Once again, thank you to all of you for participating in the previous week's challenge. I loved reading your stories, and it amazes me each time to see such amazing story-telling in such few lines. Last week's prompt was as random as it could be and yet the responses were inspiring and creative. My personal favorite was Luke's although I hate having to deal with a dead mouse. The story liked most was the poem written by Sandra. If you haven't already read her Friday Fiction, do so now. :) (Caution: Proceed only if you are 18+ ;) ) This week's prompt is -

To all those who participated to the Story Continuation Challenge last weekThank you for taking up the challenge. All the responses were amazing, and each one of you took us all on a beautiful journey through your short story. The creativity and story-telling is amazing. Congratulations to you all, for the amazing skills and talent.

Chimpu, an inquisitive but adorable baby monkey, lived with his family and friends in the dense jungles outside the city. His best friends were Jumbo, a big, fat elephant and Pinky, a thoughtful woodpecker. They would often play in the evenings when Pinky and Jumbo would come home from their day’s task of searching for food. During the day, Chimpu was often alone and would play all by himself. He was always running around here and there, scampering up and down the trees, plucking flowers and fruits, and making noises. Chimpu was also very mischievous and even played pranks on his neighbours. All the animals in the jungle loved Chimpu for his innocent antics. They also knew that he would always hide away in the cedar tree if he had been naughty. All the animals loved Chimpu a lot and they always laughed at his cute, innocent pranks and loved him even more each time.monkey.jpg

To all those who participated to the Story Continuation Challenge last weekThank you for taking up the challenge. I was overwhelmed to see the response. Your replies were not just hugely motivating to me, being host blogger, but also immensely creative and interesting. Funny, dark, realistic - each entry brought about a different reaction and vivid images of the story it told. The story that was most liked by us all was Oneta's -
Once upon a time, there was a little boy named Jack, He crawled through a thorn bush and scratched his back.
My personal favourite was Aseena's -
Once upon a time, there was a little boy named Jack. He was unhappy until surgeons helped change the name to Jacqueline. Now she’s happy…
Many congratulations to each participant for your amazing story-telling skills. I personally enjoyed reading each story. Here's the second prompt. Entries will be accepted till Sunday, March  20th, 2016.

The housekeeper walked in and blushed at the sight. It told her a mischievous story. She giggled to herself as she straightened the bedsheets and hummed a romantic tune. The crumpled satin sheets held the promise of a love fulfilled. The mirror must have been a witness to their trysts, she thought naughtily.

I had a huge list of ideas to work on and weave stories out of, during my morning walk earlier today. Why is that the ideas have to strike me at the worst of times? Have you ever noticed they come visiting only when you are at a dinner party with the most chatty person in the adjoining chair or in the elevator when the boss is discussing that all-important career-altering project. Each time nothing is available to be able to jot down the ideas, nor is it feasible to take notes. Imagine using a lip gloss to scribble with on a dinner napkin!

This is Part VI of an ongoing series. To read the previous parts, click here.
Anaisha heard the shouting from the kitchen and walked back. With downcast eyes, she said quietly, “I’m right here.” “There’s a lot you don’t know. Your mother... and then you had said that….” She started to explain. “Don’t bring Ma into this. She didn’t ask you to desert me like this.” Anaisha looked at him with sad eyes. Ravi was shocked. She didn’t just put the onus on his mother for her own actions. “I am not bringing her into this… I am not blaming her… neither am I trying to come between you and her. That’s why I’ve never told you before. Because you will not believe me!” Anaisha retorted angrily. Ravi stared at her, completely at a loss. “Vartika," she said pointedly.