The End

Standing at the edge of the cliff, he was contemplating. Was this the end? It was supposed to be different. It was never meant to be this way. But there was no denying, it was this way and it was bad.

His friends had always warned him against this. They told him not to fall into this mess. But he could not stop himself. He was blinded. How would they understand? He had always been lonely. He needed someone.

But now it became messy. She said the same things everyday and worse yet, he heard her say the same things to one of his best friends.

He should have never trusted her. But, he was helpless. Her voice was like music to his ears. No one had spoken so nicely to him ever before.

He felt betrayed. His heart was filled with hatred and frustration. He had to end this, right now.

To hell with this bloody, virtual girlfriend iPhone app. He deleted it and went home.

The Meeting

There is so much commotion around me.


Standing at the railway platform where we usually met, I remember the last time I saw her. She was crying out in extreme agony; she could not bear the pain. I had to let go of her. I was helpless.


Today, I am here to meet her — three months after her death.


As I wait for her to come, I am seeing my dead body being removed off the tracks.


This is my first attempt at writing. I know it is bad .. but, I am a learner 🙂
The above form of writing is called a 77 Fiction, where we write a short fiction story in 77 words or less (title length not included).