eMotionless part 3


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This is the third update of “eMotionless“. (<—click here)

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This chapter has also been updated there.

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Chapter 5: again?

 

He looked at his pocket. The ring had stopped. Yes, ring! He realized it and was … what?

Nothing.

Nothing was left.

No emotions.

No more.

Or were they?

He touched his pockets, feeling that lump over there, the cell phone.

Yes, the cell phone.

He looked at it and thought,

“The only help at hand, or at the legs? Hah! Brutish jokes!”

He laughed weirdly and gulped a breath. Was he going mad? He thought in himself.

Yes, may be, but who cares?

Not him, at least at the moment.

He tried to dig into those pockets, those demon denims. Yes, demons.

His bloody hands with its broken bones, didn’t find it easy to access inside those demons.

He remembered how his father hated those jeans, how he called them sticky “rugs”. Rugs indeed! No one, not even the son of Einstein can take something out of them while sitting…check it out! Hah!

Thus, those pockets remained “inaccessible”.

His one “ok” hand and the other “broken one” together couldn’t win this “great war of pocketing while sitting”.

The phone ringed again, leaving him dumbstruck like before. He closed his ears, flinching away from the sound for some seconds, but handled himself the next moment.

He tried cooling himself down.

After some ten seconds, he became his normal, or what ever you call it.

He pressed an unknown key, and the ring stopped. (thanks to the technology, “any-key-answer”!)

He smiled a half smile again.

It was someone on the other side…someone.

“Hello Mr. Aarav Khanna…forgot? Wow!…” a faint voice from the other side said.

He pressed the “loudspeaker”. (Thanks to our tech-friendly fingers this time! Can type a whole “letter” in utter blind night, even while sleeping…)

“Hello…? Aarav? Hello?” the voice questioned again.

He opened his mouth, not sure what to say…

“Hel…loo….amm? Wh..o…?….” he said.

He then realized his voice was so…broken.

His pain reflected in his breaking, falling…quivering voice.

“Aarav? Where are you…what happened? Are you ok? I mean, your voice is…god…so gross! Where are you?

I have been calling you since…hours now! I mean…what the hell…where are you?

Priyanshu said you weren’t with him…hello? Will you speak? Aarav? Heyy…!”

He didn’t speak. Couldn’t get anything.

His mind was…say….it didn’t work like before. It slowed down.

The blood, the crack on his head…the crack on his hand, the cracks on his face, on his heart…

They worked.

Yes, they worked.

They left him mad.

“Who…are…who’s this?” he said like he didn’t know.

But that was true. He didn’t know. He couldn’t recognize.

“Aarav…this…this is me…I mean…Nistha…where are you? Are you ok?” said a concerned voice.

“Nistha? Whi…ch Nis…tha?” he said like a lunatic, “wro-ng number….”

“What? Aarav…are you mad?…look…listen…hello? ok, leave it…where are you?” she spoke, for good, I believe.

“I am…whe…e…re? Where? Amm…here…” he said looking around.

“Here? Here means what….” She spoke, but stopped. She started again, “ohk…you are here…good…and what is around?”

Detective girl? Great one!

“Around…blo…od…a….all blood…I m bloody, s..he is bloody…hah!” he said looking around.

“Blood? Wh…” she shrieked getting tensed, but controlled herself, paused for a moment and retained that erect voice lump, “ok…ok…where exactly are you? Aarav…calm down dear…please…drink some water and talk to me…gosh…its so gross…”

“Water? But…t   its… a…all blood…” he said looking around.

“Aara….ohk, listen…who else is around you? Except blood and gross…ahh…” she said weakly, getting awkward.

He looked around, and his eyes met the beauty lying near him…the cruel beauty. Aalia.

He somewhat regained his senses…weird, Right?

But yes, he did.

The cut near his heart deepened on seeing her. The brain responded. His voice grew hoarse.

