The Danger Sign – Scene 4

The Danger Sign – Scene 4

*Flashback continues*

It was dark. I couldn’t see. I don’t remember also. But I didn’t know the man, I think. I didn’t even see his face clearly, I could only see an orange spot like light coming from a strange thing in his hand…. It shone bright in the dark, and it took me a while to realise that that orange light was something on fire. It was a burning stick which was the source of the very uncanny abusive white fog like cloud smoke, which I had followed.

Yes, I was so young at that time, I didn’t even know what a cigarette was. Or maybe I had never seen it before in real life. Naive. Innocent.

There I was. In the dark. Scared. Alone. Crying. In some stranger’s place….

The man signalled me to be quiet. I began crying aloud. He again signalled threatening to slap me if I didn’t shush down. It scared me even more and I cried even louder.

The man lost control and temper and maybe his senses too. Or maybe he was already high on the tobacco or nicotine or whatever nasty thing that burning stick holds….

He might have been drunk too, how was a little kid supposed to know?


Links for previous scenes:
Scene 1
Scene 2
Scene 3

Scene 5 – Coming Soon…

The Danger Sign – Scene 3

The Danger Sign – Scene 3

*12 years ago*

It was a cold winter night. I couldn’t sleep as we were staying at a family friend’s place. I decided to check out the house. I shouldn’t have.
On the way to the terrace, I noticed something fog like, approaching towards me.
I followed the white cloud to see where it was coming from; wanted to catch it.

There he was. That man, standing beside the stairwell entrance.
As I went closer, I began coughing. And crying too, was just a kid after all.
A stupid little kid.

The man saw me, watching him. 


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Scene 1
Scene 2

Scene 4 – Coming Soon…

The Danger Sign – Scene 2

The Danger Sign – Scene 2

I took a step back. My mouth opened a bit in shock and horror. Frozen. The memories began to flash in front of my eyes. Ugly, evil memories which remain etched on me like invisible scars.

Unknowingly, I kept moving backwards until there wasn’t any space left. I turned around to find a mirror blocking my way. Hoping to see my reflection, I tried to clear it with my hand, but I could only see a blurred image of a familiar, scared little girl who seemed lost.


This is in continuation to a 50 word story ‘The Danger Sign’ (Ash Tray) written by me earlier. Find it here. (yup, that would be scene 1)

Scene 3 – Coming Soon…

50 Word Stories

The Room

The doors were locked. The lights shut. Even the clock stopped clicking. Still, here I am, lying in my bed, staring into the never ending darkness of this room; whose every belonging shouts out her name and takes the life out of my already dead soul. Every time. All. The. Time.

(Prompt: Not enough sleep)

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Danger Sign

“Wanna go to my place?” he asked abruptly. “Sure.” I blurted. And in no time, we were rushing to his apartment, two blocks away from college.

A peculiar smelling room, everything out of place.

And then I saw it. Staring back at me.

Most dreaded danger sign.

The Ash Tray.

(Prompt: Ash Tray)

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Anything For You

“Honey! You know I don’t like this salad! Why did you order it?”

“Babe, it’s good for you. The doc said so. Remember?”

“Yeah…. fine. Just ’cause you’re saying. But on one condition.”

“What?”

“Take these ugly green beans away pleeease. They taste funny.”

“Haha. Done.”

“So sweet!”

He smiled.

(Prompt: Green Beans)

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My first attempt at writing any kind of fiction or story!
Liked it? Hated it? Lemme know. 🙂
This is for The 50-Word Story Challenge.
Thanks for reading. ❤