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Flamingo

POETRY:

she sings in waves

by William Wakefield Quill-purple

She sings to the angels around her

Sad sad song it won't be long

Till the end is faced

It's a heartache and scrupulous

She seems to them in the clouds

We embrace the daylight
pull into the station house

She sings to them they dance around her head

The end is face tomorrow syrup

The end is faced
and tomorrow's here

She sings in waves goodbye
Smiling angel
THey I'll rise together

Dance around her head
Rise to go
And his face tomorrow is just zero

Sings and waves goodbye

They dance and raise above their head
Glowing halos that are linked together
Saturated with the drains into being nice
Saturated with the dreams of being nice

Hey they dance around her head like a halo

She Sings
Seems to be
sleeping angels
Dance around the venue hoping to enforce occurred
Season of a lot, of modular mistakes

It's in the wrong places
It's just around your head
Coming up
Can't remember
Secrets of the south pole
She
Sings to banjos around her



Posted on: November 20 2014

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POETRY:

Telltale

by William Wakefield Quill-purple

This made him
Telltale

Please dream
the guidance

Laserbeam gone

This made until 10
Tell the tale signals

Feel the meaning
in the dream

Dismantled
Tattletales

Stories

Story

Stories telling stories

Dismantled entanglements

Yearning for dramatic vengeance


Dismount intelligence

Dismantled intelligence

The stratified decisions

Dismantled engagement

Rejuvenated regurgitator

Nice telltale

Blowing it out and

Taking it in





Posted on: November 20 2014

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FICTION:

143.