“She…m…y…my…Aa…lia…Aalia…she…aaaah!…..she…me…why? Why did she …? I lov…e…d her…I lo…ve her…bu….t…why? Gosh!..aaaa….” he broke down, squealing.

His patience broke down…his ignorance broke down.

His tears broke down.

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Chapter 6: Revival

“Aalia? Ohk, what happened? What? You are ok na?…Aarav…stop wailing man!…Aar….please boy…Aar please….hello…” Nistha blew her lungs to no use.

The cry did not stop, nor did the pain.

“Aar…Aarav…are you at her house?  Hey…Tell me damn it!….Aar speak…” she cried at her loudest voice.

He stopped. Shocked.

“Don’t shout at me…,” he shouted in a high pitched voice, like a kiddo.

“Ohk, I wont…sorry sorry sorry! You at her house? Aarav…are you at her house or somewhere else?”

“Yes…I…house…yaa…”

“You are at her’s? Ohk. Fine…wait there…” she spoke and mumbled, “I couldn’t even get half of what you said….”

“Wait? Oh….k….” he spoke.

“I m hanging off Aarav…Call me if anything…amm…what…leave it….I will be there in some time….take care…love you…”

Call disconnected.

Silence again.

Too much.

He held his head in his hands wiping away those swelling unstoppable teary eyes, but they flowed, as they would never stop. Never.

After some twelve minutes, his breath left him gulping like a horse.

Those wails and cries made him worst in the present.

He held his neck…taking irregular deep breaths.

The neck swell and rose like an inflated balloon, and stayed like that for a second and then grudged inside like a deflated one.

He lay on the floor, crawling.

He needed water.

He needed air.

He needed care.

The first and second were present in plenty there, but without the third, they were inaccessible though.

Sadly.

But as the “knowledgeable” elites say, “need” makes a man do anything, and where there is a will there is a way, though the “will” wasn’t there, the need made him strong, or say, better than he was a minute ago.

The table near the rug wasn’t too away, and the water, not more than a two or three feet up.

His bony fingers crawled into the table, reaching the glass jug…the thing he needed the most.

His irregular, high pitched, over “active” breathing did not allow him to do the things in “manner”. But who cares?

Do you?

Devil!

His rough lips gulped in the maximum amount they could, excess amount dripping from the open pores near the sides.

Water is called “Amrit” right? Well, it acted like one at least.

He revived. Revived so much that he held the jug over his mouth and “bam”!.

As the common sense says, it fell down…according to the position, on Aalia’s HEAD.

A crack on the beautiful moon.

Moreover, the stroke plus the water resulted to the revival of the “shadow” moon.

Meaning, the rise of the demon.

Or should one say, demoness? No word as such, but I agree, it should be.

Here,

Rise of the psycho.

© 2012

Snehal Sahay

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To be continued – – –

(BTW, Tell me your views on the story till now.

1)Out of 10, how many stars for it?

2)Is it going too slow or unusual? What about the plot development?

3)What do you think about the characters in the story? (we have only 3 till now) is that bothering?) 😀

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eMotionless-part 2

To read the previous 3 chapters,

click here —>>(https://entangledinparadox.wordpress.com/2012/12/05/emotionless/)

This chapter has also been updated there.

Chapter 4: 12:34 am

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He got up, his world swinging. He looked around. Bloody.

All bloody around, the floor drenched with his blood. His clothes drenched in his own blood and his love…drenched in her own blood.

 

Blood.

 

He tried to get up, but useless. He turned his head towards his love who lied there, motionless.

His eyes struck with a zombie…bloody, twisted, horror in his eyes, crawling on the floor. He looked deeper.

It was him.

He looked at the figure in the mirror, shocked beyond belief, but not more than he was, when his own “girl” hit him thrice.

His face was bloody, flesh showed up here and there…the second blow made him, from the handsome cute guy, to the zombiec creature.

He looked down, not able to stand that show.

