was still feeling drowsy and didn’t want to wake up. Just then, someone knocked on the door.
“Come in,” I shouted, irritated.
To my utter surprise, Suppandi entered! Can you believe it? Yes, that character from TINKLE comics. He was in MY room, smiling at me like a fool. I sat up with a jolt.
Once upon a time, there was a boy named Krishiv. He had a personality of tenderness, happiness, and anger. But nobody wanted to become his friend, because nobody thought he was cool. He felt really sad.
Once upon a twinkling, there lived a beautiful girl named Moonlight. Despite her beauty and the fact that she was born with a golden spoon in her hand, she never had the vice of greed.
Citizens of the whole space adored her, but the seven stars? Nope, not a chance! They were not as kind. They couldn’t even look at her without their judgy eyes.
Under the luminous glow of the midnight moon, Amy crept into the library, her eyes searching for something to spark her adventurous spirit. It had been too long since she’d been on a quest, and the library, where her last adventure had ended, seemed the perfect place to rebuild that confidence.
“Okay, time to go,” I murmur to myself, exiting the classroom. Rain pounds against the windows, and thunder taunts me from outside. I already know it’s hopeless, but I pull out my phone to check for a signal anyway.
Except – my phone isn’t there.
“What?” I curse. “I swear I kept it in here.”
There was a time when terrorism was at its peak in the state of Punjab. One frequently heard about incidents of firing and kidnapping across the state. These incidents were more rampant in certain areas.
One day, a family was visiting one such region in Punjab. A couple and their two sons, aged 12 and 16, were traveling to meet their grandparents. They arrived safely and were grateful that nothing bad had happened during their journey. They spent their holidays relaxing in the quaint town with their large family.
I was having a normal day, swimming peacefully in the pond, until a breadcrumb hit me on the bill. And then another. It was like a hailstorm! But with breadcrumbs. I quickly turned and gobbled as many as I could.
Then, I spotted my archenemy – Peter the Rabbit – dashing around a tree. Every time I waddle to the pond, he shakes the tree I pass under, making acorns rain down on my head.
Continue reading A Duck’s Disaster – Breadcrumbs, Quakes, and a Broken Home
Amara thought she was alone in the school library when she heard a soft thud behind her. Turning around, she saw her classmate, Rahul, searching for a book on the bookshelf, and accidentally, he dropped his notebook over there. Sensing Amara’s gaze, he made a sorry sign, thinking she got disturbed by his presence. But for Amara, it was the best sight, as he was her crush, a one-sided love. She was constantly seeing his movements, without sensing that he had approached near her to sit on a chair next to Amara’s. She felt her cheeks blushing and an adrenaline rush. She couldn’t focus on her notebook anymore, so she decided to use this opportunity and started a conversation with him.
Continue reading Write-A-Thon Season 4 Story – Team 4 (Adults)
Amara thought she was alone in the school library when she heard a soft thud behind her. Turning around, she saw an old woman shrouded with wrinkles. Amara was taken aback. The woman’s ornate floor length gown and cape suggested that she was from ancient times. She also bore a striking resemblance to Amara.
“Who…are you? And how did you appear out of thin air?” Amara’s voice was shaky.
Continue reading Write-A-Thon Season 4 Story – Team 3 (Adults)
The countryside was a vivid place. Old-fashioned folk resided in the bustling sectors of the city, amidst which was the cottage of Agatha, a well-known woman among the common citizenry. She wore a tight bun around her head as she intertwined her wrinkled hands around the complex piece of wool. The firelight shimmered on her face, presenting shining white hair that held underneath a variety of loops and curls. Her granddaughter Diana lay in a deep sleep in her lap. Agatha caressed her beautiful young face, remembering a time of her own. As she finished her knit, a bright vermillion cardigan perfect for the subfusc winters, she lay down in a curved position next to her granddaughter.
