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Paranormal |NOTHING IN PROMPTICULAR| DAY TEN CONDITION: Paranormal PROMPT: She was still blind folded as she felt along the ground, but she could smell the stench… Flora was in an unfamiliar place. That stench however, revived a dead memory. It was repulsive! Like eggs gone bad in a river of curdled milk. She had been there before…that’s all she knew. Her attempts at removing the blindfold had failed. In darkness, she groped the smooth pebbles on the ground. “Flo! Remember!” She flung some pebbles in frustration. “Hey! You don’t throw pebbles at people!” Someone snapped back. Flora stiffened. The lump in her throat kept her from talking. “Flora! Apologize right this instant!” “You…you kn..know my n..name?” Flora scooched away from the voice as she spoke. “Flora now I’m hurt. First you try to stone me and now, you can’t even tell it’s me?” The voice began again, closing what little separation Flora had managed. “Gra…grandma?” “Yes! It’s me, your beloved grandmother.” She patted Flora’s head. Just like she used to. … “This is a dream. This is a dream! THIS IS A DREAM!” Flora repeated as she scurried out of touch. “That’s rude and insensitive! You are wishing me away?” “Grandma I was at your funeral! Did you fake your death?” Flora begun. “Now you call me dishonest? I regret ever making you cookies.” Granny snapped. “They were chewy. All the time!” Flora fired back. Granny gasped, “leave my cookies out of this!” Granny sighed and went on, “Why do millennials say the most hurtful things?” “Because you guys take us for granted. Even in death I see. I’m legal! I have rights.” Flora answered. “And why can’t I get this blindfold off?” “ There’s no blindfold. It’s a simple spell.” Granny admitted. “Sp….spell?” “You are special Flora, that’s why we are here.” “You br…brought me here?” “Yes dear, there is something I need to teach you.” ... “Flora. Concentrate. What do you see?” “Grandma, your spell is over my eyes still. I’m blind!” Flora couldn’t hide her frustration. She was tired, hungry, and probably missing her favorite TV show. “You don’t need your eyes to see. You have two more chances Flora. Concentrate and tell me what you see” Granny spoke again. More intensely this time. “I am not doing anything you say!” Flora countered. “Time is running out!” “And what do I care?” “You will find how Ken was killed. You can protect the very few friends you have left!” Granny's outburst ran chills down Flora’s spine. “Grandma, How do you know about Ken. You know about his death too?” “Flora, what do you see?” Granny spoke up with a sense of desperation. “I…I see pebbles.” “What else Flora? What else?” “There are hills, and there’s agony, and there are tears.” “Now you know where we are. Your last try Flora! Tell me. WHAT DO YOU SEE??” Flora gasped and fell backwards. Smashing her head into the pebbles. She quaked. She writhed. Pain ran through her body. A moment of stillness and then, A SHRIEK! “Flora, Flora, now! Tell me! What did you see?” “Grandma.” Flora began. “Where were you the night Dad died?” “Oh I was out of town.” Granny answered… “Flora dear, what did you see?” “I saw everything Granny. I saw the start. I saw the end.” Flora started. “You were there that night…”
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IRONY I remember he once said , "You should love yourself like you'd want other people to love you. And I love myself just the same way. " He looked so charming that I couldn't help but love him and believe every word he'd say. And somewhere, through the time, I forgot the first sentence he said. I remember, when I was with him, I always felt like I'm in a haze, as if I'm swimming in water and he is Poseidon, controlling my waters. As if I'm not in his heart, but his hands. It almost felt like cocaine, except that I was high on him. Whatever he would say, I'd believe. He said I should be happy and I'm happy. He said I should be sad, and I'm sad. But every drug starts to harm your body and mind sooner or later. I had overdosed on him. And I felt like I couldn't breathe if he wasn't near me. I wanted to be with him, but all I felt was that I was drowning in his ocean. Maybe it was his over effect. My friends tried to help me, but nothing would pass through my mind, 'thick skull', he'd say. One day, I dared to ask him that why he was flirting with another girl. And I saw that devil in his eyes that made me flinch and just when he saw the fear on my face, he showed me who was in control and had more power. It was the first time but not the last. He'd call me different names I would rather not think of again , but some days he'd make me feel like a princess. While someday, a prisoner. Maybe he was right. But one day, he said he'd leave me. And he did. He just left me, without another word. I got a text later, he said that I was caging him. And I asked myself a better example of irony.