 

The air was filled with unknown noises…very dark…very deep. The rustling of leaves, oozing of winds, and barking of stray dogs, all added to the monotonous atmosphere.

 

He tried to get up, yet again, but no. He was too broken to stand up on his feet again, so quickly. Both physically and emotionally.

The wind blew from the open window making his spine shiver, and his bare wounds twitch. He covered his face in his chest, like a squirrel.

 

He looked at his girl again, his love, lying motionlessly on the rug. Eyes closed, hair spread like clouds on a moon.

Her chest rose and fell, softly, giving him a sign that she was safe. The sight of her lying there put him in a strange paradoxical situation. His heart beat to save her…to put her in his arms and elope her into his own world…but his mind…his mind told him what she did…what bloody thing she did…what bloody thing she was…

 

No! His heart cried. No!

This must be a nightmare. It must. His girl, his love could not do that to him.

But his mind reminded him, that she did. She did that. That was why he was lying there… immovable.

 

He tried to get up again, harder.

 

No use.

 

He crawled on the floor, trying to reach her near the rug. 2 minutes…3 minutes…more.

At last, he got to her.

 

He held her hand in his and stroked her pretty black curly hair, checked her pulse…he didn’t know what else he could do.

She took deep breaths, in and out…

 

If just she hadn’t done that.

Why did she do that?

She hit him…that too three times? Three? Why?

Just because he didn’t answer her calls?

That was crazy. Utterly crazy.

When did she become like that? He tried to remember, recall every moment he spent with her, but could remember nothing. She was always like that…moody. She had mood swings, but it was so cute! But since when did she became so…so…like…this?

The more he thought, more did his head pain.

 

By the way, pain? Yes! It was pain. All he was facing was pain.

Pain of being hit.

Pain of being hit 3 times.

Pain of being hit 3 times by his girl, his own girl.

His own love.

 

It was killing him more than the pain.

 

The clock tickled in the meanwhile, every second movement of its hands audible.

Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick…

 

12:54 am

 

His pain increased with every tickle of the clock.

Those thoughts were making him crazy. Mad. His mind stopped working.

 

The more he thought, the madder he became on her.

 

The pain was overpowering his sense. He held his head in his hands…his face hurt like fire. And his hands…hell.

 

“tring tring…. tring tring…. tring tring…. tring tring…. tring tring….”

 

His head pained more. What was that f*** sound?!

He wailed in pain, not even recognizing the ring of his cell phone.

 

It went into vibration alert.

 

His legs vibrated. Even that sounded like a loud ring tone in the dead night.

It went silent again.

 

Dead silence.

 

(C) 2012

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To be continued———

eMotionless

 

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Scene 1: Amidst the stars

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He looked into those crystal-clear eyes, those black radiating shining pearls that twinkled like stars in a bright night sky.

Her smile induced a sweet alluring aura in the cold hazy air.

He got a bit closer to her, but trying to maintain the “legitimate” gap.

“I love you…really…” He purred into her ears.

“How do I believe? All guys are the same…they break promises…” She said in a low monotonous tone.

“But I won’t. I will do anything for you Aalia…anything…” He said.

“Anything?” She taunted him.

“Anything and everything…I will always be on your side…” He said valiantly.

“Really? Awwww…so cute Aarav….love you too…” She said hugging him.

He hugged her back getting away from the world around…..

 

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Scene 2: next day,

                The phone beeped and beeped, crawling on the topsy-turvy bed.

No reply.

She tried again.

No reply.

Again.

No reply.

Again.

No reply.

She threw her cell on the floor which broke into pieces….

 

Later

“Hey baby…sorry, was in the bath room, didn’t hear the ring…” he said putting away the wet towel.

“Oh? Really?”

“Yaaa…”

“Do you think I am a fool?” she squealed in a high-pitched tone.

“No…why would I? I was seriously in the bathroom…I swear…”

“But you could have responded…”

“I was in the bathroom…the cell was here on my bed..”

