Z...(A-Z Blogging )

Well folks, this is it! The final day of the A-Z Blogging Challenge.
What can I say? It was indeed a challenge. There were times when I almost, but not quite, gave serious thought to giving up. But now that it's the last day, I'm glad I held on. 
Cheers to everyone who took part in it and a "THANK YOU", shout out to the A-Z Team.

The last story...

My head was killing me. It felt like needles were trying to poke out through my head. I had been working on the case for the past one week without making any headway on it. None of the leads we had lead to anything plausible. We had checked them and rechecked them again, but to no avail. I reached inside my desk drawer and pulled out two aspirins from the bottle there. Working in the police force had perhaps had a role in making me an aspirin addict, but I also believed that they contributed a lot to my high success rate at solving cases. But not for long if this keeps on, the though entered my mind unbidden. I let out a long sigh. There were several bank robberies that had been plotted successfully all over the nation. They were all thought to be connected, considering the way they had been extensively planned and carried out left no doubts in mind regarding this. But no real leads on any one of them.
The phone on my table rang, it's shrill cry splitting the silence in my private office. "Detective Lassiter Sir,, Detective Jacobs speaking,we've had a robbery in A_ _ _ _ Bank downtown. The workforce is already here."
"I am there", I put the phone down and hurried out. By the time I reached there the place was crawling with the police and the public, even though it was past eight thirty in the night. An officer quickly came up and started briefing me up with details. I didn't listen. I knew it would be the same again...no signs of forced entry, an empty bank vault, no details on the camera, the security alarm disabled, the bumped up guard tied up and having no clue how he got there and millions of dollars worth of money missing with no clues as to there whereabouts.  Another officer came running up clutching a forensic plastic bag and handed it to me.
It contained a note.
It said-
Until next time Detective Lassiter.
-Z
Well...that was one clue!


Congratulations everyone! We did it!
Until next year everyone...
Keep dreaming.

Yellow-The color yellow(A-Z Blogging)

My theme for this months A-Z Blogging are short fiction works, they can be stories, descriptions, a journal entry from an individual's point of you or a portrait of someone.

I don't like the color yellow.Yellow is sickness. Yellow is death. Yellow is all things that will come to an early end. The color yellow has it's own diseased odor. Perhaps this unnatural fixation of mine started when the yellow fever plagued my village. Although the color yellow had nothing to do with the fever, I had always associated yellow with illnesses and when the yellow fever came, it only succeeded to enforce my beliefs. It was the name I think.
They called it the yellow jack. I was only 9 or 10 at the time. My grandfather caught it, and so did my parents. My sister and I were by some fortunate plan of destiny spared. Grandfather succumbed to the disease followed by my mother. The village lost half of it's population.
Maybe that's why...that I hate it...the color yellow!

Happy Reading!
Criticism is always welcome.

XOXO...(A-Z Blogging Challenge)

My theme for this months A-Z Blogging are short fiction works, they can be stories, descriptions, a journal entry from an individual's point of you or a portrait of someone.
I sincerely hope these stories would succeed in their endeavor to entertain one and all. 


The following series of letters/notes were found tucked inside the journal of Ms.Ellie Jacobson, a murder and abduction victim by the investigating team and is found to be the reason for the same.
Letter 1:
Dearest Ellie,
You don't know me, but I am always there. I have watched you day and night. Don't worry you'll know me soon enough. I'll be waiting for you to notice me.
XOXO
P.S:Did you like the little presents that I have been sending you?

Letter 2:
Dearest Ellie,
How are you today? I watched you yesterday night as you went out with your girlfriends.Don't you think you were a little late coming back. Next time, don't be late.
Anyway, you haven't noticed me till now. I have a little present waiting for you.
XOXO

Letter 3:
Dearest Ellie,
Didn't you like the flowers I sent you? I found the roses in your trash. Why were they there, Ellie? why? What you did was wrong, and you know right?! That wrongdoers must be punished.
XOXO

Letter 4:
Dearest Ellie,
See...I told you that you'll be punished. All right I admit, maybe hanging your cat's body over your bed was a little extreme, but I had to show you...that I didn't like you throwing away my flowers, you had to be punished. So, why did you call the cops?
Maybe it's time we finally meet Ellie.
XOXO

At this stage, at her request , Ms.Ellie Jacobson was provided with police protection at night, when she was home after work.
The last letter was dated _/04_20_ _,. Ms.Jacobson was abducted 24 hours after this letter. It is believed that the abduction took place while she was returning from work.Her body was found 6 days later in a ditch beside the highway with signs of extreme torture. The reason of death was certified to be excessive blood loss and failure of certain organs.

