Time matters

I planned to get in the top 5 list of themethursday. So wrote down something early on wednesday. When it is 12.30pm at here in my country, it is 12 am at America. So i can post my link in linky list on thursday noon for the competition that is held on thursday. But today i did't get to be one among the top in linky list . I got up now... 12.28pm here:).  I now have an American night with thursday in calender... But the linky list came up early .

wednesday one stop poetry.

Here is my attempt...

140 Character micro, thanks to Susan at Stony River

Mine for this week goes here

Short Stories

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Kings Prayer...

The previous month

I prayed to the almighty,

To bless my people,

With food, wealth and pleasure in abundance.

Keep my kingdom rich and large,

Without my people working for that.

With every wish granted and every soul satisfied,

Let me hear no more complaints.

The plead was heard,

And blessings were there,

In more abundance than demand....

The unexpected happened!.

Today I pray, 'O My lord,

Keep my kingdom rich and large,

And give my people what they wish,

Only when they work for that!'

This time too the prayer was heard,

And laziness fled from the kingdom forever...

Here is my first attempt. This is my entry for this week's prompt of "Abundant" in Velvet Verbosity's 100-Word Challenge, generously hosted here by LouCeel.

The Foreigner.

'I feel something fishy in here. Its not just a feeling, I can smell that, something fishy in here.' Thought the old man, entering the room. He was the owner of this room, actually many rooms that are similar to this and packed together in the form of a lodge!. He earn from lending them to people. Two days back this room was taken by a foreigner. A six feet tall handsome guy with a peculiar accent.

         He left early in the morning after paying the bill and giving a warm hug to the old man. 'May be that was their style. What a gentle man. He never left his room for the two days he stayed and never made a trouble or complaint. ' Old man told himself, that time.

                                Now he was here to clean the room and keep everything back in position. Everyday Irene, the young lady did these things for a payment proportional to the rooms she attended that day. The old man paid her noting down the room numbers. He added that to the bill. Today she didn't show up. Last day she left without taking the payment. Infact she didn't show up for that. Poor thing, thought the old man. He suspected her for not finding him at the reception. He had an emergency call from his home at about 8pm. Jenny the old lady slipped in bathroom. On reaching home in 5minutes he send his grandson for completing the day's work at lodge and asked him to ensure that the guard was in place. 'What a poor timing. I feel pity for Irene. The slender thing didn't wait much' mumbled the old man.

                                He went inside and started cleaning. What he found beneath the bed left him puzzled. A heap of cushion!. Alarmed he pulled the cotton sheet covering the bed.
Now he had an answer for many questions,
THE SOURCE OF CUSHION,
THE FISHY SMELL, AND
MISSING IRENE!!!
He fainted...

This story is in response to the picture prompt offered by Willow at Magpie Tales. This is my first time in this... Hope you will find it interesting and thanks for stopping by:)

55-Memory of snake

I have no eyes, no limb; but a good memory.
This man had beaten me underneath his bed. Thrown me out mistaking my death!.
I am waiting to give a kiss ,
Here at the way, he walk everyday.
Here he comes, my sense alerts,
And here I goes to wish him death,...



This is my first friday flash 55 attempt.Hope you find it interesting :) .
This weekly meme is brought to you by G-Man, over at Mr. Know it All. The object is to write a story or prose in exactly 55 words.

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