“You COULD HAVE responded…”

“Enough man! I already said sorry…”

“Oh! Yes! Sorry? You promised me that you would never leave a call from me…”

“I didn’t do it…was in the bathroom….now don’t be a jerk…get that? Bloody bullshit man…”

“Jerk? Me a jerk? And bullshiii….How dare you…you will pay for that…”

“Really? Pay…?” he said playfully.

“Yes…you…I will kill you…”

“Awww….so sweet babes….” He giggled aloud.

“I m not kidding…tell you…how dare you…”

“Ohk…sorry…now end it…its too much already….need to go…”

“Really?”

“Yes…”

“All boys are the same…I knew…you cheat…”

“What the hell girl! Have you called me to have a fight?…grow up….hell…”

“What? Ohk…leave it…Come to my house at 8, I have a surprise for you…” she cooed.

“Really? Are you ok? I mean…you were just angry and…”

“Sharp 8”

“Amm…ok…and sorry but…”

“Ohk…bye…”

“Hello…listen…”

 

The call gets disconnected from the other side. He looks at his phone, confused.

Is the girl right at her head?

Are all girls like this? May be yes.

Weird!

 

 

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Scene 3: the night

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“Hey! Welcome!” she squired and caught his hand, pulling him in.

“Thanks…and sorry for the day….but I was taking a bath, seriously…” He said hugging her.

“It doesn’t matter to me now…” She chirped, “I have planned things…”

“What? Oh! That’s so nice of you…And what was my surprise?” he said eagerly.

“You need to have patience love…” She winked.

He looked at her amused. Wow!

Weird at that again!

 

After 2 hours

“Hey! I think I will go…its already 10:16 … the roads are not safe these days at night…” he said looking at his watch.

“But I didn’t give you your gift..” she said lazily.

“Next time girly. The food was amazing….And you looked great..” he smiled kissing her cheek.

“Thanks. But wait for sometime….” She said blushing.

“No….I need to go…” he said getting up.

“Wait for some time…please…” she cooed.

“Nope…not today…meet you tomorrow…bye gorgeous…”

“You need to stay…” she cried at him.

“Why are you shouting? We’ll talk tomorrow…Bye” He said opening the door.

“No…” She shouted standing in front of the door.

He looked shocked, not being able to understand her mood swings.

“Dear, I had a work to do which I left in half… and the roads aren’t safe even…so I need to go…” He tried to be calm.

“No…you promised me you would do anything for me…so don’t go…”

“I would do that, but at the time, I need to go…so, may I?”

“NO…..” She shouted like a 3-year old child.

He laughed and hugged her.

“Bye… love you…” he kissed her on her forehead and went for the door.

He fell down with an unbearable pain in his head.

He touched his head,

Blood.

Too much of blood.

All bloody.

He was taken aback.

He looked around and saw his love with a hammer in her hand. Bloody at that.

 

“Wha…” he tried to question.

“Because you all deserve it. Yes…you do. You make promises and break them…You are losers…”

“But what di….”

She screamed and hit him hard again with the hammer, on his face this time.

“Didn’t answer my call even…talked to me rudely…but leave it… I told you…I had plans…”

She hit him a third blow, on his hands this time.

He cried in pain.

She tried to hit him again, but he forced her away and she fell down. The hammer hit her on the head.

She fell down, motionless…

They fell down, motionless.

 

Everything stopped.

Motionless.

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Chapter 4: 12:34 am

 

 

He got up, his world swinging. He looked around. Bloody.

All bloody around, the floor drenched with his blood. His clothes drenched in his own blood and his love…drenched in her own blood.

Blood.

He tried to get up, but useless. He turned his head towards his love who lied there, motionless.

His eyes struck with a zombie…bloody, twisted, horror in his eyes, crawling on the floor. He looked deeper.

It was him.