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Every day is a new story.

The Hero

The Hero

The sepulcher of joy 

A never ending quest 

 For the panacea of death 

Where alchemists have fallen 

He will rise.

I wonder...

"Rebel children I urge you to fight the turgid slick of conformity with which they seek to smother your glory"
       -Russel Brand

I wonder what my university(ahem!), and other alike(similar!) institutions will think of that?! For my part, I am all for it.

Wars(A-Z Blogging)

My theme for my first ever A-Z Blogging Challenge is fiction pieces. They are a bit amateurish but I hope to get better! 
 Happy Reading...

I walked across the battlefield. We had won. But at what price? The question stirred my mind until it was nothing but a cloudy and misty mass of twirling and dancing thoughts of burden, death and destruction. Most of the bodies that lay on the ground now were of the enemies. Mutilated, twisted, body parts jutting out at awkward angles, heads cut off...We have to give them a proper burial. I sighed. The rusty tang of blood filled my nostrils. So many....dead! Wars...,dirty plots by the privileged , why?, to satisfy the vanity and ego of men too afraid to sort it out themselves at the price of others lives. I picked my sword up from the ground where I had dropped it and walked back towards the encampment.
With a final look back at the battlefield, I heaved with all my might and stuck my sword deep into the earth and took it out again to wipe out the stains of blood. But I was afraid that these stains would never fade.

It is a man's own mind, not his enemy or foe, that lures him to evil ways.

-Buddha

Vacation(A-Z Blogging)

The sun shone down and the the sea slowly lulled me to sleep. The sand stuck in my swim suit made me feel ticklish all over. My book was lying open on the sand beside me. I stretched and yawned. Sea gulls circled above me and the blue sky reflected the sea beneath. Time seemed to crawl by and I slowly succumbed to ennui.

I wrote this also for the five sentence fiction challenge. Yeah, hitting two birds with one stone. I hope you enjoy!
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Unsung Heroes (A-Z Blogging)

Living on the streets of Chandni Chowk in Delhi was a new journey of discovery everyday. Life never stopped and things were always in motion. Everyday brought something new to look and wonder at.
 So many colors, aromas and people from different cultural backgrounds provided something to look forward to everyday for 9 year old Geeta. Her days were spent roaming and exploring these streets. Her nights were spent curled up inside a thin, worn out blanket with holes with a bunch of other young ones on the side pavements. Food for these souls was an uncertain subject. There were days with one whole meal and there were days with nothing to eat.
On most days Geeta and her friends managed some scraps from the food galis(streets) there. But today was one of her bad days. She hadn't eaten anything since yesterday evening and the sun today was already setting.
Aromas of chaats, dahi wadas, puri sabji's arrested her nose and made her stomach growl. She was very hungry.
She walked along despondently, her shoulders drooping and her eyes staring at the ground. Perhaps that's why she per chanced upon that twenty rupee note. Her grubby hands eagerly reached out to grab it. Clutching it she immediately ran to the nearest shop and ordered puri bhajji. Her hands carried the plastic plate containing 2 puris and some bhaji down to a forlorn color.
"Didi please..", a quiet voice stopped her. "Do din se kuch khaya nahi hai...I haven't eaten anything in two days". Her stomach growled in reply as she looked at the little boy, who looked barely 6, sitting curled into himself. She glanced at the plate in her hands and then at the the little boy.
Her shoulders straightened and her eyes took on a light of their own. Without looking down she placed the plate in front of the little boy and walked away without a backward glance.