by Kim Quill-red

Before I post the story, I would like to tell you all that it has its roots in India. The setting of this short story is the Purandar Fort in Maharashtra, India. I had written this short tory for a competition. So yeah, hope you don't hate this first attempt of mine! Thanks for reading! PROLOGUE: I had always loved Ritika from afar. The way her brown hair cascaded below her shoulders in perfect curls, her dark brown doe-like eyes always taking in the world with winged liner on them, her secret infinity tattoo on the nape of her neck and her million-dollar smile, oh, it could light up my world! She was ethereal, in every sense. And as her best friend, I could do nothing but hear her recount how she had enjoyed one of her many dates. It was a surprise how she didn't feel the hate emanating from me towards the featured man in her anecdotes. She always said that she was still waiting for her Mr. Right though. She believed that by dating so many men, she was sending across vibes to her one to come and get her already. Ah, how I wish I could wring this faceless Mr. Right's neck. All in all, I was Apollo and she the Daphne I couldn't have. Today, waiting for her to come on our 5th date feels like a dream. I wouldn't have dreamed of having the pleasure of her company, all for myself until two months ago. But, that day at Purandar changed everything... --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- CHAPTER-1 I remember how excited Ritika was on her birthday. She had her hair down as usual, to hide her infinity tattoo and had worn a simple saree, but she looked like a million bucks in it. Her usually beautiful smile was somehow even more so. 'Damn, snap out of it. You are never going to have her.' I admonished myself and tried to concentrate on the Sinhagad piece that was to be handed over to our boss, Ms. Verma today itself. She wasn't exactly like Miranda in the Devil Wears Prada, but I liked to be punctual. And she was usually fond of me and even favoured me. But being the Mr. Goody Shoes that I was, I never took advantage of it. I worked as a travel writer in an average travel magazine covering the tourist destinations in the lengths and breadths of India. Ritika, Anjali, Ajay, Pratik and I were the only ones in the Maharashtra field and we spent most of our time highlighting the glory of the forts of Maharashtra. We were often sent in teams of two or sometimes three to a fort in Maharashtra every other week to cover the importance and beauty of these heritage sites. Well, it wasn't actually that bad, considering we were paid a substantial amount for our work. The only problem was that I seemed to never, ever get a chance to go out with Ritika. I didn't believe in bad luck before, but when I was almost always the third wheel between Anjali and Pratik, the lovebirds, I had no choice but to do so. Other times when I wasn't with the lovebirds, it was with the brooding, enigmatic Ajay. He wasn't exactly arrogant or snobby, as you expected someone as rich as him to be,, but he was always so quiet. I sometimes had a bad feeling about him, especially when he didn't come to office for a whole week each month. When I once asked Ms. Verma about what was the deal with him, she simply told me that he had poorly health and was advised by a doctor to take a week off each month. He even presented a doctor's certificate, she told me. Well, whatever. And as grudgingly as I do, I have to admit that he was a bit good-looking. Or maybe I say "a bit" because Ritika was crazy behind him. She was gaga over his Adonis-like looks and I knew that she wanted to go out with him on a one of our "fort dates", as she called them, for the longest time. "Hi Rahul! Guess what? Just guess!" she asked me with child-like glee as she came over to my desk that day. "Let me see, a special birthday girl is going out with someone special after work?" I said with a smile. I planned to take her out for one of our rare Cafe Coffee Day sojourns. I was pretty pumped about that, for I lived to see the happiness she'd get from this surprise. "Oh my god, how did you know?" she squealed. "I- what?" I said. "Don't tell anyone, but Ajay is actually taking me out to Gloria Jeans after work. And it doesn't end there,guess some more!", she said, now truly on the edge of bursting with happiness. 'That rascal. Of course he his taking her out today. Of course he is classier and takes her to Gloria Jeans.' I thought. But as usual, I kept these thoughts to myself and tried to look happy for her. "Oh, I don't know! You tell." "Ajay and I are going to cover Purandar fort tomorrow. Oh gosh, it is finally happening! Yes!!!" She looked so happy, I just wished I was the one giving her that much joy. The rest of the day was blur as I was continuously listening to Ritika's happy chatter while giving Ajay a death stare. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ CHAPTER-2 I had to spend that evening with Ritika who dragged me to help her out with her shopping for date today and tomorrow. Friend-zoned guy problems.During the time she was trying a dress in a boutique, I decided to go ahead with the plan I had concocted. I dialed Ms. Verma's number and asked her whther I could accompany Ritika and Ajay to Purandar tomorrow.I think she had a budding suspicion that I was head-over-heels for Ritika and guess what?! I was going to go with them. But, no, not so that I could sabotage their "date", but because I wanted to simply protect Ritika from Ajay. Call it my growing grudge for Ajay, but my bad feeling about him increased manifold. Ms. Verma told me that she would tell it to Ritika and Ajay herself about the change in plan. I went home after dropping Ritika home and I knew that soon I'd get a call from Ritika. I just wondered what her reaction would be. