Dead Destiny

My legs are broken severely .They will be amputated .
I can't stand, without a helping hand, anymore.
Never, ever, will I be at the dining table with my family .
I will be confined to a cold damp corner of the attic .
I heard that is what people do with broken chairs .Woe is me !

A work of 55 fiction (Wikipedia) . I Tag anyone who reads this post and loves writing.Especially I Tag Chandan. Do leave a comment linking to your post if you take this tag.

Status: Sitting on the floor as all the chairs in my house are broken

Comments

  1. -: :Abhi: :-Thursday, August 07, 2008 1:17:00 pm

    Really nice template btw...:) back to the trueman blg nw...So hws life there in mindtree..i really wud like to knw....

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  2. Chandan PrabhudevaFriday, August 08, 2008 1:29:00 am

    I accept the baton.. Here's my post..
    http://chandan-unplugged.blogspot.com/2008/08/55-fiction.html

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  3. AnonymousFriday, August 08, 2008 2:42:00 am

    :) Woe is me! I like!

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  4. Rahul NairFriday, August 08, 2008 5:07:00 am

    @Abhi: Just started reading your new post about trueman and the cats...
    so what are u planning on doing now that college is over?
    Life in mindtree is going on pretty O.K. Thats it.. It not too good nor tooo bad...

    @Maverick: Good One man

    @Sandeep: Glad u liked it macha :D

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  5. SanthoshFriday, August 08, 2008 5:57:00 am

    Good one man! I like the tag game.. Lets see how far it gets :)

    - Santhosh

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  6. the stygian sailorFriday, August 08, 2008 7:28:00 am

    open tag done

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  7. the stygian sailorSunday, August 10, 2008 7:36:00 am

    good tag man. it was fun doing it. but i felt 55 words is too less. but you managed to get it right. especially the setting. it is as per the rules. kudos.

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  8. Manjunath RGSaturday, August 23, 2008 5:12:00 am

    good one.. 55 fiction..!!! check this at http://rgblogs.blogspot.com/2008/08/dead-and-dreamy.html

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  9. Rahul NairThursday, August 28, 2008 10:26:00 am

    @ Santhosh: Thanks a lot.. :)
    @stygian : thanks man... a good job done by u also...

    @manja : so u took the tag.. :)

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  10. mathewWednesday, September 03, 2008 7:25:00 am

    mm..a story couldnt be more dramatically told in 55 words..nice one..

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