Shine your light so others can see through their darkness. - Carol CC Miller

Triggered Reactions (A-Z Blogging)

Thoughts kept pouring into my head. I sat in the ambulance clutching her hand in desperation as its siren wailed and dispersed cars. In my mind I registered some machines beeping vaguely. I was dimly aware of EMT’s talking and shouting orders. If I had held her a minute longer. Now they put the oxygen mask on her. I still clutched her hand. If we had been a minute late. I registered someone shaking me...If the driver of the car hadn't been drunk. The siren still wailed, in agony i thought, how apt, as the vehicle weaved through traffic. If I had held her hand. The ambulance had stopped. They were now carrying her out...away. I followed. If the driver had stayed a minute longer at the bar. They took her into the operating room. I waited...I prayed, for my darling baby girl. If...

And the possibilities of ifs floated and drifted endlessly in my mind...

I have always wondered and stood amazed at the sequence of events and coincidences that have to take place for a certain moment to occur...it could be anything, from a simple perchance meeting, missing the train or in this case an accident to take place. This has always left me astounded and dazed when considering the various possible courses of action that could have taken place if a single minute detail was out of order...how a simple series of triggered reaction can change or impact someone's life so invariably and often permanently.

The Universe...

A wondrous thing to be wondered at.

Steps...Elixir for Eternal Youth (A-Z Challenge)

My theme for my first ever A-Z Blogging Challenge is fiction pieces. They are bit amateurish but I hope to get better! I hope you enjoy. Happy Reading...

Fear no more ladies and gentlemen!
Afraid you are getting too old too fast, found a grey hair or a wrinkle? Well...look no further you have got your answer right here.
We bring to you an article by the noted witch and innovator of the century Ms.Regalia Regulus taken from the infamous magazine Witches,Warlocks and Broomsticks, a magic potion that's going to leave your beauty and charm spring forth eternally from the fountain of youth.
And it's very simple, all you have to do is follow the very short instructions.

Elixir to Eternal Youth

                                     -Regalia Regulus

Ingredients: A standard cauldron used for making potions, water from the fountain of springs, one pair of bat's wings, a goblin's ear,a pinch of fairy dust, 2 hair from a dead werewolf, 1 fang of a vampire, 1 eyeball of the Kraken and 3 nails of the pepper-necked Hungarian dragon.

Step1: Put the cauldron on the fire and fill it 3/4th with the water from the springs. 

step2: Heat until it boils and then proceed to add the pair of bat wings and the goblin's air.

Step3: Wait until the steam turns purple in color and spews forth a foul odor and then add the            pinch of fairy dust and stand back a safe distance.

Step4: Don't worry about the explosion that will take place a short moment after you add the            fairy dust(it's normal!). After the explosion add the hairs from the werewolf and the                fang of the vampire.

Step5: Heed to patience until the color turns an unnatural color of brown to add the eyeball                and the nails.

Step6: Expect the potion to turn an unhealthy and sickly yellow, then pour exactly 579 ml of            it into a glass and drink for eternal youth.

Let your imaginations soar...

Ring around the rosie...

Ring around the Rosie

Pocket full of posies...

The voices howled across the park. I walked across it and sat near a bench.And I watched. They are so happy.

The Black Plague had hit Europe and destroyed a large chunk of it's population...men,women,old,young,rich,poor,..no one was spared. 

Ring around the Rosie..that's how it started,a dark ring on the skin.

Pocket full of posies...Herbs shoved into pockets to protect oneself from the Plague.

Ashes..ashes..,the bodies of the dead were cremated.

We all fall down.

And I watched as the children fell down.

Although the story isn't true, the theme it revolves around it is! The nursery rhyme Ring Around the Rosie...actually has it's origin from the Black Plague. I know...creepy right?!
Oh well....I hope you enjoyed....!
Happy Reading!
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Queue