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Ritika was actually furious. I expected her to be a bit pleased, but no, she was like a volcano in all its glory. She first blew up on me, then realized that it wasn't my fault, then began cursing Ms. Verma, who she believed hated her. This went on for an hour, and though I shouldn't have, I was growing smugger by the minute. It was when she told me about her Gloria Jeans date with Ajay that I snapped out of it. She told me about how more perfect it couldn't get and how Ajay was in a completely new avatar that evening. There was my heart breaking a bit again. When the call ended, I packed my bag for tomorrow and slept, not knowing that my world would change tomorrow. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- CHAPTER-3 When I went to work the next day, there was definitely a change in the impassive Ajay I knew. Wow, maybe Ritika had an effect on him too, which means I got yet another hurdle to cross to prove my love to Ritika. He actually looked irritated that I would be accompanying them too. Ritika was pacified by now, and didn't seem to mind me. We left our office and were on the road in the car provided by the office at around 9:00 am. Ritika and Ajay took the back seat and I rode shotgun. I tried to concentrate on my research of Purandar fort, but I couldn't. All my attention was on Ajay's changing behaviour. He was comepletely lapsing into someone else. He became the kind of guy who I associated to be a playboy. But I held my silence, because after all, Ritika was happy. We reached Purandar at around 1:00 pm and began our work at 2:00 pm. It was decided that I would cover the Purandareshwar temple in the machi (lower ground) of Purandar and both of them would cover the ballekilla (upper area) of the fort. I was loathe to leave Ritika alone with Ajay, who seemed to have changed completely and become someone I was somehow remotely familiar with. Then, I thought better of it and decided to tell them to meet me at the Delhi Darwaja at 4:30 pm. Just before we parted ways, I told Ritika to turn on the Phone Tracker application in her iPhone. She did not question me in her hurry to begin her date with Ajay and did it. I turned on mine too and instantly saw the location of Ritika's phone and felt somewhat alleviated. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ I was actually lost in the charm of the temple of Purandareshwar and in the tales the local told me about. I wrote about it with passion and forgot about Ritika and Ajay for a while. It was when I finished my work that I decided to check upon Ritika. Lo and behold! Her phone was only some 300 meters away from me. That was weird. By now, she should have been on the ballekilla. I decided to look for her. I looked for her phone and found it. When I saw the picture on the lock screen, it was that of.. Oh my god, it was him! I knew I had seen him before. It was Atul Shastri, the one who was jailed for the torture and murder of 3 women. And there was one other detail too.. Yes, that when he was questioned about why he did these murders, he said they were in the name of Lord Shiva. I racked my brains to find out why he was acquitted. Yes, he was released on grounds of having Dissociative Identity Disorder and was supposed to be in a mental asylum. And all of the bodies of these murdered women were found near Shiva temples. Fear gripped me and I began running towards the ancient Kedareshwar temple on the ballekilla. I couldn't lose Ritika, that was an option I even refused to consider. When I reached the Kedareshwar temple, all around me was silence. Then I heard it. Her scream pierced the surroundings and it was full of pain. I saw Ritika with her hands tied and a cloth tied over her mouth to muffle her screams. I ran over to her and saw no one else around. "Oh no, Ritika, you are bleeding from your head!" I said as I saw the blood. I untied her mouth and she was simply shivering in 39 degrees. Just as I was moving on to untying her hands, I felt pain and black spots danced in front of my eyes. When I turned around, I saw Atul with his bloodshot eyes and a gun in his hands. "Atul, calm down. This is isn't you, keep the gun down." I said frantically. "No no no, I have to do it. You don't understand, He punished me when I didn't obey his orders twice. He took away my sister and mother. He said that I can bring them both back by killing her. He told me she is Andhaka. I have to kill her." he said in a maniacal voice. Just as he took a staggering step forward, I kicked him and swept him off his feet. He was lying flat onn the ground. I grabbed his gun and made him stand up. "Atul, don't try to move. If you do that, I have no choice but to shoot you." I said, while pointing the gun at him and dialing 100. At the precise moment when I pressed call, he threw a knife with swift accuracy at Ritika. I fired the gun and saw him collapse. I rushed to Ritika and found the knife embedded in her side. Blood was oozing out of her. "Ritika, listen to me. You shall not give up on me. No, you won't. The police will be here soon and we will be home soon." I said frantically. "Rahul, I don't know about that. But I believe that if I ever had a chance to say this to you, this is the perfect moment. However, cliched this is, I don't care, but.. 143." she said with a ghost of a smile. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. She remembered. She remembered that of all the silly little things we talked about.I muttered a quiet "I love you" back to her and somehow knew that my happily ever after had begun. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 2 MONTHS LATER: Ritika's Point Of View (POV): I got down from the car and spotted Rahul across the road. We went through a lot, we did. If a stranger heard our story, he'd probably laugh at stereotypical events. However, I believe that the same concept of best friends falling in love is always unique. Some have the confessions out of each other the easy way, while like others like us have it the harder way. I think I was actually clear about how I felt about him when I saw him fire the shot at Atul. He would've killed for me, literally. And it was then I felt that maybe, my love wasn't unrequited. Those three little numerals have become like our little secret, and every time we say them to each other, it is like for the first time all over again.