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Hi Dear RC Friends... Now it’s sleeping time.... So Good Night to all my well wishers and my gorgeous friends... Have a nice night with sweet dreams my Dear Friends... Again Good Night and sweet Dreams... Thanks for always with me Buddies
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Drowning all the way down. I did build up walls, secured myself in a world of my own, but still those waves hit me, drowning me all the way down. A hand that came from somewhere, shook my faith in myself to the bone, the hand went away, but the aftermath made me drown. A constant struggle, a ferocious war, going on with and against myself, making me hate what I am, just because I was being myself. A small crime, to be what I am, made me an object of loathe, made me drown in waves of depression, but, then I made an oath. No one must be my boundary, no one should be the brutal judge, who will make me drown again, their oppression won't make me budge. I rose from the waves, winning against a weaker me, let's see if they win now, if they can define me. P.S : They here is anyone who made me believe that I am not good enough.
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A Boy (Short Story) Ravi, the most misinterpreted boy of the class, why you ask?, in graduation when he was in second semester, he had to rewrite the exams because he was suspended on grounds of cheating . How? Another sad story, he asked for a pen from a boy sitting right in front of his desk and the boy had hidden a big note in the pen's body for cheating. Ravi and the boy did not notice and took the pen. Everything went well, he wrote the exam and was confident of getting good marks. When he went to the teacher to submit the sheet, for some damn unfateful reason teacher's pen failed and he asked Ravi for a pen. Ravi not knowing about the hidden note handed him the pen and to his surprise when he was about to sign his sheet the pen opened from the back laying bare the long note prepared for cheating. He tried to explain but the teacher oh for the sake of God! refused to listen and took him to the Head of the Department who expelled him without listening to his side of the story, poor Ravi. Since them his reputation was soiled to be a cheater. But how do I know so much, well I am his best friend. I have known Ravi for long, he was a thin boy of good height and weight but his bone framework suggested that he could be a good wrestling champion or a good basketball player. Had he been a wrestler he would have been undefeated. Broad shoulders, wide chest, long femur all things suggested that he could be a good wrestler. But nevertheless he was not interested in wrestling. Having known him for long one thing I had understood. He had a good motivational front because the way he spoke about things with his sparking eyes beaming with confidence reflecting the confidence he had about what he was about to say was marvelous. Besides that he was always there for his friends, offering every help that he could offer and would go great lengths just to make you feel that he is there with you. I remember visiting his home once. It was a three story structure built in a very shabby appearing and crowded marketplace. He was not from a well versed but a simple family. His family members included two younger sisters and an elder brother, all well educated but their father did not earn much and therefore his house lacked a few things which you would find in a normal household like a washing machine and refrigerator. They lived in a small house with not enough room for everyone. His mother was the sweetest thing, she was very welcoming and generous. With all those hardships , he was still happy to have been able to study always said that he would do something for their family one day. And the ambition he carried that would not wither with time given the confidence and motivation he had. He shared his room with his brother with a bunker bed which he had outgrown since he was in highschool. and two study tables. Their had their belongings and the posters of Hindu Gods stuck at places where the plaster had come off. But he had dreams and his motivation came from the comic book he read. Superman was his ideal. He would buy each comic book of his favourite superhero and said he likes him for his will of steel and I guess that was his motivation. His brother was preparing for competitive exams so his room was full of books and hence there was little room to keep anything else. He was a man of great will and any other person who met him was bound to get bowled over given his magical way of speaking. He would spin the web of his words so fine that you couldn't deny his ideology and would definitely want to stay with him for long. Although he was shy at meeting new people, but the moment he would start talking the person in front could only listen and would not be able to speak anything , mesmerized by his way is speaking. I have been his friend for two years and I know he would do great with his life. Given the personal traits he had he could become anything.