19 APRIL 2014, 22:13
"God...Kitna time hogaya yaar, its been so long, this queue isn't moving forward!", I muttered under my breath as I stood in the queue for train tickets. This is what happened when you have a three day power cut and the invertor decided to give out. No net for two days...hell indeed! I gave a wistful sigh as I looked longingly at the ice cream vendor on the opposite side of the street and then turned to focus on the queue instead. There were three people ahead of me. At position no.1 was a wrinkly old man,supporting himself with a worn out stick. He was hunched so low that he wouldn't have made it past my waist. He was shouting into the talking hole in the glass and repeating everything twice. I wondered about his story. Why was he here alone? What about his children? Where does he want to go?
The heat was overwhelming . Flies buzzed over the open food stalls. The constant hum of the crowd lulled me into a static boredom. I let out a yawn and resumed my observations.
At position no.2 was young man,probably in his college. He apparently was going for the cool look with his jeans literally a pull away from falling, a tight shirt to show off his muscled body and wearing earphones through which even I could hear the rock music blaring through. I sighed again, the state of these youngsters these days!
At no.3 was a middle aged woman carrying a baby on her hips. She looked distracted as she spoke into the glass. "Dilli tak ki ticket chahiye bhaiji, I need a ticket to Delhi brother." Crease lines marked her forehead. The baby started crying. I wonder if she's okay? Should I ask her?
"Next please", the sharp voice called my attention. And I lost my window of opportunity.

The Porcelain Doll

18 APRIL 2014, 19:50
Amy just sits there in a corner enclosed in her glass castle. Her blue unblinking eyes seem to stare at you. They bore into you and seem to hold a treasure of secrets. Her frilled dress give a different illusion. But remember its just an illusion, its there to distract you from the coldness of the eyes. Those weak of mind buy her, those strong stay away. You ask me where I got her...? I was given this by the relatives of a deceased family, a family who was murdered. No one survived.
They say the doll killed them.

Ostracized!

17 APRIL 2014, 18:14
Meera lived with her joint family which consisted of her parents, an older brother and scores of uncles and aunts with their families. Their house was a cluster of mud houses spread among the dusty plateau in a remote village. It was a village where technology had yet to spread its shady reach to.
But darkness struck the life of the bright girl, blowing out the brightness that shone inside her. One of Meera's uncle came home too drunk. No one was around. Everyone had gone to the temple to pray for the oncoming harvest celebrations. She had been left behind to take care of the one year old and look after the house. The uncle too drunk to heed to inhibitions call didn't hesitate. In a matter of seconds Meera felt strong hands clawing at her clothes. She fought, and clawed her way out. Her nails touched skin and she tore madly, caught in a frenzy to escape. The uncle fought back. But he was too drunk and she escaped. With her clothes torn and hand prints showing on her skin, she ran out of the house. Sobbing, she saw her family returning. Relief flooded her heart. With sobs racking her body she fell at their feet. Her uncle had managed to follow her out of the house. Her family saw what happened. She reached out for her mother, only to be pushed away by her. Her brother looked away with disgust and her father turned away his face.
Her own family disowned her.
She finally realised... She was now an outcast.

Nighttime

15 APRIL 2014, 18:08
Its when the creatures of the dark come crawling out. Its the time when decent folk go inside and shutter there doors and windows and sleep peacefully enclosed in their closed homes. Its the time when only very brave and foolish men go out to search the secrets of night. Only a few come back though, with haunting stories of death and madness.
There is one legend that has been going around for centuries, gaining its own layers of truth and falsehood. There is a beautiful lady that stands beneath a certain beautiful flowering tree on certain moonless nights waiting for unsuspecting travellers. She waits there and then entices them with her siren voice and charming looks. And when they are near enough, she changes...a terrifying beast, with hair that flows out behind her, nails that seem endless dripping with the blood of its last victim, protruding teeth yellowed and bloodied over countless centuries of use, decayed skin and bulging eyes. There the travellers remain stuck, unable to move. A very very few escape and live to tell the stories. So if you ever go out at night, beware or the creatures of the night!

This was a myth/story that I was told by father. On my insistence he used to make up many stories about innocent passerby returning from some temple functions(like Kathakalli). Many of my nights during my childhood were spent on various stories revolving around this mysterious beast. Although there were many points I missed out on, like she attacks only men(something I am sure accounted for many a sleepless nights for my twin brother and for me as an endless source of amusement by scaring the wits out of my twin), any article of iron like a pocket knife,etc suffices to scare her away(although the reason for this particular aversion is not known) and she only stands beneath the flowering tree(called paala maram in Malayalam) on Fridays. Oh, and she also has a name, Ekshi(Malayalam).
Suffice it to say I found this as an effective way of torturing my twin by scaring him at night, making up stories, pretending or making weird noises(yes I know immature, but I was young too, besides it was fun!).