Posted on: November 09 2014

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FICTION:

143.

by Kim Quill-red

Before I post the story, I would like to tell you all that it has its roots in India. The setting of this short story is the Purandar Fort in Maharashtra, India. I had written this short tory for a competition. So yeah, hope you don't hate this first attempt of mine! Thanks for reading! PROLOGUE: I had always loved Ritika from afar. The way her brown hair cascaded below her shoulders in perfect curls, her dark brown doe-like eyes always taking in the world with winged liner on them, her secret infinity tattoo on the nape of her neck and her million-dollar smile, oh, it could light up my world! She was ethereal, in every sense. And as her best friend, I could do nothing but hear her recount how she had enjoyed one of her many dates. It was a surprise how she didn't feel the hate emanating from me towards the featured man in her anecdotes. She always said that she was still waiting for her Mr. Right though. She believed that by dating so many men, she was sending across vibes to her one to come and get her already. Ah, how I wish I could wring this faceless Mr. Right's neck. All in all, I was Apollo and she the Daphne I couldn't have. Today, waiting for her to come on our 5th date feels like a dream. I wouldn't have dreamed of having the pleasure of her company, all for myself until two months ago. But, that day at Purandar changed everything... --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- CHAPTER-1 I remember how excited Ritika was on her birthday. She had her hair down as usual, to hide her infinity tattoo and had worn a simple saree, but she looked like a million bucks in it. Her usually beautiful smile was somehow even more so. 'Damn, snap out of it. You are never going to have her.' I admonished myself and tried to concentrate on the Sinhagad piece that was to be handed over to our boss, Ms. Verma today itself. She wasn't exactly like Miranda in the Devil Wears Prada, but I liked to be punctual. And she was usually fond of me and even favoured me. But being the Mr. Goody Shoes that I was, I never took advantage of it. I worked as a travel writer in an average travel magazine covering the tourist destinations in the lengths and breadths of India. Ritika, Anjali, Ajay, Pratik and I were the only ones in the Maharashtra field and we spent most of our time highlighting the glory of the forts of Maharashtra. We were often sent in teams of two or sometimes three to a fort in Maharashtra every other week to cover the importance and beauty of these heritage sites. Well, it wasn't actually that bad, considering we were paid a substantial amount for our work. The only problem was that I seemed to never, ever get a chance to go out with Ritika. I didn't believe in bad luck before, but when I was almost always the third wheel between Anjali and Pratik, the lovebirds, I had no choice but to do so. Other times when I wasn't with the lovebirds, it was with the brooding, enigmatic Ajay. He wasn't exactly arrogant or snobby, as you expected someone as rich as him to be,, but he was always so quiet. I sometimes had a bad feeling about him, especially when he didn't come to office for a whole week each month. When I once asked Ms. Verma about what was the deal with him, she simply told me that he had poorly health and was advised by a doctor to take a week off each month. He even presented a doctor's certificate, she told me. Well, whatever. And as grudgingly as I do, I have to admit that he was a bit good-looking. Or maybe I say "a bit" because Ritika was crazy behind him. She was gaga over his Adonis-like looks and I knew that she wanted to go out with him on a one of our "fort dates", as she called them, for the longest time. "Hi Rahul! Guess what? Just guess!" she asked me with child-like glee as she came over to my desk that day. "Let me see, a special birthday girl is going out with someone special after work?" I said with a smile. I planned to take her out for one of our rare Cafe Coffee Day sojourns. I was pretty pumped about that, for I lived to see the happiness she'd get from this surprise. "Oh my god, how did you know?" she squealed. "I- what?" I said. "Don't tell anyone, but Ajay is actually taking me out to Gloria Jeans after work. And it doesn't end there,guess some more!", she said, now truly on the edge of bursting with happiness. 'That rascal. Of course he his taking her out today. Of course he is classier and takes her to Gloria Jeans.' I thought. But as usual, I kept these thoughts to myself and tried to look happy for her. "Oh, I don't know! You tell." "Ajay and I are going to cover Purandar fort tomorrow. Oh gosh, it is finally happening! Yes!!!" She looked so happy, I just wished I was the one giving her that much joy. The rest of the day was blur as I was continuously listening to Ritika's happy chatter while giving Ajay a death stare. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ CHAPTER-2 I had to spend that evening with Ritika who dragged me to help her out with her shopping for date today and tomorrow. Friend-zoned guy problems.During the time she was trying a dress in a boutique, I decided to go ahead with the plan I had concocted. I dialed Ms. Verma's number and asked her whther I could accompany Ritika and Ajay to Purandar tomorrow.I think she had a budding suspicion that I was head-over-heels for Ritika and guess what?! I was going to go with them. But, no, not so that I could sabotage their "date", but because I wanted to simply protect Ritika from Ajay. Call it my growing grudge for Ajay, but my bad feeling about him increased manifold. Ms. Verma told me that she would tell it to Ritika and Ajay herself about the change in plan. I went home after dropping Ritika home and I knew that soon I'd get a call from Ritika. I just wondered what her reaction would be. