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.
It was the best shot. The camera captured the spontaneity with ease. The black and white checkered tiles complimented the turquoise walls. The mortal was captured right in the middle of the door heading somewhere. The picture was perfect. The reality, not so much. Stopping time to collect the right shot meant the inconvenience of starting the time again. It took considerable energy to reboot the space-time continuum. Energy from the living breathing object. Energy from the living mortal walking who was captured heading somewhere. But art is worth it. And so is the perfect shot.
She ditched him for his fair-skinned friend. Nahida, the love of his life. As Ahmed was climbing the stairs of the old mosque near the Madrasa, he started to think. Why did god create him this way, dark and ugly? Everything was OK until that ill-fated day when he expressed his love for her. Ahmed stepped on to the ledge on the terrace and looked below to see the familiar black and white tiled floor. With a silent prayer on his lips, he took a step forward. Blood splattered on the tiles, both black as well as white.
The fever singed his whole body. Delirium enveloped him. Patterns alternated inside his head. White. Black. White. Black. Floating above the silky white clouds. Through the black void of space. Powdery white peaks. Bottomless black hole. “Go to Rahim bhai and get his potion. Only he can save you,” his co-beggar warned. He hauled himself up the steps of the mosque. Did he see the patterns again? White. Black. White. Black. He spotted the silhouette of Rahim bhai yonder. A wave of relief engulfed him before he passed out, content that he would live to see dawn again.
I walk through the empty house. Like a ghost of yesterday. But still breathing. Everyone is gone. I am all alone. The sons got jobs in the city and took their families with them (only wife and kids that is, that's what they consider family these days). I see them once a year. The daughter was married to a wealthy family in another village; they don’t allow her to visit us often. If i were to die today, no one will know. A real Ghost, I will be. But what difference will it make?
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 125: Last Date of Submission August 3, 2017SUBMIT OFS