They were trained not from birth but from the womb. There was no technology or combat they were novice. Arjun lead them, king of all arts. Neena the swiftest and best in combat team, longed him. There were situations that required informal punishments, swift justice. Arjun winced at his bane to be used as a boon, his claws shined in the moonlight. But this was confusing, a suspected social offender has been attacked by a wolf last night and it was not him. He was on vigil, the footsteps that were familiar yet not his ended abruptly outside this window.
He waited, they were always swift. When he saw that slim agile thing that jumped out of the patio window he picked pace. Quickly captured, a look at the claws glistening in moonlight, he froze. “If not in a pack shall we hunt as a duo? “ Neena asked playfully!
Ritvik was in the majority. Son of a middle class banker but extremely quick witted. Seema the foolish rich lass was an easy target to entangle in his venomous trap called love. Finishing her wasn’t either difficult thanks to her bipolar disorder. Overdosing her and later cutting her 3 nerves under Palm was a convenient suicide.Bequethed with a grieving rich widower badge turning into an eligible bachelor was easy.
As planned Sera joined as his secretary marrying him after a careful year. All went well till Rita was born. Doctors were surprised that she had the same cut marks.If this was to be coincidence, Ritvik started complaining her eyes following him constantly and hearing her sinister laugh all time.
He was diagnosed with depression soon.
karma works for free mister…..
She had packed all her savings, not a penny less. Tonight was it. She could teach singing to earn and he excelled in plumbing and electrical. They were determined to take this step. They had enough domination and free advice for a lifetime. Tolerating ill-treatment at one’s own home was not easy. An incidental meeting at the local grocery store lead to stolen moments regularly.
Here she is at the local railway station minutes crawling very slowly. She was confident he could not disappoint her but the instinctive fear did surface. At the exact moment the train entered he touched her shoulder and flashed his mesmerizing smile sans teeth.
The entire compartment looked in awe at the silver-haired, wrinkled Sam and Rose chatter nonstop all night like two happy birds.
I lacked the tact my mother was bequeathed with. Looks were an asset in this business but tact decided if you got the cream. She could make a band of men follow her just by looking at them coyly and pouting her lips seductively. She oozed sensuality. I trained myself to imitate her; for this was our livelihood . But nervousness crept in as this was my first time .The tall, muscular guy in the bar looks tempting though. “Can you get me a drink” I sing, in the usual sultry seductive tone. He looks up and smiles. Clean shave, branded clothes, expensive boots and tight jugular veins. It would be a treat to savor till the last drop of his blood. Then before sunlight I can happily get into the hidden coffin and sleep all tomorrow.
100 Word Story Winners 2015
The challenge was mighty: tell us a tale using exactly 100 well-chosen words. In this fast fiction contest there’s not a syllable to waste. Every detail needs to move the story along so, by the end, the reader is left chuckling or teased or – as we found with this year’s brilliant winner – simply amazed. Read on!
Winner: Sowmya Ramkumar, Singapore
The blue dress fluttered tastefully. Pride
decorated the village head’s face. A hundred pairs of bedazzled eyes
watched. Someone opined it was black magic; another queried who is holding
it? The women of the household received special attention. Kids imitated the
object’s motion. Word went out to the neighbouring villages. Lemonade and
candy floss vendors cashed in on the crowd that came to witness the spectacle.
The priest was called to perform special rituals. Staring at the
portrait of my grandfather dating back to circa 1900, I can hardly imagine
the pride of owning a ceiling fan in then India.
Sowmya is a married 30-year-old chartered accountant and mother of one. “I am inspired by basic things that I can observe around me and I aspire to project them in an interesting manner.” She wins $1000.
The Judges said: A beautifully poetic piece that conjures up memories of another time and place.
This post is a humble attempt to write on a story prompt, all under 100 words. An attempt to channelize the non tamable, strong and seductive imagination skills to work within a periphery. Check out if my story telling skills in shackles are as interesting as a free hit!!!
Bedazzled was the word, he emptied pockets to own that piece. It never failed to impress his acquaintances. All was well, until one evening he noticed something strange, one of the three men looked sideways. He blamed it on the cheap wine. Sky fell on Friday when he noticed the umbrella in the painting held opened. He sat fixed at the piece the whole day. He was going crazy. Idea! He took his mobile and clicked proof. Seconds later he stood in a gloomy endless road, his room on the other side of the glass. He waited to be clicked.
Celebrations adorned Minister’s house on his birthday
A honest gentleman. But I wanted to do this not on motive. The fun to see it happen was priceless.
Sneaking amidst hundreds of thronging supports is not easy. Bringing the equipment undetected
I would wait for cutting the cake. Poor man, deserved a few moments of happiness before my golden moment.
Here he comes clad all white. No one noticed me moving closer.
Cake cut, song sung, then BANG!!!! Red flowered on the white shirt. Many loud gasps……..
Minister laughed aloud being hit by a paintball by his grandson. What a treat?
Neel was to be called in next the office assistant announced. His mind went numb the stress was intolerable. This interview was crucial for the future rested on this. He was of the few who had qualified the written test and group discussion. Lately, he had almost spent every night sleepless, gobbling up every bit of information he could on the anticipated questions. The previous candidate exited with a pale face, the result instantly known. The feared moment finally came; Neel stepped in and profusely greeted all the three, first impression?
“So you are Vivan’s father who’s to be admitted into Kindergarten? Shall us being the interview?” the silver haired principal rather ordered.
The onslaught has begun!!!
“Will I hurt baby? This is my first time! Even my parents don’t know “
For a change it was him asking! “
“You love me right? Then trust me “She consoled
“I know a safe place” she calmed him down.
He was thrilled but scared at the same time. The flow of emotions was uncontrollable and indescribable. She was adventurous and he always loved giving in. Role reversal!
They reached; the moment had finally come, “everything has a first time “she whispered in his ears. He lied down, complying. She held him down, half by might half by locking his gaze. Ten minutes and a baby like whimper later, both screamed in ecstasy!
His ears were piecered. A long-time dream come true!
Before she knew it, she was crouched on the dusty attic, waiting for the stairs to creak. She knew they came in a group and were armed generously. The worst of the lot was the multi needled drill, a punch and you will feel like burning in hell. A few of her friends were attacked last week and still had not recovered the strike. Doorbell rang and beads of sweat broke in her forehead. She controlled the impulse to cry or scream, the end was near. She heard muffled noises downstairs and prayers were her only recourse. “Sheela the community vaccination nurse is here, come down quick” her mother yelled.