He looked at the figure in the mirror, shocked beyond belief, but not more than he was, when his own “girl” hit him thrice.

His face was bloody, flesh showed up here and there…the second blow made him, from the handsome cute guy, to the zombiec creature.

He looked down, not able to stand that show.

The air was filled with unknown noises…very dark…very deep. The rustling of leaves, oozing of winds, and barking of stray dogs, all added to the monotonous atmosphere.

He tried to get up, yet again, but no. He was too broken to stand up on his feet again, so quickly. Both physically and emotionally.

The wind blew from the open window making his spine shiver, and his bare wounds twitch. He covered his face in his chest, like a squirrel.

He looked at his girl again, his love, lying motionlessly on the rug. Eyes closed, hair spread like clouds on a moon.

Her chest rose and fell, softly, giving him a sign that she was safe. The sight of her lying there put him in a strange paradoxical situation. His heart beat to save her…to put her in his arms and elope her into his own world…but his mind…his mind told him what she did…what bloody thing she did…what bloody thing she was…

No! His heart cried. No!

This must be a nightmare. It must. His girl, his love could not do that to him.

But his mind reminded him, that she did. She did that. That was why he was lying there… immovable.

He tried to get up again, harder.

No use.

He crawled on the floor, trying to reach her near the rug. 2 minutes…3 minutes…more.

At last, he got to her.

He held her hand in his and stroked her pretty black curly hair, checked her pulse…he didn’t know what else he could do.

She took deep breaths, in and out…

If just she hadn’t done that.

Why did she do that?

She hit him…that too three times? Three? Why?

Just because he didn’t answer her calls?

That was crazy. Utterly crazy.

When did she become like that? He tried to remember, recall every moment he spent with her, but could remember nothing. She was always like that…moody. She had mood swings, but it was so cute! But since when did she became so…so…like…this?

The more he thought, more did his head pain.

By the way, pain? Yes! It was pain. All he was facing was pain.

Pain of being hit.

Pain of being hit 3 times.

Pain of being hit 3 times by his girl, his own girl.

His own love.

It was killing him more than the pain.

The clock tickled in the meanwhile, every second movement of its hands audible.

Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick…

12:54 am

His pain increased with every tickle of the clock.

Those thoughts were making him crazy. Mad. His mind stopped working.

The more he thought, the madder he became on her.

The pain was overpowering his sense. He held his head in his hands…his face hurt like fire. And his hands…hell.

“tring tring…. tring tring…. tring tring…. tring tring…. tring tring….”

His head pained more. What was that f*** sound?!

He wailed in pain, not even recognizing the ring of his cell phone.

It went into vibration alert.

His legs vibrated. Even that sounded like a loud ring tone in the dead night.

It went silent again.

Dead silence.

 

 

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Chapter 5: again?

 

He looked at his pocket. The ring had stopped. Yes, ring! He realized it and was … what?

Nothing.

Nothing was left.

No emotions.

No more.

Or were they?

He touched his pockets, feeling that lump over there, the cell phone.

Yes, the cell phone.

He looked at it and thought,

“The only help at hand, or at the legs? Hah! Brutish jokes!”

He laughed weirdly and gulped a breath. Was he going mad? He thought in himself.

Yes, may be, but who cares?

Not him, at least at the moment.

He tried to dig into those pockets, those demon denims. Yes, demons.

His bloody hands with its broken bones, didn’t find it easy to access inside those demons.

He remembered how his father hated those jeans, how he called them sticky “rugs”. Rugs indeed! No one, not even the son of Einstein can take something out of them while sitting…check it out! Hah!

Thus, those pockets remained “inaccessible”.

His one “ok” hand and the other “broken one” together couldn’t win this “great war of pocketing while sitting”.

The phone ringed again, leaving him dumbstruck like before. He closed his ears, flinching away from the sound for some seconds, but handled himself the next moment.

He tried cooling himself down.

After some ten seconds, he became his normal, or what ever you call it.