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Ritika was actually furious. I expected her to be a bit pleased, but no, she was like a volcano in all its glory. She first blew up on me, then realized that it wasn't my fault, then began cursing Ms. Verma, who she believed hated her. This went on for an hour, and though I shouldn't have, I was growing smugger by the minute. It was when she told me about her Gloria Jeans date with Ajay that I snapped out of it. She told me about how more perfect it couldn't get and how Ajay was in a completely new avatar that evening. There was my heart breaking a bit again. When the call ended, I packed my bag for tomorrow and slept, not knowing that my world would change tomorrow. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- CHAPTER-3 When I went to work the next day, there was definitely a change in the impassive Ajay I knew. Wow, maybe Ritika had an effect on him too, which means I got yet another hurdle to cross to prove my love to Ritika. He actually looked irritated that I would be accompanying them too. Ritika was pacified by now, and didn't seem to mind me. We left our office and were on the road in the car provided by the office at around 9:00 am. Ritika and Ajay took the back seat and I rode shotgun. I tried to concentrate on my research of Purandar fort, but I couldn't. All my attention was on Ajay's changing behaviour. He was comepletely lapsing into someone else. He became the kind of guy who I associated to be a playboy. But I held my silence, because after all, Ritika was happy. We reached Purandar at around 1:00 pm and began our work at 2:00 pm. It was decided that I would cover the Purandareshwar temple in the machi (lower ground) of Purandar and both of them would cover the ballekilla (upper area) of the fort. I was loathe to leave Ritika alone with Ajay, who seemed to have changed completely and become someone I was somehow remotely familiar with. Then, I thought better of it and decided to tell them to meet me at the Delhi Darwaja at 4:30 pm. Just before we parted ways, I told Ritika to turn on the Phone Tracker application in her iPhone. She did not question me in her hurry to begin her date with Ajay and did it. I turned on mine too and instantly saw the location of Ritika's phone and felt somewhat alleviated. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ I was actually lost in the charm of the temple of Purandareshwar and in the tales the local told me about. I wrote about it with passion and forgot about Ritika and Ajay for a while. It was when I finished my work that I decided to check upon Ritika. Lo and behold! Her phone was only some 300 meters away from me. That was weird. By now, she should have been on the ballekilla. I decided to look for her. I looked for her phone and found it. When I saw the picture on the lock screen, it was that of.. Oh my god, it was him! I knew I had seen him before. It was Atul Shastri, the one who was jailed for the torture and murder of 3 women. And there was one other detail too.. Yes, that when he was questioned about why he did these murders, he said they were in the name of Lord Shiva. I racked my brains to find out why he was acquitted. Yes, he was released on grounds of having Dissociative Identity Disorder and was supposed to be in a mental asylum. And all of the bodies of these murdered women were found near Shiva temples. Fear gripped me and I began running towards the ancient Kedareshwar temple on the ballekilla. I couldn't lose Ritika, that was an option I even refused to consider. When I reached the Kedareshwar temple, all around me was silence. Then I heard it. Her scream pierced the surroundings and it was full of pain. I saw Ritika with her hands tied and a cloth tied over her mouth to muffle her screams. I ran over to her and saw no one else around. "Oh no, Ritika, you are bleeding from your head!" I said as I saw the blood. I untied her mouth and she was simply shivering in 39 degrees. Just as I was moving on to untying her hands, I felt pain and black spots danced in front of my eyes. When I turned around, I saw Atul with his bloodshot eyes and a gun in his hands. "Atul, calm down. This is isn't you, keep the gun down." I said frantically. "No no no, I have to do it. You don't understand, He punished me when I didn't obey his orders twice. He took away my sister and mother. He said that I can bring them both back by killing her. He told me she is Andhaka. I have to kill her." he said in a maniacal voice. Just as he took a staggering step forward, I kicked him and swept him off his feet. He was lying flat onn the ground. I grabbed his gun and made him stand up. "Atul, don't try to move. If you do that, I have no choice but to shoot you." I said, while pointing the gun at him and dialing 100. At the precise moment when I pressed call, he threw a knife with swift accuracy at Ritika. I fired the gun and saw him collapse. I rushed to Ritika and found the knife embedded in her side. Blood was oozing out of her. "Ritika, listen to me. You shall not give up on me. No, you won't. The police will be here soon and we will be home soon." I said frantically. "Rahul, I don't know about that. But I believe that if I ever had a chance to say this to you, this is the perfect moment. However, cliched this is, I don't care, but.. 143." she said with a ghost of a smile. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. She remembered. She remembered that of all the silly little things we talked about.I muttered a quiet "I love you" back to her and somehow knew that my happily ever after had begun. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 2 MONTHS LATER: Ritika's Point Of View (POV): I got down from the car and spotted Rahul across the road. We went through a lot, we did. If a stranger heard our story, he'd probably laugh at stereotypical events. However, I believe that the same concept of best friends falling in love is always unique. Some have the confessions out of each other the easy way, while like others like us have it the harder way. I think I was actually clear about how I felt about him when I saw him fire the shot at Atul. He would've killed for me, literally. And it was then I felt that maybe, my love wasn't unrequited. Those three little numerals have become like our little secret, and every time we say them to each other, it is like for the first time all over again.


