Aug 28, 2010

Non Story Post

I like the fact that i can post whatever the fuck i want to on my blog. That's the whole point of blogging no? I mean, it's not really a popularity competition. Uh...nevermind.

August has been a tough month on me. And it's not over yet. I asked for things again and again and i was told no. Maybe i didn't ask hard enough or maybe I didn't deserve those things, but anyway, August is almost over now. I'm glad for that. I might be quitting the job, i've been doing work for the past three years, and it's certainly not fun. I mean, i didn't even have my exam results when I was on the job and i got my graduation result after my first salary, which was peanuts. The salary was peanuts, not the result.

Anyway, the past 3 odd years have been tough on me, and the blog, and my writing has gone through changes, some good some bad, and i am glad to say, everyday i learn something new. Which isn't very comforting, to say the least. I started novels and left them in middle, some 3-4 of them and then there was lot of writing. Found the mecca of distraction called twitter, got addicted, quit it. Had some other bad habits, left them too. Then, slowly my mind rotted because of staying alone. All fucking alone. I was afraid that i'd get used to staying alone and i did. Now, if someone else is near me, i feel they are invading my personal space. I've diaries full of ideas that are yet to be written, guess their time has not come yet. And still, there are so many things i can't talk about on the blog, because this is, somewhat, a public medium. But yeah, all through these years, i've loved writing every single word here. Through loneliness, being broke, hunger, drunkenness and madness, every single fucking word has been worth it.

Now, onwards, to more stories. Because that's what we do.


Aug 26, 2010

How Things Change :: Part 3 of 3


Mira stood in waist deep waters, her hand with the flare gun dropped to her side. The approaching light of the hydrofoil looked like an angry demon's eye in the darkness. A smile streaked her bloody teeth. She raised a hand in greeting and felt herself slip into the water. Mack saw her go under the surface and he gunned the boat, the engine screamed under the added pressure. He jumped into the water before the boat had even slowed down, reached Mira, and pulled her to shore. She coughed up water as he laid her down on the sand. Her shoulder was bleeding badly and there was white bone visible under the torn skin.

Mira opened her eyes lazily. "The Electrician is out. Get the fat man." It was misson time, her eyes were glazed with pain but there was a strange focus in them. "What about the Electrician?" he asked.

"I'll handle him."

Mack nodded. "Is there anything you need?" he asked.

"Yeah, help me to the water."

He led her to the water. The boat had floated to the shore and the receeding water had banked the boat into the sand on the shore.

"Go," she said, "we don't have much time."

Mack turned around and started running towards the mansion. Behind him, Mira collected another charge in her hand. Small enough to be useful and large enough to do the work on the boat. She needed the boat's power.

The Electrician moved his shoulder in the socket and grimaced as it slid in with a wet crunch. The pain was amazing, he almost shorted himself with the currents in his own body. He looked at where he had thrown Mira and he saw Mack come running towards him.

"Bloody siblings." he grimaced and prepared another serpent strike in case Mack also wanted a dose same as his sister. But then Mack jumped up on the roof of the mansion and kept running. The Electrician was surprised at this odd behavior when a strike of lightening diverted his attention from Mack. It came from the shore. "Ah Mira"

/On The Roof/

Mack's senses were ablaze with the electricity present in the Mansion. He zeroed in on the source. The Fat Man. He was here and Mack could feel it in his bones. He homed in on the source like a wolf homing on an injured prey. He called forth another lightening strike from the skies and a hole opened up in front of his feet, he didn't stop running and dived straight in.

The Fat Man was sitting in his lazyboy which creaked under his weight. He was looking at a large screen full of monitors that showed all parts of the mansion and one of the cameras showed Mack standing behind his lazy chair. "Welcome, Mack." he said without turning around.

"We have a hit on your name." Mack told him.

"I know that."

Mack was puzzled for a moment, then realization dawned on him. "You ordered the hit."

He heard the smile in the man's voice.

"It gets boring on the island son." He moved the chair to face Mack, his face was lined with age but his blue eyes were full of excitement. "Come and sit in my lap, let's watch some television." Mack obeyed like a docile puppy and sat onto the man's lap which was not much different than the chair.

The TV screens that were disjointed now became a big tv screen with each tv showing a piece of an image. The images started moving on the screen.

The back of electrician's head appeared on the screen. He was bent over something and muttering to himself. The camera zoomed out and the screen filled up with the image of Mira, her shoulders were bare and one shoulder was swathed in white bandages. The Electrician mumbled apologies as he bandaged her shoulder and she jolted him with little bolts of electricity in his ear.

"What a lovely couple, aren't they, Mack?" the Fat Man asked.

Mack started to suck on his thumb. A fuse in the palette of his mouth shorted and his skull exploded, spraying brains all over the fat man's white suit.

On the TV screen Mira let the Electrician kiss her.


This could have ended in 1000 different ways, but i liked this one the best.

Got a few ideas for single post stories now :)

Do let me know in comments how you liked this one.

