Celebrating 5 Years of Storytellers Bloghop: A Passion for Fiction Writing

For the past five years, we’ve had the joy of co-hosting the Storytellers Bloghop with our amazing writer and blogger Ujjwal Mishra. This event has become a beloved tradition for us. It’s more than just a gathering of bloggers who love fiction writing. Celebration of storytelling, creativity, and the power of fiction binds us. As we reflect on these five years, we realize just how dear fiction writing has become to us.

The Storytellers Bloghop began with a simple yet meaningful goal: to create a space where bloggers could share their stories, inspire one another, and grow together. Fiction has always held a special place in our hearts, it allows us to craft worlds, create characters, and express ideas that resonate with readers. Through this bloghop, we’ve aimed to nurture a community of writers who are as passionate about storytelling as we are.

Secret Garden: Echoes of Tomorrow - Short Story

As Tracy lay asleep under the soft glow of her desk lamp, her mind drifted off. Off to where minds escape to find peace and to find solutions.  She saw a vivid, surreal landscape, a world where technology and nature had fused into something far beyond her wildest imagination. The air was thick with energy, a quiet hum that seemed to pulse through every living thing.

Another Charm in a Swarm: ShortStory #StorytellersBloghop

Sneha peeped outside the window fitted with rusted rods running horizontally across its width. She saw a little girl holding her mother's hand, heading very fast towards the other end. "She seems new to this place," thought Sneha.

"Sneha, it's your turn now. Take this bag, and don't return it until it's full. Be careful with the station master." shouted a shrill voice. Once again, it's a new search, a search for little things from a hullabaloo of things lying hither and thither. 

Sneha, a little one of 9 years old, was left on the railway platform 2 years ago. Her caretaker always forced her to extend her limits. She has targets to meet, and the food she got depended on her search. Luck is not easy, though; extreme searches were her fate. She heard the cries of the baby beside a railway station drinking water tap. Nobody knew who left her there and where she came from. But Sneha recognized her as she saw her running behind her mother an hour ago. She thought, "Another little one abandoned by her family. I hope her luck takes her in good hands." 

Inside Story of Storytellers Bloghop

Spinning stories and weaving it's each thread with utmost care is an art that fiction writers do it brilliantly. With the thought to connect all fiction writers and push novice fiction writers; to dive into the love of fiction writing, the seed of StorytellersBloghop germinated in 2021. 

A partner in this endeavor was a good idea; then we, MeenalSonal, approached our dear Blogger friend Ujjwal Mishra and crafted the shape of Storytellers Bloghop step by step. Ujjwal has workable ideas and is quick to frame guidelines on a particular subject. We all work in sync as we have worked together for decades. Each of us pitches in when the other two are occupied and keep the show running. 

Short Story: Imperishable Love Story: Sheen & Erum

Hello!

I am Sheen. I believe the world is full of surprises, emotions, expectations, and love. An innocent bond of love expects nothing, just a little place in a humble heart.

It was a bright day. The golden glaze pierced through the sky's cottony curtains to explore life. It was a relief after a blizzard that trapped Erum and me inside an old cottage for 4 long days. I clearly remember the day I met him. It's been 8 years of togetherness or, more aptly, 6 years.

Winters in Kashmir are highly unpredictable, where every hook and corner is covered with a white drape. I enjoy the beautiful terrains of the valley where nature has carved some marvelous creations on earth. But for me, Erum was god's best creation ever.

I came to Kashmir along with my mother and cousins. The place soaked me entirely in its mesmerizing charm. Our abode was a houseboat. There were rows of precisely similar-looking attractive houseboats running along the banks of Dal Lake, appearing as though narrating thousands of stories to the calm waters.

A walk down the valley was my favorite pastime every day. That day, my mom was hesitant to send me out as the unpredictable weather could take enormous form. But I assured her I would return home early.

Unseen future of a Girl : Short Story

Sudha was a bit contented today, two pot full of water was the reason for her smile, "Ahh! this will be sufficient for Baba, Imli and me". Her lonely eyes were not in sync with her subtle smile, she was missing Deepa who used to accompany her walk.

Keeth & Kokil : A Tale of Two Unique Personalities

Keeth and Kokil loved the company of each other besides they were always seen together. Their bonding was admired and much talked about in the community. 

Under the canopy of thick trees, they had their beautiful abode far from the hustle-bustle of urbanization they lived peacefully in the lap of nature. 

Keeth was hardworking, determined, and was always adept to help others. He was strong-willed besides once set out on a task would not sit until it was complete.

Kokil was blessed with a sweet voice and her hymns were melodious and mesmerizing. Her gifted voice attracted many friends around and was much appreciated by all. She loved the way each one acknowledged her and felt proud of her extravagant singing.

They grew up and so their ego too. Trouble started brewing slowly, their paths started to differ.