Posted on: November 09 2014

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Not yet rated / 5

FICTION:

143.

by Kim Quill-red

Before I post the story, I would like to tell you all that it has its roots in India. The setting of this short story is the Purandar Fort in Maharashtra, India. I had written this short tory for a competition. So yeah, hope you don't hate this first attempt of mine! Thanks for reading! PROLOGUE: I had always loved Ritika from afar. The way her brown hair cascaded below her shoulders in perfect curls, her dark brown doe-like eyes always taking in the world with winged liner on them, her secret infinity tattoo on the nape of her neck and her million-dollar smile, oh, it could light up my world! She was ethereal, in every sense. And as her best friend, I could do nothing but hear her recount how she had enjoyed one of her many dates. It was a surprise how she didn't feel the hate emanating from me towards the featured man in her anecdotes. She always said that she was still waiting for her Mr. Right though. She believed that by dating so many men, she was sending across vibes to her one to come and get her already. Ah, how I wish I could wring this faceless Mr. Right's neck. All in all, I was Apollo and she the Daphne I couldn't have. Today, waiting for her to come on our 5th date feels like a dream. I wouldn't have dreamed of having the pleasure of her company, all for myself until two months ago. But, that day at Purandar changed everything... --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- CHAPTER-1 I remember how excited Ritika was on her birthday. She had her hair down as usual, to hide her infinity tattoo and had worn a simple saree, but she looked like a million bucks in it. Her usually beautiful smile was somehow even more so. 'Damn, snap out of it. You are never going to have her.' I admonished myself and tried to concentrate on the Sinhagad piece that was to be handed over to our boss, Ms. Verma today itself. She wasn't exactly like Miranda in the Devil Wears Prada, but I liked to be punctual. And she was usually fond of me and even favoured me. But being the Mr. Goody Shoes that I was, I never took advantage of it. I worked as a travel writer in an average travel magazine covering the tourist destinations in the lengths and breadths of India. Ritika, Anjali, Ajay, Pratik and I were the only ones in the Maharashtra field and we spent most of our time highlighting the glory of the forts of Maharashtra. We were often sent in teams of two or sometimes three to a fort in Maharashtra every other week to cover the importance and beauty of these heritage sites. Well, it wasn't actually that bad, considering we were paid a substantial amount for our work. The only problem was that I seemed to never, ever get a chance to go out with Ritika. I didn't believe in bad luck before, but when I was almost always the third wheel between Anjali and Pratik, the lovebirds, I had no choice but to do so. Other times when I wasn't with the lovebirds, it was with the brooding, enigmatic Ajay. He wasn't exactly arrogant or snobby, as you expected someone as rich as him to be,, but he was always so quiet. I sometimes had a bad feeling about him, especially when he didn't come to office for a whole week each month. When I once asked Ms. Verma about what was the deal with him, she simply told me that he had poorly health and was advised by a doctor to take a week off each month. He even presented a doctor's certificate, she told me. Well, whatever. And as grudgingly as I do, I have to admit that he was a bit good-looking. Or maybe I say "a bit" because Ritika was crazy behind him. She was gaga over his Adonis-like looks and I knew that she wanted to go out with him on a one of our "fort dates", as she called them, for the longest time. "Hi Rahul! Guess what? Just guess!" she asked me with child-like glee as she came over to my desk that day. "Let me see, a special birthday girl is going out with someone special after work?" I said with a smile. I planned to take her out for one of our rare Cafe Coffee Day sojourns. I was pretty pumped about that, for I lived to see the happiness she'd get from this surprise. "Oh my god, how did you know?" she squealed. "I- what?" I said. "Don't tell anyone, but Ajay is actually taking me out to Gloria Jeans after work. And it doesn't end there,guess some more!", she said, now truly on the edge of bursting with happiness. 'That rascal. Of course he his taking her out today. Of course he is classier and takes her to Gloria Jeans.' I thought. But as usual, I kept these thoughts to myself and tried to look happy for her. "Oh, I don't know! You tell." "Ajay and I are going to cover Purandar fort tomorrow. Oh gosh, it is finally happening! Yes!!!" She looked so happy, I just wished I was the one giving her that much joy. The rest of the day was blur as I was continuously listening to Ritika's happy chatter while giving Ajay a death stare. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ CHAPTER-2 I had to spend that evening with Ritika who dragged me to help her out with her shopping for date today and tomorrow. Friend-zoned guy problems.During the time she was trying a dress in a boutique, I decided to go ahead with the plan I had concocted. I dialed Ms. Verma's number and asked her whther I could accompany Ritika and Ajay to Purandar tomorrow.I think she had a budding suspicion that I was head-over-heels for Ritika and guess what?! I was going to go with them. But, no, not so that I could sabotage their "date", but because I wanted to simply protect Ritika from Ajay. Call it my growing grudge for Ajay, but my bad feeling about him increased manifold. Ms. Verma told me that she would tell it to Ritika and Ajay herself about the change in plan. I went home after dropping Ritika home and I knew that soon I'd get a call from Ritika. I just wondered what her reaction would be. