Story: The mysterious case

“The case is mysterious as two of the boys are still missing.”

“What about the boy who appeared after three days? I asked

“He’s still in shock. He’s miserable”, the duty officer closed his file as he finished giving me brief.

“Ma’am, It’s been said that the place is haunted”, he tried to warn me.

“What nonsense!” I shouted, “Why can’t you just concentrate on the case?”

“Here is the picture of the spot where the boys went missing”, he looked embarrass as he placed the picture on my table.

“Ma’am everything’s fine?”

Licking my lips, I tried to appear calm, “Oh yes, just bring me some water,” I forced myself to smile.

“Yes, Ma’am”, said he and left the room

As, I looked down at the picture, I felt a tingling sensation down my spine.

Later, the sole witness died in the hospital and the case remained unresolved.

Nobody but I know the truth about that picture. They weren’t ordinary stones.

They were two horrible faces and I saw them shrieking with fear.

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I was under the weather and was not able to read and write here. It’s quite better and I’m off to read your posts now 🙂

This week’s photo prompt is provided by Louise with “The Storyteller’s Abode.” Thank you Louise! Thanks Priceless Joy for another exciting challenge. Word count is 175.

We are suppose to write a story within limit of 100 – 150 words (+ – 25 words).

A Tale Of Two Cities!

a tale of two cities

I’ve just checked. The level of humidity in my city is 84 percent. It’s July and the area is experiencing the monsoon rains. The muggy weather has made the job of breathing difficult.In the midst of all these conditions, I’ve finished reading my book.

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair…”

It’s been more than two days that I have finished the book, and I’m still hearing the echo of these words.

The feelings of love, hatred, vengeance and sacrifice are present in the novel. Written against the backdrop of “French Revolution”, the novel beautifully narrates the story of human suffering.

I admire the character of “Dr. Manette”. The feelings of pathos arose for “Charles Draney” but my heart ached for “Sydney Carton”. The tragic hero of the novel stands tall and brilliant.

This is the story of love and hatred. The lovely heart of “Lucie” nourished the withered heart of her father.

“A tale of two cities” is all about “Resurrection”. In the beginning the doctor was “Called to Life”. Charles Darnay was resurrected more than thrice and finally the heart touching sacrifice of “Sydney Carton” which resurrected him in the end.

Sydney Carton, a wastrel fellow was an ordinary man. There is nothing about him which admires us in the beginning but in the end he simply outshined others.

“A tale of two Cities” is a story of horror and bloodshed. And, in the midst of this bloody revolution, the good characters emerge. For, the selfless doctor and the pure hearts of Lucie and Carton give us hope.

“Liberty, Equality and Fraternity” is the national motto of France and it finds its origin in “French Revolution”. The difference between haves and have not was wide. The aristocracy was enjoying and the ordinary man was suffering.

Thus, “seething cauldron” of hatred gave rise to horror and bloodshed in France.  And, I’m of the view that bloodshed and mob violence would never bring heaven on earth.

Do you agree? What really inspires you about this novel?

Story: The dark magic

library

Down the hallway, the grandfather clock chimed and adds fear to the night.

In the library, time flew, as she frantically searched for the magical spell.

She knew it was her last opportunity, but as she looked at the endless rows of books, she felt helpless. She approached a window, and when she looked down in the garden, she got terrified.

It was there!

The shadow was there in the garden, yet she didn’t have a spell to ward it off. Hands trembling, she raced towards the bookshelf and immediately began looking for the magical book.

Then a staircase jolted from heavy footsteps.

The jolt jarred loose the books from her hands, and when she leaned down to pick them up, she sensed someone behind the door. Mouth dried and hands still trembling, she noticed the worn pages of the book…the magical spell was lying there in front of her eyes.

She started to recite while watching the door now turn. Whoever was behind the door wanted to come.

“Abdubia.Adadadoodi Skippadoodi.Afa afca Nostra…” , she read aloud while shaking with fear.

Suddenly, the door flung open and she closed her eyes.

“What the hell is going on here? Its way past midnight and you are still up?”  she opened her eyes. It was just her mother.

“Sorry mom I was writing my story”, she explained.

“Enough! I’m sick of this nonsense. My goodness, you are supposed to wake up for school in the morning and you are only writing this useless stuff. I need to talk to your father about you”, she yelled.