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Marriage

15 APRIL 2014, 22:18
We are proud to announce the wedding of the happy couple
                                               Jeremy Woods
                                                           &
                                                 Esme Ledger
The days have been crawling by. The wedding is scheduled to be on the day after tomorrow. But tomorrow is the day I have been waiting for. Tomorrow will be my escape. Jeremy doesn't suspect anything. The marks that he had inflicted on me the last time he hit me are almost healed. My wrists still have the cuff marks though.  Everything is prepared. The car, the clothes, save money...enough to get me far away from him. Only have to wait for tomorrow.

Letter to no one- Letting Go.

14 APRIL 2014, 10:27
The following scrap of paper was found in jail in M_____ in the year 19_ _.

Revenge ain't gonna help you buddy. I tried that and look where I got mahself locked up. Ain't no man that can be happy after landing up in a locker. You gotta keep it real. I knocked up that ol' man plenty badly and turns out that man got connections real high up. That's why I'm here. Beating up that man gave nothing to me. I'm no more happy than I was before that. You gotta trust me when I tell you revenge don't answer anything. You don't get over it and let go of what happened. Letting go don't happen that way no more.

Kaleidoscope- Life

12 APRIL 2014, 12:34
A set of three different situations... each showing different emotions. It makes me think of a kaleidoscope.

Marylyn had had a wonderful day...from the midnight birthday her friends had planned, the huge birthday cake her parents had ordered to her secret crush finally asking her out. Life couldn't have been more perfect.. she thought. Right now, she was out on a date with a boy of her dreams. Sweet sixteen indeed. She flipped her straight blond hair over her shoulders and smiled at her date.

The day had been grim and miserable. Jake couldn't even think clearly. In the funeral today, he had to stop himself from crawling into the grave and stay there forever buried with his wife. Why? The question raged and rose in his mind. The death had been quick, the doctors said, the snapping of the neck because if the force of the truck hitting the car had assured that. What if he had....if he hadn't... the questions were endless and they poured forth with no answers forthcoming. The digital clock on the table said 8:30 and he finally realised, he was completely and utterly broken...

This is useless, thought Johann. There is absolutely nothing to do. Lying on the sofa he could see the dust motes dancing and twirling in the sunlight. A million scattered thoughts, the expression ran unbidden through his mind. He let out a groan and sighed, I am bored!

Jane

Jane was a good girl.
She was an average student in school.Everywhere she went, she went unnoticed. She was bullied and she was teased, but she took it all in stride. She took part in the school play, but again she was overlooked and forgotten After all, who would notice a tree in the background.
She got into a state university, just like a million of others. Unperceived, she spent her four years in college lost in dreams of if's and could be's. She won the post of a history teacher in middle school. Yet again, she grew noticed by her immediate students alone. She lived in a two-bedroom house beside the road, beneath the oak. There she grew old and there she took her last breaths. At her funeral, the preacher had nothing much to say, so they proceeded to lower the body quickly. The small handful of the elderly who attended murmured in silence to each other,"Jane was a good girl."

If...

2_/_/2_ _ _ _

Yesterday, I had seen him, Mr.Khanna, our neighbor. He was sitting out on his porch. The setting sun cast and played shadows on his face revealing a tired and lined face. His desolate expression, devoid of all hope pulled at my heart. I stood there staring a moment longer and walked back in. This morning they came to collect his body. The maid had found his body hanging from the ceiling fan.

IF...

2_/_/2_ _ _ _

Yesterday, I had seen him, Mr.Khanna, our neighbor. He was sitting out on his porch. The setting sun cast and played shadows on his face revealing a tired and lined face. His desolate expression, devoid of all hope pulled at my heart. I stood there a moment longer and then walked across the lawn towards him. I asked him to join us for dinner. After a few silent minuted he agreed,  though hesitantly.
The children loved him. He is coming over again today for lunch. He seemed happy.

