She smiled bitterly at him, tears in her eyes.

Don’t forget to bang the door when you go, he said.

Why?

That’s how people make it final.

Then can you stand at the window and watch me leave?

Why?

As if you still care.

She banged the door. He switched on TV and grinned. Freedom.

The day has come many of you have been waiting for so long. Now you can scroll down to the results and then get back to me to read this long post I have written for you.

Scrolled down? Back now? So I can continue. First of all I want to thank all of you - writers and readers - for participation in this contest. Without you it would not have been the same, I am sure. Like you all know there has been 40 entries and it was very tough to pick up 3 only.

I hope everyone had fun reading all the entries and commenting. Like I said before after few days of commenting I will conduct the poll to finally choose the best short story according to the readers. 6 entries made it to the voting stage. I know initially I said there will be 5 only and that not only comments will count but also stars ratings but when frankly speaking, it does not make much difference if we choose from 5 or 6 entries (only tougher for you). So I took both the short stories which collected the same number commentsinto the poll.

“It’s over Aaron!”

These words resonated in his head as he starred aghast at his screen. Aaron was flummoxed to say the least. To add salt to his wounds, Julia wasn’t even responding to any his replies.

Somewhere else, Julia enters her room.

“Timmy! What the hell are you doing on my computer?”

Slumping in the chair next to the bed, he watched his father and considered Camus: “Maman died today. Or yesterday maybe, I don’t know.”

Such emptiness in those words. Such a lack of anything, he thought.

And yet, they were a luxury.

He stood, turned off the respirator, and considered the calendar on the wall.

“I’m done. Meet ya backstage”, Eric quickly whispered. She flitted as though led by hypnotism

He pecked at her cheek

“You missed!”

Flirty conversation …Making out.. .All was quiet but for the suspiring noise.

“This is a ruddy university not your bedrooms!!”

Naturally panicking Eric said “Somebody call the ambulance. I’m on with the Heimlich maneuver”

Back from the rehab institute, she glanced at it and smiled.
She sank on the couch, ignoring the temptation. A sudden urge took over her. She was drawn towards it.

She uncorked it and took a gulp. She thought she could take more, perhaps with a new organ.
She arranged for an urgent liver transplant.

“Where are you?”
“Almost reached the station”
“Only 15 minutes more” - Anxious voice.

10 minutes: luggage placed inside.

5 minutes: His eyes still searching her.

1 minute:

Expectation..!!
And there She comes.
But train has already vanished to some distant world.
She sat on the bench crying. She has missed it. The last moment!!

Amanda was lying on the postmortem table and her body ripped open. The corpse’s foul odour soaked in ethanol was shearing the intestines devastatingly through the nostrils. The doctors were flummoxed on the brutal cold blooded murder case. They couldn’t find the clue.
Joe said, “I found it”
“What??”
“Can’t tell now, 55 words reached.”

Once you land here, u can feel that everything smells of rain. I come here only to get drenched in this pure rain. A new me is born whenever…

Shhhh…Let the clouds of pain that are hovering in your eyes take the shape of rain today.

Let you say, a true me is born today.

As a struggling writer, he’d registered for the writing workshop months back.
However as luck would have it, during the intervening months, he not only managed to get published but also made it to the NY Times bestsellers list.

No more a mere spectator, he is now attending the same workshop as a guest speaker.

He was excited. She was nervous. Emptying the milk glass, he pounced on her.
In no time, he climaxed.

Minutes later, he dragged her by the hair, uttering profanities all the while.
The red of the vermilion in her hair parting wasn’t good enough. He’d wanted the sheets to go red.

The marriage was annulled.

There was a lot of money… and a lot more if it didn’t have to be split in half. I had the gun. Ram was busy packing up. I was confused… my conscience was pricking me. Finally I decided to toss a coin. Heads-he lives, tails- he dies. I tossed it… it came down…. Tails!