He pressed an unknown key, and the ring stopped. (thanks to the technology, “any-key-answer”!)

He smiled a half smile again.

It was someone on the other side…someone.

“Hello Mr. Aarav Khanna…forgot? Wow!…” a faint voice from the other side said.

He pressed the “loudspeaker”. (Thanks to our tech-friendly fingers this time! Can type a whole “letter” in utter blind night, even while sleeping…)

“Hello…? Aarav? Hello?” the voice questioned again.

He opened his mouth, not sure what to say…

“Hel…loo….amm? Wh..o…?….” he said.

He then realized his voice was so…broken.

His pain reflected in his breaking, falling…quivering voice.

“Aarav? Where are you…what happened? Are you ok? I mean, your voice is…god…so gross! Where are you?

I have been calling you since…hours now! I mean…what the hell…where are you?

Priyanshu said you weren’t with him…hello? Will you speak? Aarav? Heyy…!”

 

He didn’t speak. Couldn’t get anything.

His mind was…say….it didn’t work like before. It slowed down.

The blood, the crack on his head…the crack on his hand, the cracks on his face, on his heart…

They worked.

 

Yes, they worked.

 

They left him mad.

 

“Who…are…who’s this?” he said like he didn’t know.

But that was true. He didn’t know. He couldn’t recognize.

 

“Aarav…this…this is me…I mean…Nistha…where are you? Are you ok?” said a concerned voice.

 

“Nistha? Whi…ch Nis…tha?” he said like a lunatic, “wro-ng number….”

 

“What? Aarav…are you mad?…look…listen…hello? ok, leave it…where are you?” she spoke, for good, I believe.

“I am…whe…e…re? Where? Amm…here…” he said looking around.

 

“Here? Here means what….” She spoke, but stopped. She started again, “ohk…you are here…good…and what is around?”

Detective girl? Great one!

 

“Around…blo…od…a….all blood…I m bloody, s..he is bloody…hah!” he said looking around.

 

“Blood? Wh…” she shrieked getting tensed, but controlled herself, paused for a moment and retained that erect voice lump, “ok…ok…where exactly are you? Aarav…calm down dear…please…drink some water and talk to me…gosh…its so gross…”

 

“Water? But…t   its… a…all blood…” he said looking around.

 

“Aara….ohk, listen…who else is around you? Except blood and gross…ahh…” she said weakly, getting awkward.

 

He looked around, and his eyes met the beauty lying near him…the cruel beauty. Aalia.

He somewhat regained his senses…weird, Right?

But yes, he did.

The cut near his heart deepened on seeing her. The brain responded. His voice grew hoarse.

“She…m…y…my…Aa…lia…Aalia…she…aaaah!…..she…me…why? Why did she …? I lov…e…d her…I lo…ve her…bu….t…why? Gosh!..aaaa….” he broke down, squealing.

His patience broke down…his ignorance broke down.

His tears broke down.

 

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Chapter 6: Revival

 

 “Aalia? Ohk, what happened? What? You are ok na?…Aarav…stop wailing man!…Aar….please boy…Aar please….hello…” Nistha blew her lungs to no use.

The cry did not stop, nor did the pain.

 

“Aar…Aarav…are you at her house?  Hey…Tell me damn it!….Aar speak…” she cried at her loudest voice.

 

He stopped. Shocked.

 

“Don’t shout at me…,” he shouted in a high pitched voice, like a kiddo.

“Ohk, I wont…sorry sorry sorry! You at her house? Aarav…are you at her house or somewhere else?”

“Yes…I…house…yaa…”

“You are at her’s? Ohk. Fine…wait there…” she spoke and mumbled, “I couldn’t even get half of what you said….”

“Wait? Oh….k….” he spoke.

“I m hanging off Aarav…Call me if anything…amm…what…leave it….I will be there in some time….take care…love you…”

 

Call disconnected.

 

Silence again.

Too much.

