One Frame Stories (OFS) looks at exploring the different perspectives that each one of us have of our not so different lives. We all come across the very same things in our daily lives, yet interpret it differently, gathering awesome insights which leave us inspired for another day. We look forward to your stories to help inspire a few more.
The drizzle outside was steadily increasing its pace. Leaning on the balcony, I saw the kids of my neighbourhood gaily dancing in the rain. And here I wondered, "Sigh! Those precious days of innocence." I heard my mom give out a slow whimper. Something didn't feel right. Closing the door, I stealthily headed inside. Those teary eyes stared at me with utter despair and helplessness. In her hand, she held my jeans that I had worn the previous day. As she looked down and emptied out the pockets, my entire body went numb.
As I rolled the joint, I was thinking how many times I have fought the urge during the last few days. I don't think I am an addict. I can stop this any time. Just this once, I want to feel the thick fumes inside my body , soothing my nerves and taking me to a wonderful, colourful world. As I was searching for my matches, a kid , about 12 years old, ran up to me and asked, "Hey, do you have matches?" I looked at him wondering whether he was my own reflection from the past.
He came across the pale blue creature in an ancient meteor crater. He wore rags of dead animal skin and seemed to have a third eye on his forehead, tightly shut. "Who are you?" "Take this. It will reveal you to you." "Help me." "But, I want to help everyone." Shiv woke up, startled. He quickly rolled a joint for his seizure prone daughter. Weed always seemed to stabilize her, with little or no side effects. He knew, in his heart, that the world had been lied to, as he saw his daughter fall into a peaceful slumber.
You were nothing but a blur. Your voice faint in the distance. I was miserably failing to move on. No matter what I did, you wouldn't leave. I realised a confrontation was due. Just as I crushed, you came around. As I rolled, you started to appear. And just when I lit it after a whole year, there you were. "Hello! You took longer than expected," she said. "You wouldn't let go, would you," I said. She smiled, and smirked at me. I couldn't run from myself any longer.
At One Frame Stories, we invite you to share your ideas and perspective with the world in form of 99 words stories.
“One Frame Stories is a concept initiated to showcase how different people have varied perspective about the same thing.“
“With One Frame Stories, we also intend to encourage people to write and share stories with us and by people we mean anybody and everybody who can write, want to write and are hesitant to write.“
“A photograph is shared, on which you are to write a story in 99 words or less. The story should be based on your perspective of the photograph.”
A photograph is shared, on which you are to write a story in 99 words or less. The story should be based on your perspective of the photograph.
A new frame is published every Friday based on which you can share your story or perspective in 99 or less than 99 words. Your story should be strictly based on the given frame...READ MORE
The team at OFS will evaluate the story based on the submission criteria which includes the word limit, the language and your stories connect with given frame. The OFS team has the..READ MORE
The stories for each frame will be published every Friday, i.e. one week from the day of publishing the frame. Only those stories that are approved by the team at OFS will be published...READ MORE
A photograph is shared , on which you are to write a story in 99 words or less. The story should be based on your perspective of the photograph.
FRAME 133: Last Date of Submission December 27, 2018SUBMIT OFS