Feb 22, 2016

Black Card Paranoia

Throughout history of humanity, the owners of the Black Card have had a very short and eventful life span. Most of them kicked the bucket and shuffled their mortal coil within a month or so of coming in possession of the said card.

After all, once you wield the card for the said time period, there is nothing much left in life that can excite you or inspire a will to live in you. You just want to get rid of the card and your life too. That's how it works, that how it has worked ever since the Black Card was created.

But as all good things go, something had to fuck up. Someone had to throw a fucking spanner in the gears of a well oiled machine. The said oil was probably the blood, sweat, tears and other bodily fluids of previous owners of the Black Card. Now the machine was in disarray and for the first time, no one knew who owned the Black Card.

The most powerful artifact in the world was missing for ten months now. And with each passing day, the power of the card increased, making the person possessing it someone you'd not want to fuck with.


Mr. Kosmos turned the Black Card in his hand once more.

It radiated such a vibe of positivity that he knew everything was going to be alright in his life. He knew with the certainty of sun rising and setting that it was all A-OK. He had things in control. He was the master and commander of his ship. He placed the card back in his wallet and put the wallet in the front pocket of his jeans.

There was some blood on his shoes, but that was not important. The important thing was that he had a vehicle in his possession. The girl had been easy to kill. Just a snap of her neck, but the man had put up a fight and most of the blood was his. Mr. Kosmos looked once more at the whole scene that was spread out in front of him. The man's body was twisted and torn like a marionette with its strings cut. His head was at an awkward angle from his body. Completely unnatural, completely dead.

The girl's body was lying still on the ground like she was being made ready for some arcane satanic ritual. There was not going to be any of that, though. Not here. Mr. Kosmos had nothing to do with Satan or any of his minions.

No rituals, he reminded himself.

He had dragged the bodies to the side of the road and he was torn between digging a single grave for them or just setting them on fire. He decided to dig the grave. They had given him their lives and their truck, this was the least he could do. Luckily, there was a spade in the back of the truck. He slipped on his headphones, chose Cannibal Corpse from the playlist and started digging. He wanted to be done before dark.

He had to visit mother.

Heyyy, it's Mr. Kosmos once again. It seems he got rid of his itch!


  1. I am merely stating the obvious here but here goes - brilliant stuff, this is.

    And having said that, please do not discount the need for a bit of copy-edit - the best and brightest need their copy cleaned up :)

    1. of course, one could put it down to ocd on my part (although my writing skills rate rank bad and go south from there)

    2. hey man :) oh yeah, copy edits are always always needed. There are times when my errors escape my eyes...but hey, feel free to point out any errors that you see. I'll be most thankful! and thanks for reading :)

  2. Excellent writing...but then again...always has been old bean ;-)

    1. Mr. Dinners, I've never been as happy to see a comment as your comment has made me. I hope, wish and pray that life has been keeping you well and you're doing splendid in everything you do. You're one of my top favorite people online. I am smiling ear to ear after reading your comment! :D

    2. Everything fine and dandy old bean!!! crap year last year - wifey VERY ill but fully recovered now so all coolio! Anyroad...thought I'd check up on pals I'd missed. Glad I did :-)