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Thriller ||PART THREE|| Greco was on the roof. "Daddy!!" Penelope's voice pierced through the moonlit night. Mavis perked up out of her hopelessness. Boris had them tied on opposite sides of the crane. Greco allowed the timer to leave his hand. There was enough weight on his shoulders already. He hobbled as fast as he could. Heart pounding his insides sore. Lump clinging tightly to his throat. "Hold on I'm going to get you off of there!!" He dished out his last ounces of courage to comfort them. "Daddy!! Daddy!!" Penelope's shrieks cut through his heart like cheese. She was watching the timer countdown. She knew what it meant. Boris strapped it there to serve that very purpose. "Charles! Free our daughter. Free her first!" Mavis' motherly instinct burst through. She cared not for her life. Only Penelope mattered. Greco's mind was made up. He wrestled with the chords Boris had bundled around her. As they run he kept looking back at what they had chosen to leave behind. There was nothing he could do... -KABOOM!!!- They made it down in time...She was beside herself. Inconsolable. Much had been lost. Too much to bear. All in one night. Sirens were the last thing Greco heard. ONE YEAR LATER. "It's beautiful. Now, she will always be here with us." He said as he caressed her. "We're going to name her Penelope" Greco continued. Mavis nodded in agreement... THE END PROMPT: Write a story where you have to decide to save the life of one loved one or another. You can only save one.
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Short Story ||PART TWO|| Greco roared with a huge burst out of nowhere. The shoulder tackle flattened Boris. The impact wasn't enough to free the detonator from Boris' rugged palms. Boris saw an opening and took it. He stabbed Greco in nape with another elbow. A hip thrust was enough to throw his groaning brother off him. "You weak rat." Boris said as he sprung up. Mimicking the gladiators he had idolized his whole life. Greco picked himself off the ground, still neglecting the leak in his face from the earlier elbow. Diving in first had failed. He took some steps back to prepare for what Boris was going to throw at him. "Little Greco scared to fight?" Boris taunted. He closed the gap and locked in a grapple. Greco didn't buckle under the strain. The tugging and pushing was terminated by a damning knee into the ribcage. Boris planted it right where the keg had been. A spinning forearm into Greco's temple made him kiss the ground. Greco's lights weren't out. The blow released another internal gush. He grunted, favouring his rib cage as he grovelled. Boris wiped the splatter droplets off his forearm. He was a heartless mercenary. He was known for staying clean on the job. "You are pathetic. Love made you weak!" Boris started as he circled his brother who still hadn't found his footing. "It...It wasn't love. I chose to walk. I chose to walk away from this life." Greco's words were even more obscured. By gasps and coughs. "You chose to walk away. Returning behind her back because you craved the excitement huh!?" "Boris...the crucifix wasn't to guard against you. Penelope... we needed money for her surgery. I gave her that crucifix to keep her hopes alive. This was my last resort." "Pity to watch her blow to bits then!" Boris flew in with a thundering right. Greco ducked and stationed himself under his brother's torso. His upward thrust flung Boris over. Greco crumbled to the ground after the thrust. He heard Boris crash into the kegs and dragged himself backwards to create some more distance between them... Boris didn't shoot up. Boris didn't groan. There was serenity... Greco crawled to the kegs. Cautiously. Almost double mindedly. The thought of Boris ambushing flashed across his eyes ten times over. His brother lay limp on his tummy amongst the kegs. Bleeding from his head. It must have been an awkward landing. Greco's eyes shot open. "The detonator!" He reached beyond Boris frozen fingers and grabbed it. "SHIT! NO BUTTON TO STOP THE COUNTDOWN?!" His rage took over. He hoisted a keg and rammed it into Boris's still frame. He had no room left for remorse. SIX MORE MINUTES! Greco charged toward the door that led to the stairwell. He fought off the part of him that wanted to go back for Penelope's crucifix. He supported his left side the whole way. ... "KEEP RUNNING GRECO!!!" Greco shuddered and muttered underneath. "He's a freaking robot!" Boris was boiling. Face all bloodied. Crimson eyes saturated with hatred. The chase was on. Greco had made it to the door. The thumping boots behind him got louder after every flight of stairs he cleared. Then louder still. "Greco! Give it up!" The echos rung down the stairwell... "YOU ARE MINE!" Boris soared. His hand hooked Greco's just before the descent to the fourth floor. Greco clawed at his captor's forearm. Boris was strong. Too strong. He pulled Greco in and blasted him into the wall with a barge. Once. Twice. Then again, making sure Greco's head bounced off the wall too. "Ain't so lucky now huh?" His claw-like grip crushed Greco's lumpy face. Greco groaned as Boris squeezed on. "It's over...Brother." Boris readied his fist. "Aaargh!" The cry rung through the stairwell of the abandoned building. The impact bent him over. He gasped. He squealed. Greco sent Boris rolling down the stairs after dealing a blow to his nether regions. The sight was ghastly. Necks weren't made to bend that way... Three minutes left. Mavis and Penelope were counting on him. ...
