Short story on escape
She insists that I should attend the door. The calling-bell buzzes for the sixth time after we come back from the sleep.
With a sigh I rise. Come downstairs. The door needs a coat of paint is all I could think. Life needs a repainting job.
Opening the door I saw myself standing with right hand ready to press the switch once more.
I fall down. Heart stops.
=© 2009-Copyright reserved Kushal Poddar (reprinting is absolutely prohibited, without permission)
I dream a dream
I dream that you are dreaming about me. So I call you in the dream. Whose dream is it? anyway I ask you to meet me tomorrow at the Flury’s. The Park Street outlet. Time is agreed upon at ten in the morning.
You must be dreaming about the pastries I promise; you decline a cheese omelette. Eggs are not your taste.
After coffee I remember the dream. Take a bath; select the cloth; brush the teeth. I am late but by ten past ten Flury’s is standing before me.
So I ask the waiter if you are already waiting.
=© 2009-Copyright reserved Kushal Poddar (reprinting is absolutely prohibited, without permission)
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Comments: 80
Both stories have aspects of a dream-like state. Both have possibilities. You should try to flesh each one out.
to Ku & Michael Denis
:+)
Story 2: The dream within a dream reminds me of The Clown's writing.
Thank you for posting to The Surreal Circus. You are now featured.
to tell you in short
Great writes
Featured in the Triple Name Club.
The second, sharing a dream. Brilliant concept, but who is in control of it?
Very nice!!
I like the dream one, very easy to picture.
come back from the sleep
is rather odd phrasing. We are awakened from sleep,
or even, come from sleep,
would work I think.
English doesn't require 'the' in front of sleep. I am not sure why, perhaps because it is more of a passive action, rather than a noun.
I like the line about who's dream was it.. anyway?
Thanks for posting to my group, Anythingwriting
who broke your heart , man?
It is a short and strange story but i can not wait for part 2...the short story of dreams part 2.
nice ...keep it up !
i didnt know how to reply...you do use strange and big words....i thought it might have been an error............yes we will
on the first story...it would have been kool to see you pushing the buzzer with one hand and a gallon of paint in the other....lol
I bow at your stunning conclusion......
IT IS HERE
and on Michael Denis' birthday...............
Congratulations on being published On Word Salad. I was notified that my poem was up and I checked out the list to see if I knew anyone else there. I found you and another person I know.
10 4 u
Your poetry on the dreaming is remarkable. Opening the door to see your own hand paused to ring.
A dream about a dream! Wonderful.......
...to sleep, to sleep, purchance to dream.
Here is the link to the online version of the magazine.
http://wordsaladpoetrymagazine.com/Haiku/this-editions-poems.html
and here is my new offering:
A walk through a festival
thanks