Harvest

The village overflowed with excitement and expectancy. The whole village seemed dressed up for the harvest. The air was filled up with palpable fervor and jubilation. Colorful flags and posters lined the streets in preparation for the harvest mela(carnival). There would be merry go rounds for the children, the giant wheel for lovers and of course the general market brimming over with bewitching offers to captivate  and entice the masses to spend their harvest money on. Everyone and everything seemed happy.

Gayatri sat silently in her little mud house with a thatched roof, thanking the Gods for the good harvest. Her two children, one a naughty five-year-old boy and the other an active thirteen year old boy, were both lying asleep on the worn woven mat. 

"Bas theen din aur bhagwan, Only three more days , O Gods, after that I can collect the harvest and sell it."
 Ever since her husband had passed away two years ago she had taken over their small land and harvested them, with her own sweat and hard work. She had insisted on sending her older son to school, even though she could have used all the help around. Peoples had clicked their tongues and talked. But she had insisted nevertheless and she intended to do the same for her younger one too.

Golden heads shone brilliantly in the sunlight. She was proud to have been the cause of that. She looked around with contentment. She was happy, she realized.

Two days passed. The village danced and drank to it's good fortune. Almost everyone had harvested their crops by now, Only a few like Gayatri awaited the opportune moment.

Night came, Gayatri put her kids to sleep and followed soon. A contented smile hung over her lips.

The day broke cloudy with sure signs of rain. Panic struck Gayatri's heart as she readied her older son's lunch. But there was still time, she consoled herself. She bundled up her older son, left her younger one in the aanganwaadi(nurseries by the government) and quickly proceeded to harvest her crops. She had completed hardly half of it when rain struck. She ran to get the half she had collected out of the rains.

She looked around with growing dismay. Thoughts slowly started forming through the numbness. She couldn't buy those new books or uniform for her son. Breakfasts would have to be skipped. Many things would have to be forsaken.

Gayatri closed her eyes, tears slowly running down her cheeks and thought," Maybe some other time, there's always the next harvest."

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Stay dreaming...
                        There's a story everywhere
                        You have just go to look hard enough.
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Gatekeepers

The stars are the gatekeepers of the Night, so the myth goes.
Once upon a time, a long time ago, day and night existed together, brothers in a world of tranquility, repose and magic. It was a time when twilight ruled, with Serenity it's queen.
But the Night grew greedy, and his desire spread, until finally he enveloped the world in complete darkness. For seven complete rotations of the world, nothing but darkness remained.
Day finally thundered, he roared and he talked, all to no avail. Finally in a fit of righteous anger he banished the night. But he was wise too, he knew night cannot exist without day just like day cannot exist without night. So he banished the night only for around 12 hours, not completely but enough. And he gave himself the same amount of time, not completely but enough.
And then he created Stars, little bodies of light, sentries of the Night. For Day was no fool, he knew Night's greed would grow again. The little sentries spread out all over at dark to prevent a repeat of what happened a long long time ago. So they stand there still, silent guardians that watch over the Night.

It's just a myth I made up!
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Stay dreaming...
Cheers!

Fairy Lessons

The girls came screaming down on me, “Aunt Caroline, Aunt Caroline, we want stories, fairy stories.” Martha and Ashley, my five year old twin nieces were both going through the fairy obsession phase.  They genuinely believed in fairies. Their mother, Lisa, thought it was unhealthy considering all the pink and glitters that surrounded them. I thought it was cute.

 Of course I agreed to their demands, it’s not like I had any other choice when considered with the alternative of facing tears and screams.

“Once Upon A Time, a long long time ago, there lived a...”

 And just like always it ended with a “With a swish and a swash, glitters and fairy dusts and a magic wand for use, the fairy made it all better, but remember you must always...”

“BELIEVE”, screamed the girls.

With some final giggles and sleepy murmurs, they became lost in a world of their own making.

......................................................................................................................................................

The hospital was silent, desolate. Tears ran down steadily down my cheek. Mother was in the hospital.

Lisa came rushing down the corridor, followed by Ashley and Martha. She took one look at me and rushed into the Doctor’s office. The girls stood their mutely, unsure, and so very young.

