The Magical Mirror

The magical mirror in Samaira’s room heard her laughing alone…

It said : Hey, Samaira..!

Angry Samaira shouted : You stupid mirror…! Don’t talk to me… You never appreciate me… You always said, I lost something and I need to find it to look more pretty…

Mirror : Yes…

Samaira : You know what, I lost everything… But, I’m happy now.. I enjoy my own company…

Mirror : Dear, I always wanted to say that you’ve lost yourself in finding others… But, I’m happy that you’ve found yourself now… Don’t hate me…Please…!

She hugged the mirror.. and apologize for being rude..

©®Sana Mahin, 2018…


Masters of writing flash fiction challenge
I’m participating again in this wonderful challenge.. This week’s theme was “lost”… And like always it is limited to 100 words…
My story is inspired my the story of “Snow white”.. I genuinely feel that today’s snow white is lost and she needs a mirror which shows her the reality…
Believe me finding yourself is the best feeling in the world…

Thank you for reading…

Sana Mahin..

Lost Bestie, a Short story

Stressed Shayra was lying on her bed..

Her heart whispered : Why don’t you talk to Nidhi.?? She will understand your problem..Surely, she will help you.. After all, She is your best friend..

Shayra : But, we aren’t close now..

All of a sudden, her phone rang and it flashed nidhi’s name….

Shayra : Hey ! What’s up…?? I was just thinking about you….

Nidhi : I just saw a missed call from your heart…

Shayra : I need your help…

∗Phone hanged up ∗

A silent tear of helplessness was about to drop from her eyes…and then she heard her door bell rang…

It was Nidhi….

©®Sana Mahin, 2018..


Masters of writing flash fiction challenge

I’m participating again in this wonderful challenge ….This week the theme was “Friendship”.. And you know what, this week I’ve experienced very beautiful things about friendship…So, it was quite easy for me to decide the background of the story… Again it is 99 words..!

In my real life, I was sometimes at the place of Shayra and sometimes Nidhi… My friends helped me always…And I’m very thankful to all those friends…I’m blessed to have you in my life..

Thank you so much for reading…!

Sana Mahin…

My Witchy Boss, a horror story…

 

    Masters of writing Flash Fiction Challenge    

I’m very glad to announce that I’m participating in this challenge… It is a weekly challenge… The theme was horror and the story must be in 100 words… So, My story is exactly 100 words..!


MY WITCHY BOSS

After having a terrible fight with boss, I was returning home at night. To my misfortune, my car stopped, a mile away from my house… I walked down the street… I reached my home and it seemed very dark and silent.. After a not-so-good day, I couldn’t bear a power-cut..!!

I loosened my hair out of frustration and murmured, “Why don’t my boss die soon…!”

Suddenly, I felt someone plucking my hair wildly and dragging me away from my home… I began screaming and clung tightly to the letter box outside the gate…

She shouted loudly…. ” Who said I’m alive….?? ”

©®Sana Mahin, 2018..


Hey…how was the story…?

This is my first time I’ve written a horror story and I really enjoyed writing it… Thanks to Pia Majmudar for encouraging me to write this… The idea of plucking hair is from my wildest dream….

So, the moral of the story is never mess with your boss….who knows she might not be alive…..sssshhh…. Just scaring…!! Hahaha…

Thank you so much for reading..!

Sana Mahin…

What made her THIEF?

The school bell rang at 12, noon and the teacher entered in the class…All the children were very excited as it was Saturday and they have their favorite story period…Everyone was hoping with joy…But, what happened to Asma? She wasn’t excited..She looked dull, was she sad?…or afraid?

Her sparkling eyes was blinking more, her silky hair was not waving, her tiny legs were trembling with fear, her cute face was sweating more….She clung tightly to her little bag as she was hiding something in it…

She had stolen something….something from her home, something from her father’s desk…She was very innocent..She didn’t want to steal but she did….Because she has listened something terrible, something very scary, something she couldn’t bear…

Time passed and she didn’t remember how she was on her sofa, at her home with books in her hand….She didn’t bother about it as her mind was absent….Suddenly she felt warm hands closing her eyes from behind…At once, she identified her dad…!She jumped into his lap and her eyes were asking help to complete her homework…She began to forgot everything, all her anxiety vanished…

He took her bag and he was shocked and confused to find some cigarette boxes in it…He asked her…”Asma, why did you kept this boxes with you and where did you find it? She burst out in tears and her voice trembled as she said “It will make you ill, dad, It will make you ill…I want you…I don’t want you to be ill”

Her words pierced in her father’s heart like a knife, he hugged her and threw all the cigarettes in dustbin and promised her that he’ll never smoke again…

©Sana Mahin,2018.


I think there is no need to tell the adverse affects of smoking on health. Smoking not only effects your own health but it has dangerous effects on the infants and elderly persons nearby…And it has more dangerous effects on the mental health of your family…I know we have to die somehow one day, but it’s not about dying it’s about how we live…

So….smoking physically, biologically, psychologically, emotionally effects you and your family….Please quit smoking…I repeat please…!

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Picture credit : Google images.


 

 

An amazing Funeral, a short story

It was a quiet,dull Sunday morning, laziness was spread everywhere as the clouds covered the shining sun. Sourabh was enjoying his morning coffee lying on a resting chair, listening to his heartbeats…The sudden rings from the phone irritated him and he unwillingly picked it up.

Few seconds later, he became numb, as if he listened something terrible…His fingers lose control breaking the mug and spreading the coffee on the floor….His shoulders were shaking in grief..He heard that his elder brother, Shubham has passed away that morning, and he was called to attend the funeral ceremony….They hadn’t been talking to each other since last three years after their conflict over their ancestral home….The conflict had been solved but it created a gap between them..He always wanted to talk to him but he didn’t make any effort….

His limbs was heavy as much as his mind and just moving was a slow, painful effort. His eyeballs hung heavy in their sockets…He sank to his knees on the floor and a stream of tears began to rolled down his eyes..

His soul was deeply regretting…For him there was no beauty left in the world..The sun shone in the sky but not for him, the birds bursts in melody but not for him…

He somehow managed to attend the funeral to pay his last gratitude. But he didn’t find anyone there, everything was so quiet and strange…He hesitantly entered the house, there was pin drop silence everywhere…He slowly entered the living room and saw his brother standing in the middle of the room, stretching his arms towards him. He couldn’t believe his eyes, he ran fast towards him and then slowed down to a snail’s pace…..

He hesitantly touched him and he could feel him….it means..he was alive….He cling to his brother tightly and they gave each other a long hug, each one regretting and apologizing for all their mistakes…The room was boomed with the echo of their gasping wails…..They together buried their ego forever….

The curtains were dancing in joy, the cracks in the walls began healing so as their relation….the flowers were blooming in the garden, the nature was rejoiced at this amazing funeral…..

Sana Mahin


                        “If you are angry with someone and not talking to them and if they die tomorrow they are high chances that you are going to attend their funeral and regret not meeting them when they were alive….then talk today, meet today, kill your ego and you’ll feel definitely happy”

                                           –Sana Mahin