Vijaya Sundaram

Poet, Musician, Teacher, and Amateur Visual Artist

Sauce

Copyright - Marie Gail Stratford

Genre: Weird Semi-Real Fiction (I just made that up)

Word Count:  100 Words

Sauce

©July 23rd, 2014

By Vijaya Sundaram

What?  I scare you?  Why?  Am I not handsome?  Isn’t this great food?  What’s your problem?

You are the problem,” you say? Have I harmed you?  Okay, I’m from a time far from yours, but that’s no reason to hate me.  You don’t believe me?  Explain this then:  How come I’m answering all your thoughts?  Guesses?  Sigh.  How did I ever emerge from a race like your backward little one?

At least shake hands, then.  Hey!  You’ve strange hands — FIVE fingers?  Check out my two — long, pointed, perfectly carved bone things.  Nice, huh?

Fork!  Don’t go!  Try my hot sauce!

 

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And, as always, thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting Friday Fictioneers, and for providing the prompts each week, and to Marie Gail Stratford for her photograph above.

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Titanic Emergence

PHOTO PROMPT - Copyright - Kelly Sands

Below is my short-story response to Rochelle-Wisoff Field‘s Friday Fictioneers prompt (photograph kindly provided by Kelly Sands).  Thanks Rochelle and Kelly!  If you are interested in reading more stories, click on this cute frog icon here:

  Your curiosity will be well-rewarded with some of the most creative and diverse responses/stories you will read on the web.

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Genre: Mythological Fiction/ Science Fiction

Word Count: 100 words

Titanic Emergence

©July 9th, 2014

By Vijaya Sundaram

No one noticed the clouds that day, because people had been forewarned.

The alarm had sounded all over the globe — even the indigenous peoples in forests and hills and distant islands had been informed.  Nobody ventured out.

When the clouds parted, a beam of light shot through and sucked up the entire planet.

Where the Earth was taken, no one knew.  People’s eyes were shut tight, and they felt … translated.

Later, in a newly formed Universe, a new race emerged.  Twelve people straightened up.  Their heads brushed the edges of space.

“Let it begin again,” said Time.

And it did.

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Help! I’m Covered in Bees! (Friday Fictioneers)

Following one of my favorite bloggers, Helena Hann-Basquiat, I ended up  at a blog I’d never seen before, and was inspired to contribute to Friday Fictioneers time, hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.

This one involves writing a very short story (100 words) that is based on this picture below.  There are many wonderful stories to be found, if you follow the link.

Copyright Jennifer Pendergast

Here it is, exactly one hundred words after the title bits (hyphenated words seem to be counted automatically as one word here):

Help!  He’s Covered in Bees!
(As homage to my very favorite Eddie Izzard)
©By Vijaya Sundaram
July 31st, 2013

A man wearing stiletto boots teetered up to where sweet-smelling clover bloomed.

He was the son of Khloris, the Greek goddess of flowers.  Briefly, he had flirted with the idea of being a mortal.  Now, sickened by a dying earth, he wanted to leave.

He opened his impossibly red-lipped mouth and called up to the Immortals.  A buzzing began.  On the horizon, a dark cloud appeared.

A madly humming horde of bees converged upon him.

A passerby began to scream in horror,  “Help!  He’s covered in bees!”

Waving, the stiletto-ed man rose into the air and disappeared into the clouds.

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