Both of them came forward and sat on either side of me, each holding onto my hands tightly. Martha tugged my fingers lightly and looked up at me with soulful eyes and said quietly “Don’t worry it will all be better.” Ashley continued from my other side, “All you have to do is believe...”

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Let your heart stay forever young...

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Eternally

They say the house on the hill is haunted.
They say she still lives there, the lady who killed herself. The house has been scarred, her marks on the house still exists. There are scratches on the walls where her bloody nails had run down them countless number of times. Death and decay surrounds it. Overgrown vines and moss blanket the tumbling walls, sheathing it, protecting it from an unknown foe. And when darkness falls you can  hear her haunting wails floating miles over hills, ceasing travelers in their journey and giving them an opportunity to think of respite for the approaching night, making children rush into their warm beds to pull up blankets over their heads and get lost in the safe world of dreams and the adults to shutter their doors and windows. A haunting melody that echoes and reflects centuries of yearning and sorrow.
They say the house on the hill is haunted. They say she's still there...trapped forever.

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All houses wherein men have lived and died Are haunted houses. 

-Haunted Houses by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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Devotion...[A-Z Challenge]

I saw the old lady come here again today, just like the last week and the week before that.  She walked slowly, her whole frame seemingly creaking and protesting against the slightest of movements. She came in with a small plastic bag clutched close to her heart, the other hand leaning heavily on her walking stick.

Gertrude, who hardly ever was pleasant, smiled and nodded at her. I was intrigued.

Pestering Gertrude was the only way to know.

For the past 27 years that Gertrude had worked here, in the small old film theatre, she had seen the old woman and the man walk in every Wednesday. The old lady would make her choco-chip cookies  and they would sit there quietly nibbling and holding hands. It had been now 6 years since he died. She still came here every Wednesday with an air-proofed bag clutched in hands.

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I would recall a vision which I dreamed
Perchance in sleep—for in itself a thought,
A slumbering thought, is capable of years,
And curdles a long life into one hour.

-The Dream by Lord Byron

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Stay happy!
Happy reading...!

CHERISHED [A-Z Challenge]

They don’t know it. If they find out they’ll take her away. We are very happy together. But no one can know. It was only one fight, one fight... I was drunk when I came home, she screamed at me, my head hurt, she was still screaming...but my head hurt. So I took her head and slammed it against the wall again and again until she stopped screaming and her breath on my fingers stopped. My head hurt, that’s why I did it. But it was only one fight. Now we are happy together, so happy. She doesn't talk, but that’s okay, I don’t mind it. No one can find out, otherwise they’ll take her. I can’t allow that. I love her. She’s all I have.

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Once upon a time I dreamed

I dreamed there was a once upon a time

                                        -Epiphany by Harley White

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Beloved John! [A-Z Challenge]

Beloved John,
I did what you had asked me to. Isn't this what you wanted?  You said we could be together if I convinced my family. Well, now they can't, can they? I took care of that, didn't I John! Now they can only object from their graves,Ha!
Then why haven't you come to take me...back to you. Why John?!  This place is suffocating, they keep me locked up here. But I showed them too,John, oh! I can still here that nurse's screams. They can't keep me from you forever you know!  I'll come for you soon,my beloved, my beloved John.
Yours forever
Anne Brown

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ADIEU...[A-Z Challenge]

The man facing me was heavy set with square shoulders, had a mustache, wore a trench coat and was somewhere around in his late forties...  Somewhere behind me a baby started crying followed by the sounds of irritation and shushing.  Newspapers, books and magazines flicked and cracked. “Ticket please”, the ticket checker’s crisp voice could be heard every few seconds immediately accompanied by a clicking.

I sighed and looked out of the window, the landscape flew, as though afraid someone will catch it, someone like me, who wanted to retain a part of that terrain forever.  My jaw clenched and my shoulders squared as I said good bye to the land I love...

“Ticket please”, the sharp voice sliced through my thoughts.  I reached automatically to hold out the ticket and sighed audibly, but then life would go on still with no one the wiser of my decision.

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My first post for the A-Z Challenge...
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