Our Steps – Two Minutes Short Film
At times, writing just doesn’t seem enough.
I need to get out there with my camera and capture the sights and sounds.
There’s so much going on inside me that it feels like a time bomb ticking way.
Join me as I walk and walk and walk on the streets of Bangalore.
Looking for some great shots and angles.
The story? That’s already alive in my head.
Keep On Reading!Ruby Red Dreams by Terveen Gill — Gobblers / Masticadores – Flash Fiction
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Introverts often live in the shadows of their thoughts, keeping to themselves, satisfied with their solitude.
A young woman has a name that sparkles but can she live up to its luster?
What happens when she tries to step out of her comfort zone?
Read ahead and click the blue link to enjoy the story. Cheers!
Keep On Reading!Two Spoons Missing – Flash Fiction Story
Norman held the jar in front of the window. The brown granules shifted as the man tilted and turned the glass container, squinting as if the sunlight were piercing his eyes instead of the half empty coffee jar. He then pressed his thumb against the side and noted a point just beneath the tip of his nail.
‘I knew it. Two spoons missing.’
Keep On Reading!Absolutely Nothing by Terveen Gill — Gobblers / Masticadores – Flash Fiction
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Have you ever felt that your life isn’t what you really wanted it to be?
Has it been a constant battle where you were never declared victorious?
Will it ever get any better or is it simply a vicious cycle?
Did you really gain anything from your internal and external struggles?
Read ahead and click the blue link to discover an honest perspective. Cheers!
Keep On Reading!The Face Licker – Flash Fiction Story
Ava is a face licker. This isn’t some extravagant term that carries some double meaning. The eight-year-old licks faces and that’s the tall and short of it. She may have been born with the annoying habit, but her mother can’t vouch for it. At the age of two, the brown-haired girl started with her mother’s cheeks and her father’s forehead. It was an infrequent act that escalated into an hourly undertaking.
Keep On Reading!The Road Trip by Terveen Gill — Gobblers / Masticadores (Flash Fiction)
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A couple decide to take a road trip. They have everything planned.
It’s a journey that would end in love and commitment.
But the two have no idea what they’re getting into.
Their moods wind and swerve with the open road. The ending is unexpected.
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Keep On Reading!Funeral Gathering by Terveen Gill — Gobblers / Masticadores
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A man is more concerned with his death than life.
He spends years preparing for the gathering at his funeral.
But an ironic twist catapults his plans. It’s a funeral he never could have expected.
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Keep On Reading!Emoji Killer by Terveen Gill — Gobblers / Masticadores
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Have you ever had the emoji blues? Not sure which emoji goes where…
It may seem inconsequential. But not if you live with a child or teenager.
They know more than you and will not overlook your emoji mishandling.
In this story, a mother and daughter come to a shaky emoji understanding.
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Keep On Reading!Disco Lights by Terveen Gill — Gobblers / Masticadores
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A girl’s wish of visiting a disco remains a distant dream.
She is tormented by the one who should protect her.
But fate takes an unexpected twist.
Music and lights accompany a sad but necessary ending.
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Keep On Reading!The Songbird Relic – Flash Fiction Story
Siffar knew she had lived beyond her years. Those whom she knew, loved, and hated had moved on. Where to? This wasn’t her burden. She was already bent over beneath the weight of time and the tiresome length of her years. One hundred two wasn’t a small number. But she had lost count after ninety.
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