 

He held his head in his hands wiping away those swelling unstoppable teary eyes, but they flowed, as they would never stop. Never.

 

After some twelve minutes, his breath left him gulping like a horse.

Those wails and cries made him worst in the present.

He held his neck…taking irregular deep breaths.

 

The neck swell and rose like an inflated balloon, and stayed like that for a second and then grudged inside like a deflated one.

He lay on the floor, crawling.

 

He needed water.

 

He needed air.

 

He needed care.

 

The first and second were present in plenty there, but without the third, they were inaccessible though.

Sadly.

 

But as the “knowledgeable” elites say, “need” makes a man do anything, and where there is a will there is a way, though the “will” wasn’t there, the need made him strong, or say, better than he was a minute ago.

 

The table near the rug wasn’t too away, and the water, not more than a two or three feet up.

His bony fingers crawled into the table, reaching the glass jug…the thing he needed the most.

 

His irregular, high pitched, over “active” breathing did not allow him to do the things in “manner”. But who cares?

Do you?

Devil!

 

His rough lips gulped in the maximum amount they could, excess amount dripping from the open pores near the sides.

 

Water is called “Amrit” right? Well, it acted like one at least.

He revived. Revived so much that he held the jug over his mouth and “bam”!.

 

As the common sense says, it fell down…according to the position, on Aalia’s HEAD.

 

 

A crack on the beautiful moon.

 

Moreover, the stroke plus the water resulted to the revival of the “shadow” moon.

Meaning, the rise of the demon.

Or should one say, demoness? No word as such, but I agree, it should be.

 

 

Here,

Rise of the psycho. 

 

 

 

© 2012 

Snehal Sahay 

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To be continued – – –

 

(BTW, Tell me your views on the story till now.

1)Out of 10, how many stars for it?

2)Is it going too slow or unusual? What about the plot development?

3)What do you think about the characters in the story? (we have only 3 till now) is that bothering?) 😀

 

Thanks here!

 

 

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To be continued

No more life

 

 

Dark crimson

Red,

Some black

Some bluish pigments

Spots she had.

 

She lied there

Unmovable

Untreatable

Unused,

Outguessed

Remains

The reason of her

Such state,

Remains

In her

Solid cold bones.

 

Her pink turned black lips

Her brown caramel eyes

Her breathless

Noiseless

Motionless

Lifeless

Body.

 

 

Unmovable

Unseen

Reason of her

Present state,

Unknown.

 

Only some dripping hot blood

Shows

That before a while

She was movable

Treatable

Worth guessed

Outraged.

 

Why?

 

No one knows

No one guesses

No one feels

No one shows

No one tries

No one wants

No one does

No one does know

 

No one

 

 

Except that

She will never return

Ever.

 

 

© 2012

 

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This post was an answer to the daily prompt, “http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2012/11/30/daily-prompt-imitationflattery/” ie, copying your favorite blogger style of writing! Woof! Cool right?

Not likely. Trying to imitate someone, but not losing your own style, however, your style must not overlap your inspirations…Woof! Too much to handle!

So, one of my favorites and the one who I never though I could copy, the free verse writer  THE NAUGHTY POET, (http://thenaughtypoet.wordpress.com/) is imitated here by me . Hope its not too bad. Would love to hear from my inspiration himself, as well as my lovely friends.

 

 

Thank you!

Enjoy!

 

The wierd human rights

 

Killed 247

Still alive,

Laughed at innocent deaths,

Lives in thrive.

 

Was driven to court,

When was caught,

Proven guilty

In one shot.

 

Still sent to another

Court for plea

Millions for safety

Spend on thee!

 

Proven guilty,

Plead Anyway,

Still more years

In a heavenly jail!

 

And again the mighty

 Story runs

The cruel killer,

Sees the sun.

 

Escapes and

Never returns

If not, he

Still lives with puns!

 

After a couple

Of years then,

Sentenced to death

Are such men

 

If ever.