She tucked her in the blanket and turned the light off. And, as she heard the receding footsteps of her mother, she got up from her bed.

How could she sleep without completing her story?

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Five Photos-Five stories Day 4

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I had been looking for that opportunity for a long time. My opponent was begging for his life but I knew that that was a moment to take revenge.

Keeping my fingers on the trigger, I closed my eyes and started to count 5, 4… He was crying.

3, 2…He was pleading …1.

Burst of gun and then a deep silence.

I opened my eyes and saw him lying dead in a pool of blood.

 

 

 

“Cut”, the director said, “Perfect expressions!”

I felt flattered. After all, that was going to become a start of my wonderful career.

 

 

 

Many thanks to Ruchi for giving me an opportunity to participate in this “Five Photos – Five Stories” challenge. I’m supposed to post a picture, one per day for five days, and write five stories one for each day.

Today, I’d like to select Nimmi to come and join me in this challenge.

You need to post a picture every day for five days and write a story that go along with it. It can be a piece of fiction or non fiction. Don’t worry there is no restriction for the length of your writing.

This challenge is not mandatory. But, I hope you’ll accept it. Believe me you’ll have a lot of fun.

Five Photos-Five stories Day 1

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Clutching the faded photograph of his wife, he stood there quite afraid. He began to quiver like a dried leaf as he recognized her icy voice. She was whispering,”Evidence can be erased but memories survive. We both know that my death was no accident.” Her shrieks charged darkness with fear. He turned the TV off.

Sometimes horror movies hit too close to home.

Thanks to Ruchi who challenged me to participate in this “Five Days Challenge”. I’m supposed to post a picture, one per day for five days, and write five stories one for each day.

I’d like to select CONQUERINGANTHROPOPHOBIA to come and join me in this challenge. You need to post a picture every day for five days and write a story that go along with it. It can be a piece of fiction or non fiction. Don’t worry there is no restriction for the length of your writing.

This challenge is not mandatory. But, I hope you’ll accept it. Believe me you’ll have a lot of fun.

Image credit: (Google Image)

A day of horrible experience!

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That roaring sound of sirens still reverberates in my ears. There was a scene of chaos. The ambulance drivers were constantly shouting and asking for space and I stood there quite petrified.

All we knew was that that there was a suicide attack near High court and as a result lots of police men were injured.

The High Court was quite near. So, as soon as the news broke out, all the students started to receive frantic calls from their homes. The classes got dismissed. We were told that buses were not likely to come. So, I and three of my friends decided to take rickshaw.

As I stepped outside from the University premises, I sensed the smell of horror in the air. Cars whizzed past us and everyone seemed to be in a hurry.

Soon, the sirens of ambulances added fear and anxiety to the scene. The paramedics were shouting, “Step aside. Clear the area.”  I can still recall their panic stricken voices. Those shouting human voices were enough to make me terrified.

My palms were sweating and my heart was racing. I could feel the strange sensation in my head and I was not able to comprehend the situation.

Soon, the traffic police came into action .In no time the road got cleared and the traffic was diverted.

An elderly man approached us and warned us that it was not safe for us to remain there. Terrified as we were, we turned back.

The roads were blocked and it was difficult for our parents to reach us. We had no choice but to wait. We remained there till evening when somehow the brother of my friend managed to come.

As, I reached home, my family took a sigh of relief. My mother was especially worried for me. My ordeal of the day finally got ended.

There is no denying the fact that that was a horrific experience and today while writing it down, I can find some great lessons hidden in it.

On that day my teacher was delivering us an important lecture. He was called outside by his colleague and was informed about the situation but he didn’t show any sign of anxiety and carried out with his lecture.

The traffic police man and those ambulance drivers all kept their nerves. They wholeheartedly fulfilled their duties.

On my way back to home, I saw young people standing outside the Hospital. They seemed eager in donating their blood.

Many police men died on that day and lots of them got injured.

Yes, there is a blood and horror in this narration but deep in this tale there exist a story of courage and bravery.  As, from my teacher to that lonely traffic policeman and from that ambulance driver to all those young people, there prevails a story of great sacrifice and courage.

My experience had taught me that they all performed their duty very well.I’d like to salute them all.