My Tiny Tales- #1 Written by Miss Book Thief “It was a suicide”, they said. Only she knew the truth. All her words, they had murdered him. -R Share this:TwitterFacebookLike this:Like Loading... Related 56 thoughts on “My Tiny Tales- #1” This is pretty sad story, if I’m taking it in the right way. Perhaps she should have been kinder to him. Then again, perhaps she’d been deliberately trying to drive him to it. Does she feel regret or exaltation? Intriguing… LikeLiked by 3 people Reply Thank you. And, yes, it is a sad story. Well, as for what she is feeling, I will leave it up to you to decide. 🙂 LikeLiked by 2 people Reply I read this as a metaphorical story of empowerment. Quite the good one too. LikeLiked by 2 people Reply Thank you, Jeffrey. 🙂 LikeLiked by 1 person Reply Quite welcome! LikeLiked by 1 person 😀 LikeLiked by 1 person :O They murdered your dictionary??? whoa!! The dastardly nature of this crime.. all your words? murdered? Who was the critic? Let me go and strangle him at once… Oh wait.. I hope you are not accusing me 😀 😛 Oh dear, then, yes, it was suicide.. LikeLiked by 1 person Reply Haha, the dictionary wasn’t murdered. The words murdered him, hehe! LikeLiked by 1 person Reply Very deep… I am sure 🙂 Unkind woman… hmmphh.. murdered him with words.. of course.. I die every day like that.. with unkind words from bloggers 😦 (If you had gone to my sister’s blog and read those comments I wrote after yours, then yes, you would have murdered me too hahaha)… LikeLiked by 1 person Hahaha! And who is being unkind to you? Let me kill them right away! *grabs a shovel* LikeLiked by 1 person 🙂 Thank you, thank you.. you are my defender, my saviour 🙂 But I think you are going to use the shovel on my if you go to potato’s blog and see what I had written hahaha LikeLiked by 1 person Hahaha, I will refrain from seeing, then. xD LikeLiked by 1 person Nah, it’s no big deal.. just my silly idea of jokes.. stupid at times.. blame it on my manic-depressive nature 🙂 LikeLiked by 1 person Don’t worry, I won’t turn on you. 😀 LikeLiked by 1 person Well, it is not you.. er.. I am afraid of.. but my wife hahahaha. My sister is quite ok.. she laughed and laughed.. LikeLiked by 1 person Hahaha! LikeLiked by 1 person 😀 LikeLiked by 1 person Slowly and painfully…. LikeLiked by 2 people Reply Ah, the words! They do have a way of getting back to you! Great one:D LikeLiked by 2 people Reply Yeah, they do, don’t they? Thank you. 😀 LikeLiked by 1 person Reply It’s sad because this could be true! You did great in putting it across concisely. LikeLiked by 2 people Reply Thank you so much. 🙂 LikeLike Reply Well written – truth in these words, words can be deadly only by saying. LikeLiked by 2 people Reply Thank you. 🙂 LikeLiked by 1 person Reply Truly the pen is mightier than the sword…. Very well written! LikeLiked by 2 people Reply Thank you. 🙂 LikeLiked by 1 person Reply A very sad three lined story 😦 nicely written 🙂 LikeLiked by 2 people Reply Thank you, Linita. 🙂 LikeLike Reply These tiny tales are really strong 😉 anyone who is trying is able to make such powerful impact with so less words. O loved this one about #TheCharLog who makes everything worse for us even when without their proper existence 😉 LikeLiked by 1 person Reply I love tiny tales, too. Some of them just break your heart, don’t they? *sad smile* LikeLiked by 1 person Reply Yes they do 😦 I read somewhere, “I met my soulmate, she didn’t” 😦 How sad 😦 LikeLiked by 1 person I’ve read that. Have you read the ones about peshawar? Heart breaking, man. I’ll send them to you if you haven’t. LikeLiked by 1 person Nahi padha 😛 DO send 😀 LikeLiked by 1 person In a while. I have to search through the thousands of pics in my phone. xD LikeLiked by 1 person Ab to exams khatam shayad? If yes, then dhund kar bhej do 😛 warna baad me 😀 LikeLiked by 1 person Exams get over on monday. 😦 But kal chutti. Remind me in the evening, bhejti hun. 😛 LikeLiked by 1 person Ok 😀 Monday is far because weekend hai bich me 😛 LikeLiked by 1 person Its a good thing. Padhna hai mere ko. 😦 LikeLiked by 1 person Yes! Padh lo aramse 😀 LikeLiked by 1 person I am no stranger to emotional blackmail. A friend of mine was stuck for a long time with a psychotic boyfriend, who threatened to kill himself if she left him. On the off chance that he might do it, and her resulting potential shame and guilt. While rationally “she” might know that it was suicide, emotionally she can’t shake her responsibility. She believes her words killed him. LikeLiked by 1 person Reply Oh, I have known people like that, too. The good old emotional blackmail. What happened in the end, though? LikeLike Reply She cut him off. He didn’t follow through. LikeLiked by 1 person Good. LikeLike How powerful three simple sentences can be! Well written. 😉 LikeLiked by 1 person Reply Thank you, DeeDee. Imma call you DeeDee from now. 😀 LikeLiked by 1 person Reply I got confused by the notification! I was like whose DeeDee XD LikeLiked by 1 person Hahaha! That’s your moniker, since now. xD LikeLike Splendid! Words can kill a heart as swiftly as an arrow. Yes, she murdered him all right! 🙂 LikeLiked by 1 person Reply Yeah, words have a lot of power. Thank you so much. 🙂 LikeLiked by 1 person Reply Woah! So much emotion, in so few words. *Cue Applause* LikeLiked by 1 person Reply Thanks, Karthik. *bows* LikeLiked by 1 person Reply Amazing 🙂 . LikeLiked by 1 person Reply Thank you so much. 🙂 LikeLiked by 1 person Reply Fewer the words,the more beautiful. 😉 LikeLiked by 1 person I know, right? 😀 LikeLike 🙂 LikeLiked by 1 person Reply Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (required) (Address never made public) Name (required) Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email. Notify me of new posts via email.