Creative Writing Competition I

Theme: fairytale
Topic: your take/version
Word limit: 65 


Winner: Indrani Basu (Eng Hons II)

He impulsively kissed her and jerked back immediately, waiting. Seconds ticked by, why did she not stir? Confusion overwhelmed him; he’d been told the story so many times!

Frenzied kissed, but she remained limp, eyes shut. A strangled cry of despair, the Prince walked away dejected.

She opened an eye. Satisfied he had indeed gone, she breathed a sigh of relief. “Ninth one this month.”




Runner up: Harshita Yalamarty (Pol Sci Hons II)

For long, lustrous and tangle free hair! -

She watched as deliriously happy bimbettes slowly swiveled their thick hair, flashing in the sunlight.

Just one hour before a shower! -

She couldn’t take it anymore…every time another impossibly long golden strand… oh, how her heart wept! …

Volume and bounce! –

Now, she had a list ready for the prince’s next visit. Assuming he could climb…

Say goodbye to hair fall! –



Special mention: Akshi (Eng Hons I)

The Ugly Duckling's Swan Song

Beneath the harem’s eye-shadow pink columns, only great beauty and greater dedication to it got noticed.

Amongst fluffy yellow, her gray stood no chance.

Attempts to fit in yet stand out – every chick’s dilemma – failed.

Ugliness was criminal. She escaped to the harem of a drake with paraphilias.

She got used.
He liked killing after…
Hence Swan Song.

Moral: Chicks don’t belong in harems.



Other finalists:

Aavanya Rajasingam (Eng Hons I)

Snow White was in a dilemma as she had had to choose between the prince and the dwarves. (Her vision still blurry after the nap) Clearly she deserved a break, but surely seven was better than one, right? This communication restored relations between her and the queen who confessed to that she had been having an affair with the Prince. And so they lived happily ever after.



Himadri Agarwal

8:08 a.m.: Beeeeeeep!
                   I push the ‘END’ key on keypad…instead of snooze…

9:00 a.m.: Jerk. A bolt. Missed first class. And short of attendance!
                   GOD!
                   Only if Mahima could give a proxy for me…

9:01 a.m.: Sent messages:
                   My fairy godmother,
                   SOS! Proxy, please!!!

9:40 a.m.: I reach for the next class.
                   Missed the first.
                   Got attendance.
                   Clapping.
                   For the Sleeping Beauty, who always misses the first class.


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