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Ritika was actually furious. I expected her to be a bit pleased, but no, she was like a volcano in all its glory. She first blew up on me, then realized that it wasn't my fault, then began cursing Ms. Verma, who she believed hated her. This went on for an hour, and though I shouldn't have, I was growing smugger by the minute. It was when she told me about her Gloria Jeans date with Ajay that I snapped out of it. She told me about how more perfect it couldn't get and how Ajay was in a completely new avatar that evening. There was my heart breaking a bit again. When the call ended, I packed my bag for tomorrow and slept, not knowing that my world would change tomorrow. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- CHAPTER-3 When I went to work the next day, there was definitely a change in the impassive Ajay I knew. Wow, maybe Ritika had an effect on him too, which means I got yet another hurdle to cross to prove my love to Ritika. He actually looked irritated that I would be accompanying them too. Ritika was pacified by now, and didn't seem to mind me. We left our office and were on the road in the car provided by the office at around 9:00 am. Ritika and Ajay took the back seat and I rode shotgun. I tried to concentrate on my research of Purandar fort, but I couldn't. All my attention was on Ajay's changing behaviour. He was comepletely lapsing into someone else. He became the kind of guy who I associated to be a playboy. But I held my silence, because after all, Ritika was happy. We reached Purandar at around 1:00 pm and began our work at 2:00 pm. It was decided that I would cover the Purandareshwar temple in the machi (lower ground) of Purandar and both of them would cover the ballekilla (upper area) of the fort. I was loathe to leave Ritika alone with Ajay, who seemed to have changed completely and become someone I was somehow remotely familiar with. Then, I thought better of it and decided to tell them to meet me at the Delhi Darwaja at 4:30 pm. Just before we parted ways, I told Ritika to turn on the Phone Tracker application in her iPhone. She did not question me in her hurry to begin her date with Ajay and did it. I turned on mine too and instantly saw the location of Ritika's phone and felt somewhat alleviated. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ I was actually lost in the charm of the temple of Purandareshwar and in the tales the local told me about. I wrote about it with passion and forgot about Ritika and Ajay for a while. It was when I finished my work that I decided to check upon Ritika. Lo and behold! Her phone was only some 300 meters away from me. That was weird. By now, she should have been on the ballekilla. I decided to look for her. I looked for her phone and found it. When I saw the picture on the lock screen, it was that of.. Oh my god, it was him! I knew I had seen him before. It was Atul Shastri, the one who was jailed for the torture and murder of 3 women. And there was one other detail too.. Yes, that when he was questioned about why he did these murders, he said they were in the name of Lord Shiva. I racked my brains to find out why he was acquitted. Yes, he was released on grounds of having Dissociative Identity Disorder and was supposed to be in a mental asylum. And all of the bodies of these murdered women were found near Shiva temples. Fear gripped me and I began running towards the ancient Kedareshwar temple on the ballekilla. I couldn't lose Ritika, that was an option I even refused to consider. When I reached the Kedareshwar temple, all around me was silence. Then I heard it. Her scream pierced the surroundings and it was full of pain. I saw Ritika with her hands tied and a cloth tied over her mouth to muffle her screams. I ran over to her and saw no one else around. "Oh no, Ritika, you are bleeding from your head!" I said as I saw the blood. I untied her mouth and she was simply shivering in 39 degrees. Just as I was moving on to untying her hands, I felt pain and black spots danced in front of my eyes. When I turned around, I saw Atul with his bloodshot eyes and a gun in his hands. "Atul, calm down. This is isn't you, keep the gun down." I said frantically. "No no no, I have to do it. You don't understand, He punished me when I didn't obey his orders twice. He took away my sister and mother. He said that I can bring them both back by killing her. He told me she is Andhaka. I have to kill her." he said in a maniacal voice. Just as he took a staggering step forward, I kicked him and swept him off his feet. He was lying flat onn the ground. I grabbed his gun and made him stand up. "Atul, don't try to move. If you do that, I have no choice but to shoot you." I said, while pointing the gun at him and dialing 100. At the precise moment when I pressed call, he threw a knife with swift accuracy at Ritika. I fired the gun and saw him collapse. I rushed to Ritika and found the knife embedded in her side. Blood was oozing out of her. "Ritika, listen to me. You shall not give up on me. No, you won't. The police will be here soon and we will be home soon." I said frantically. "Rahul, I don't know about that. But I believe that if I ever had a chance to say this to you, this is the perfect moment. However, cliched this is, I don't care, but.. 143." she said with a ghost of a smile. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. She remembered. She remembered that of all the silly little things we talked about.I muttered a quiet "I love you" back to her and somehow knew that my happily ever after had begun. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 2 MONTHS LATER: Ritika's Point Of View (POV): I got down from the car and spotted Rahul across the road. We went through a lot, we did. If a stranger heard our story, he'd probably laugh at stereotypical events. However, I believe that the same concept of best friends falling in love is always unique. Some have the confessions out of each other the easy way, while like others like us have it the harder way. I think I was actually clear about how I felt about him when I saw him fire the shot at Atul. He would've killed for me, literally. And it was then I felt that maybe, my love wasn't unrequited. Those three little numerals have become like our little secret, and every time we say them to each other, it is like for the first time all over again.


