Hunger ( my attempt at 55F )

There lies a pile of wreckage of what I called, home, until a few days ago. "Where do I find you?" I ask myself. I frantically search through souveniers of our life, crumpled in the quake. The hunger pangs strike again. I search, frantic- and, I find you.

And I tear at your flesh.


P.S : About 55 Fiction

A literary work will be considered 55 Fiction if it has:

  • Fifty-five words or less (A non-negotiable rule)
  • A setting,
  • One or more characters,
  • Some conflict, and
  • A resolution. (Not limited to moral of the story)


Oh wow!

See, I knew you could do this! Great stuff. Loved it.

@ soumya
thank you :)

hehe..i told ya i wont be good at it..n i dint like it at all :P anywz, let it be!!

Chilling! but umm hoest!

So much expressed in so lil!


Woah! 55 er s are in!

And How!

From humour, to poetry, to romance, to laughs at the cricket crease [hitchwriters:)], and now to the grotesque, almost:)

Amazing stuff, Sash...:)

Hats off!

Hunger? Uncertainties? Longing!

They all find newer depths with each of your writes :)

thanks so much dear :)

@usha mema
all credit goes to soumya for forcing a 55f outta me :P
thanks so much for the constant redemption of my writes!! :)

@ Prabhu
you know how to make me smile :) thank you!!

Hmm...uh...But great work in 55words!