Aug 19, 2010

The Rose, Red and Blue (Part 2 of 3)

(You can read part 1 of this story here)

Mack sat in the dark with his back to the boat's cabin. The hydrofoil was fitted with a X-286 engine that gave the boat speed equivalent to a Ferrari on water. He would need it soon. He watched the starless skies, there was a storm building up in the south. His favourite kind of weather. He took the cigar from his pocket. It was half smoked and slightly bloody. The cigar of victory and death. He got up from his perch, stepped over two bodies that had their heads chopped off, the wounds cauterised by lightening. There was no blood here, he liked his jobs clean. He went up to the boat's railing and put the cigar in his mouth. The clouds gathered above him like bad luck but he knew it was only normal. He flicked his fingers and a stab of lightening struck down from the clouds into the water, dangerously close to where he stood. The cigar glowed to an amber red and Mack sucked in deeply. He exhaled and looked to the shore, willing the signal to make itself seen. He wanted to kill more. It was an addiction. Then the flare went up, bright against the sky like a jewel in a crown. He spat the cigar and before it touched the surface of water, the boat was off in the direction of the flare.


The Electrician stood waiting for Mira in the big hall. He was dressed for the fight, batteries laced his back and his armour was a mishmash of gadgets and junk. Most of the gadgets didn't work, they were only for show, but he knew he'd not need gadgets with the girl coming here. He'd smash her like an empty carton of juice without using much force. He wanted to get back to drinking sweet electricity. And he waited for her. But she didn't show up. So he decided he'd go and say hi to her.

Mira sensed the air around her fizzle and a smell of ozone filled the atmosphere. She stopped walking, stood absolutely still and took stock of her reserves. She had wasted a lot of energy in getting through the guards and she was doubtful that she'd make it through the fight that was coming her way. The Electrician calmly walked into her view and his confident smile sent her heart in a sickening lurch in her stomach. She squeezed a charge in her fist, building it, giving it power, till the Electrician was in the range of her attack. He saw her closed fist, he saw the blue light gather around her fingers, and he started running towards her. Mid-run, he dropped to his knees, and started a slide that ended near Mira's feet. With a flourish, the Electrician presented Mira with a wire rose that lit up with red and blue flames.

"This is my love for you, my love." he sighed.

And Mira slammed him in the face with the charge she was building. The charge sent him tumbling head over heels. He crashed through three different walls and came to a stop, his nose was broken and he felt an empty space where his shoulder joint was supposed to be.

"Stupid girl," he muttered more out of frustrated sadness than anger or pain, "out you go."

Electric serpents lashed out of his right hand and coiled themselves around the fixtures in the ceiling. The serpents reached Mira, who was still standing in the same spot, gathering her energies and thinking about her next move. She didn't have to think for long because the serpents lashed out at her. Lifting her in a tangle of blue lightening bolts and hurling her bodily through the skylight, into the trees and far away onto the beach. Mira fell on the warm sand and coughed out a gob of blood.

"Mack..." her bruised lips whispered as she gathered resolve to get up.

I am messing up the timeline of the story on purpose. Some explanation, each part of the story is divided into now and earlier. The events of earlier have led to the events of now. And the Earlier of this part will relate to the NOW of the previous part of the story. Confused? GOOD!

Let me know in comments how much you hate me.

Aug 15, 2010

Her Footprints Are Bloody (Part 1 of 3)

The sand was comfortably warm between Mira's toes. The water made a flower of her skirt as it lapped up around her thighs. When the slow waves reached her waist, she took the flare gun from her jacket pocket and fired it up into the sky. Then she waited for him to come.


Mira left a trail of death in her wake. Her feet were bare, covered in blood. A trail of bloody footprints followed her. Those who had tried to stop her had died bloody deaths and she was no in habit of cleaning up after her. It was Mack's job and Mack wasn't here. Yet. She walked the corridor deeper into the mansion, softly whispering Hindu mantras to herself, to keep herself calm. It was difficult.

She was a shadow of usual electric self. Her eyes were sunken like she had not slept for days. Her clothes were torn and dirty and she was wearing a borrowed skirt that sweeped the floor as she walked. Her hair was a mess, standing up on its edges as static electricity coursed through her skin. She saw one of the goons peek from the end of the chamber. She flicked her fingers and sent a ball of lightening smashing into the face of the man. A smoking hole gaped where the man's head was a moment ago. The man collapsed and she calmly walked over his body and her feet were bloody again. She saw a CCTV camera on the wall move to follow her. She lifted her middle finger to the camera and it shorted with a puff of smoke.

The man who watched the camera in a room deep within the mansion smiled to himself. Such brazen display of power was nothing alien to him, he had done it himself when he was young. He stroked the white cat that sat contended in his lap. The hair on the cat's skin bristled as static electricity built up and with a terrified yelp the cat jumped from the man's lap, gave him a scowling look and stalked off to do whatever cats do. The man pressed a button in the armrest of his chair and spoke three words, "Call the Electrician."

The Electrician was lounging in his Lazyboy, a wire plugged into the hole in his skull. "Sweet electricity, light be up baby." he whispered to himself, lost in the delirium of electrons and protons. He felt a surge and dip in the current. They were calling him. He'd have to plug off. This upset him. He pressed a finger in his ear, activating the mic implanted in his jaw.



A smile lit up the Electrician's face.


A good story is one which doesn't tell everything to the readers. This is the first of three. More tomorrow.