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The Dentist

Not a single patient had visited the clinic since morning. clunk... clunk... clunk... She lazily struck the scalpel on the tray as she waited for the doorbell to ring. She had always wanted to be a dentist and own a little clinic in the suburbs just like her father. clunk... clunk... clunk.... But no one had told her that it would be so boring.
    She looked up at him and announced.
    "Daddy, I don't want to be a dentist. I want to be a princess!"
    He patted her on the head. "Whatever you wish, dear. Whatever you wish"
Suggestions and creative criticisms are highly welcome.
Friday Fictioneers is a weekly picture prompt that challenges bloggers to get creative in the 100 word limit. The photo this week was contributed by Ted Strutz. You may read the entries at Rochelle's Blog and maybe also add your own.

Two Inch Tales

TL;DR Version Two inch tales are extremely small vignettes or stories, not exceeding a couple hundred words.

Long Version     Years ago, when I was still a little child (I’m talking about junior college) I found a blog named “Two a day and more” and it blew my mind. Every single story oozed of creativity and eloquence. Stories ranged from the utterly sweet to the horrifyingly macabre. The stories were vastly different, but there was an underlying charm that bound them all together. I was hooked.
    The blog belonged to someone who went by the pen name of “RustyNeurons”. I knew nothing more about her than that she worked in Bangalore and wrote magnificently. Going by the stories, and her comments, she must not have been much older than what I am today.
    When I had discovered the blog, it was already a few years old. She was already posting less frequently. A few months later, she stopped posting new stories altogether. I was very sad. I would reread her old stories whenever I go…

Liebster-Shiebster Haayo Rabbaa

A few days back I got a comment from Priya of Pencil Stripes informing me that she was awarding me the Liebster award. It sounded so... German that I googled it right away. It's an award of appreciation and camaraderie that fellow bloggers award to those whom they find deserving of it. I felt really honored and humbled at the same time.
    I'm really thankful to Priya for awarding me the Liebster. I'd also like to congratulate her on receiving the Liebster herself. Despite being a busy mother, she finds time to write some really interesting and fresh stories. I hope she continues penning great stories in the future too.

The Liebster Award Official Rules:     If you have been nominated for The Liebster Award AND YOU CHOOSE TO ACCEPT IT, write a blog post about the Liebster award in which you:
Thank the person who nominated you, and post a link to their blog on your blog.Display the award on your blog — by including it in your post and/or displaying it using a “widget” …

Of a Prolific Sketcher

The big red drawing book slapped through air and fell flat onto the table. It was visibly embarrassed by the way it had landed with its pages fluttering through the air during the fall. When the pages had finally settled down, the book looked around. It saw the red-black pencil and a half worn eraser - grey with overuse - on the table besides it.
    "Hi guys," the drawing book said consciously.
    The pencil and the eraser greeted him back. The three of them had worked regularly for days, but this was the first time he was meeting them. There was nothing extraordinary about the two. They hardly looked like the tools of an artist.
    He asked them, "Don't mind guys, but I'm just curious. Doesn't our artist have any more pencils or tools?"
    The two of them looked at each other and laughed.
    "I wouldn't actually call him an artist," the eraser said.
    "He's more of a... prolific sketcher," added the pencil.
    &…

Dissent (II) : Whispering Wires

Read the first part of this story here: Dissent(I) : Vanguard     Jotteau woke up startled by the sudden explosion of sound in his headphones.
    “Sorry. I did not mean to alarm you,” she spoke softly. “It’s Khristeer’s connekt.”
    “Did you verify?” he asked getting up and rubbing his ears.
    “I’ve verified it. It’s secure,” came the voice of the device, Julia, as he called it.
    “Accept the connekt,” Jotteau said and Khristeer’s hologram appeared on the mobile’s screen.
    “Hi, Jotteau,” said Khristeer’s hologram.
    “Hi, Khristeer. What happened?”
    “Are you alone?”
    He looked at Leia - his cat - lazily clawing at the bedsheets and back at the screen.“Yes”
    “Turned off the device intelligence?”
    “Goodbye dear.” He made a gesture and turned off Julia temporarily. “Yes,” he said to Khristeer.
    “Okay. We will all start leaving at 6:30. Too early and they’ll suspect something. The codeword for tomorrow would be ‘Paxton’.” He stressed on the last word.
    “Alrig…

Dissent(I) : Vanguard

Jotteau put on the headphones, turned up the volume, put his feet on the messy table and laid back in the chair, listlessly petting his fluffy grey cat, Leia, trying to grasp the fact that it was the last day of his life as a normal teenager.
    The soothing image of Lake Ibirthina reminded him of his childhood at his grandparents'. Very little had remained after the Galactic Empire had marched on Ibirthe. Qaetha would soon be next.
    He had promised to be at the vanguard with Khristeer, but Jotteau did not have his resolve. He would miss his parents, his friends, his life. He felt an uneasy void in his stomach, asking him to stay back. But he knew that the sacrifice had to be done. You can read the second part of this story here : Dissent(II) : Whispering Wires
This story is about a cusp in the protagonist's life. Change is certain in life. It's about how we embrace it, for you change with it too.
This post is a part of Friday Fictioneers. Every week, bloggers from a…

Superhero Me

The first thought in my mind when I read the prompt - very frankly - was, 'How stupid is this! They are forcing me to write a non-fiction post again!', but then I decided to roll with it. I'm not so good with essays, so I took this as a challenge.
    So which superpower would be cool enough to offset the embarrassment of wearing a tight spandex suit in public? Not to mention wearing my underclothing over the ludicrously cramped suit? I made a mental list of all the cool superpowers: super-intelligence, super-strength, amazing reflexes, laser-eyes, telekinesis, mind control, flexibility, temporal manipulation, etc..
    It was clear that I was not going to be able to evaluate every super power with my current level of super-dumbity™; it would be time-consuming, tedious, and not to mention, utterly useless (No offence to those who do). Instead, I grouped the superpowers into two broad categories : the ones that offer more control over oneself (power, intelligence, agil…