Posted on: November 09 2014

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POETRY:

End of Soliphisis, the Merge

by Anonymous

Soliphering, ever unnoticed,

Through a cut in the crack on the wall of your life

Tunneling through chasmic gorges, rifflets in time,

Coming upon a sandbar, where water is warm,

Here I am.

Many moons ago, I was only myself, a head-dweller.

But now, I have come to answer the charmoring of a romarious individual,

My second half.

 

Here you are.

A steadstrong beacon in hurrisoon weather,

The wind-whittled sides of a rocky upcropping,

The tranquil sherbet hues of a horizonic sunset,

The whipples in a waterfall's rapids,

And...heck no, the waterfall itself.

You are gloriousness and finesse embodied,

A sharpness of the mind as it exists beyond my own.

Ond'far myself, I take you to exist.

 

Caught up in the magnitude of your spellbinding magnificism,

My tightstruck coils begin to mersuciously unravel,

Slothening at first, emfortuning beyond,

The electricism of our souls spizz as they spark,

Two souls, now one, no longer unrelones in the dark,

Hear me cry, for this is the end of soliphisis,

Hear me weep, sojoy.

 


Posted on: October 30 2014

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FICTION:

The Japanese Kid

by The Child Quill-orange

The salt air blew swiftly, and the once stagnant sent of the sea coupled with the smell of sea life was now replaced by the unmistakable odor of death. A dilapidated warehouse that sat on the edge of the long pier was the source of the stench. Muffled screams, and gunshots could be heard from outside it's unusually thick doors, but no one was around at this time of night to investigate. Not that anyone would, the locals knew what this place was and avoided it at all costs. The scene on the inside was one of true terror, dismembered body parts littered the floor, corpses scattered about, and blood....So much blood. The once gray concrete of the warehouse floor, was now awash in crimson. The taste of copper could be felt on the tongue even from a great distance. A battle was taking place inside this old warehouse, one of which the world had never before seen. A single man stood among the bodies, gasping, bleeding, still fighting a battle he could never hope to win. His sword, once a magnificent silver was now covered in dried blood, and sinew from a resent encounter with a human hand that had been tougher to go through now that his once razor sharp blade was beginning to dull from too much use. His own blood gushed from an open wound on his chest, and the hilt of a knife could still be seen buried deep within his abdomen. He left it there to stem the flow of his blood, so that he may remain conscience until this fight was concluded. Of the hundreds of men that stood to challenge him, only one remains standing. This was the opponent he had been waiting for. A man he had once called friend now stood blade in hand ready to cut him down. Shear willpower and animal like instinct kept him alive at this point, as his conscience mind had long since been silenced by exhaustion, and turmoil. His training, and sword were all that stood between him and certain death. Attack, defend, back away, repeat. This was what his mind was telling him, over and over like the mantra of a mad man. Attack, defend, back away, repeat. Again and again, neither man was gaining much ground in this fight to the death, but neither yielded an inch to the other. They had trained together as children, shared the same master and were therefore very familiar with one an others movements. But Rei had experience on his side, this fight, this wound, they were among many that plagues his life and made him the fearsome warrior he is today. Yamamoto's movement where that of a man who had sparred before, but he had not yet been in a life or death fight where his very life hung in the balance of his actions. Yet neither him nor Rei would yield, both guided by goals that they felt were just. Rei fighting for his bound family members that lie behind Yamamoto, wide eyed and terrified. They were normal people, everyday blue collar types. They had maybe seen death on a Television, but it had not likely ever unfolded in front of their very eyes as it did this day. Yamamoto fighting for revenge of his master that had been like a father to him, tragically killed before his very eyes. Attack, defend, back away, repeat, the phrase repeated itself over and over in Rei's mind. His thoughts scatters and shatters and torn to shreds by the prolonged fighting, and his deteriorating physical state. Blades clash, blood and sweat cloud Rei's vision. Yamamoto see's his opening and takes it, as any good soldier would do. He moves his blade to the left and smashes his forehead into Rei's. This sends Rei stumbling backwards, the blood stained floor makes it hard for him to keep his footing. He slips, and is send tumbling backwards. Desperately he clammers his mind, he forces himself to regain his footing, but it's far too late now. Yamamoto has moved in for the kill, blade in hand, he rushes the temporarily vulnerable Rei and slams his right shoulder into Rei's chest. The impact causes the blade that's jammed into Rei's lower intestines to descend further into his chest cavity. The pain coupled with his exhaustion is too much for Rei. He falls to the ground, his blade slides across the blood ridden floor before coming to a stop not six feet from Rei in a pile of corpses. Yamamoto not being one to pass on this opportunity plants his foot directly in the center of Rei's chest. Rei spews blood from his mouth, it might be from the few sucker punches he received to the jaw, or the undoubtedly collapsed lung he now had, but blood was now filling his mouth. Yamamoto's face erupted into a sinister smile as he knew he had won. Yamamoto raised his blade triumphantly above his head, and spoke.

 

I've bested you Rei, you were no match for me or my army!” Yamamoto was boasting his impending victory. As he had always done in the past.

 

Well then I suppose you should get on with it then, I haven't got all day.” A cocky attitude was the last weapon he had against Yamamoto, one he knew would cut almost as deep as any sword.

 

Yamamoto was un-phased though, he chuckled softly. “You've got all eternity to relish in your victories, let me enjoy mine for a moment.”

 

It is not often you actually achieve a victory after all, aye Yamamoto?” Rei's scarred and blood covered face managed to crack a smile. Which could barely hide the immense pain he was feeling.

 

This got Yamamoto's attention, his smile quickly faded, and anger found it's way into his level head.

 

SMILE ALL YOU WANT IN HELL!” Yamamoto screamed as he raised his blade to deliver the finishing blow.

 

It was as if time stopped for a moment and let Rei take stock of his situation. His eyes were not fixed to the instrument of his demise, they were looking at his family. The ones he had come here to save, the ones he left behind all those years ago. He looked upon their terror stricken faces in disbelief, they all looked so old. Had it been so long that he couldn't even remember their faces, he though? He felt the pressure of Yamamoto's sword tip finding it's mark right in the center of his chest. Some of his family looked away, most of their eyes filled with tears, some screamed and yelled and struggled against their bonds, but there was no escape. He could not free them as he had promised, they would all probably meet a similar fate as his. Rei kept looking at his family as the light began to fade from his eyes. He saw the darkness closing in on him, it was finally going to take him this time. Drag him down into the depths of Hell where no less than a thousand men were eagerly awaiting his arrival with open arms, and daggers at the ready. Rei's muscles relaxed and an unnatural coldness took over his body, the icy grip of death no doubt. Rei's lost bit of consciousness was fading, the fight was leaving his body, the drive that had help keep him alive was now shutting down with the rest of him. Rei was almost assuredly dead.


Posted on: October 26 2014

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