But then they plea

A longer tale

Of survival. See.

 

Then the godly

Humans we,

Open our hearts

And let them “free”.

 

If not,

They are sent to be slay

But the “humanity”

Of our society is blamed!

 

How can we be

So hard at heart?

Kill a mighty

Creature Of god!!!

 

The one who did kill

 only “247”

How can we do such?

Being women and men!

 

The human rights

And all the great,

Men and women

Their positions take!

 

“Humanity slayed!
Humanity slayed!!!”

Cry the voices

At once, awake!

 

Yes, they are right

It’s a human amidst,

Hundreds of innocent

Humans who killed.

 

Oh, it was a

Big mistake

They will not repeat

Their “souls” are blazed.

 

Yes they did

Kill hundreds of men,

But they did not

Know it then!!!

 

The gun fired

Itself and out.

They did not hear

The painful shouts.

 

They were so innocent

That they didn’t

Know that they were

Being a villain.

 

They did not see

The crimson red blood flow

Out of the wounds

They themselves blow.

 

They did not see

The grief stricken mother

Crying for her child each second

Growing shudder.

 

They did not see

The breathless brother

Carrying in his arms

His dead sister.

 

Who carried her,

As if she

Would get up, hug him,

And start to speak.

 

Nor did they see,

The infant or the kid

Crumble in pain

In their mum’s hid…

 

The bride who had just,

Wed some days in bloom

Sitting like a statue

Near his headless groom.

 

The flowing lava

Of blood or pain

The big big eyes

Fear-grief stricken.

 

No he didn’t.

Trust him friends!

He did not mean

To harm them then.

 

And he is

sorry now

And so god,

Must be proud!

 

Forgiveness

Is in our blood

He has his

“Human” rights as such.

 

Yes he has.

For he is still a human

After brutally

Slaughtering for fun!

 

No, trust me!

He isn’t a devil

We must give him

A chance, we will.

 

As he did

To them he killed,

He didn’t?

Oh! Leave it still.

 

He does have

A tender heart.

A family, a friend

A wife not far.

 

How will his

Big family live?

We must forgive

For sorry he is.

 

For those he killed

Had no family as such,

No one needed them, trust me,

Don’t be harsh much!

 

He will not repeat,

He has already told.

Now stop your questions

He is getting bored.

 

Human rights! Human rights!

Human rights!

A thing for which he can

Always fight.

 

For those he killed,

Had nothing as such

They weren’t humans,

Don’t care so much!

 

And so,

By mighty humanity

Our “innocent” killer

Is left free!

 

Given an amount

To restart his life,

So he can

Live with his beautiful wife.

 

Those he killed?

Oh! Already dead!

Their near ones

Have no left tear to shed.

 

But what?

Its all about human rights.

Anyone can

Take some free advice.

 

If you are killed,

You are no longer human, man.

You killed them?

You are alive? Yes? So you can!

 

Plead a bit for your

Beloved life

Live happily with your

Bloody knife.

 

Human rights!

Human rights!
The devil has also

Some human rights.

 

A bloody devil who

Cut hundreds before his eyes

A heartless demon who

Enjoyed the pain of the dying sight!

 

Human rights!

Human rights!

Wow! The weird abnormal

Human rights!

 

©2012

 

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These are my own personnel views. I hereby state, its not against anyone or anything as such.

I respect human rights of people, but don’t get how devils who heartlessly slaughter hundreds of innocent lives have got them!

Terrorists and anti-social agents destroy the peace of the society and the world, leave millions of children homeless and parent-less, and if ever caught (if ever), are forgiven because of some “weirdo” human rights? Wow!

 

A person who does not even has the minimum “capabilities” and “qualifications” for being called a human!

Yes, you heard right, “qualification”.

I m not talking of educational qualifications, but there must be some “code” to be called a human.

 

What do you think? Are such devils humans?

 

Thanks!