Jailed for life.
Freedom at last.
A six word short story… it’s been a while.
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What I Learnt from Fast & Furious
Sometimes you learn some great lessons when you’re least expecting them. I was watching Furious 6, and this particular dialogue hit me hard. Not only the truth in it, but also the conviction with which the character delivers it.
That’s when I realized; in all my stories so far, I have never been able to create a character so strong and powerful as this one. It’s one of the things that make a character stand out, and be remembered. It’s the self-belief, the conviction, and – to an extent – arrogance that defines a character.
Between a character like this and a character that remains silent in that exact situation, I’d always prefer this one.
That’s a writing lesson I’d never forget; for a character to linger, she must display powerful attitude.
What say you guys? Any other lessons from movies?
It’s the Time, to –
I have had enough.
Enough of peer, and enough of pressure.
More than enough of awareness.
And also of social conformity.
It’s the time, to step down
From the pedestal, and accept
the harsh truth. For acceptance,
is the first step to recovery —
or so they say.
But —
I have had enough.
Of pointing fingers, and
of ‘sharing’ responsibilities
I respect family — they adore tradition.
It was my duty, they said
To care, and cure — and nurture
The future of our country.
Why should I make a home —
When my richer counterparts
party? After all —
We are all 19.
It’s the time, to make a stand
To step up — and step out
To a future of my choice.
Of Being Alone
Enough said!
Accidental Bestseller
His book was on the best sellers list and it was the worst possible thing that could have happened. – Today’s Author
He had never expected to send that draft to print; it was his first novel, and it was meant to remain unpublished.
Despite the people who appreciated the work, he knew it fell short somewhere. After countless scrutinizing drafts later, he had decided to put it off for sometime.
Then came the flourishing era.
He wrote another book, published it, and from there, his path was paved with success.
Throughout the years, the first novel remained a draft, collecting dust in his drawer. He never made an effort to revive it.
His family tried to coerce him into getting it published but he wouldn’t budge. He had convinced himself that his first book wasn’t meant for public readership.
Then it happened.
One bright Sunday, he left home for his morning walk, never to return.
Floating in mid-air, he gaped longingly at the shelves. After what seemed like hours, a young girl picked up a copy and flipped it to read the synopsis.
He read it over her shoulder.
“The critically acclaimed first work of the great novelist Bradly Wilson, published posthumously by his loving family.”
“This is his greatest contribution to the literary world. Pity he never got to see it in print.” — The New York Times.
“He was always like that; he gave away a lot without trumpeting it” — Mrs. Wilson.
