Empty Thoughts

In the story of our lives, we are all our own heroes and everyone else merely supporting actors and actresses.

Humans are inherently selfish. We all want what we want. Its a tragic thought, isn't it. Makes one wonder, who will remain when we need them the most.

Oh..., what wouldn't I give to know that I have that one person who will always be there!

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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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

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.

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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VisDare:Beneath

Darkness Calls

Echoed screams dance,symphony of insanity and death.

Darkness smirks, entices even

Tentacles reaching out,beckoning Cimmerian gloom,

A sin to inveigle,its solitary desideratum

An ostentatious facade allures to corrupt the uncorrupt,

The unsullied,the unblemished and the untainted.

Virginal souls who fail to discern,

A veiled beneath.

This was written for Angela's Visdare Prompt-

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Originally I was going to write a story on this picture. It was going to be an old, dilapidated and unoccupied mental asylum haunted by the ghosts of its past residents, where the walls still screamed and told the stories it had been made a witness to of. But as soon as I wrote the first line 'Echoed screams...', it presented itself as a poem. So here is the result! It's a little short, but its what I wanted. So...please leave your comments and suggestions! Thank you, appreciate it!