Helping Hands

Hello Everyone, 

    How was your day going on? Mine was awesome till now and of course shall keep going that way. This post is in response to Short Story Slam Week 6 from the Bluebell books. The theme is simple and is to write a poem / story based on the prompt. The prompt is this cute picture of a dog and a puppy!! So, here is my article. I am calling the puppy as Franko

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"I won't walk any further", shouted Franko, thinking if I was only taller, stronger and not limping, I would have kicked the hell out of this bully. 

"You must" snorted the big bullying elephant carrying the puppy with its trunk and walking up hill

"Grrrr!!! Only coz you can bully" replied Franko

"Ha Ha!! Save your energy. You need to walk"

"Who on the god damn earth are you to bother me? I don't need anyone Grrr..." replied Franko, trying to sound angry. God damn myself. First my mom kicks me out and now this thick headed fellow is forcing me to limp all the way. Can't I rest? 

"Why don't you run? So far that you are out of my line of sight? If you are brave and worthy why don't you fight?" mocked the elephant

"Only if I wasn't limping, Only if I could run fast like my mom, I would have bit you and made you run for your mom. I shall ride on your back then." retorted Franko, thinking if it is even possible

"Whoa Whoa!! Hold your tongue." advised the elephant walking slowly carrying the puppy, who was struggling hard to release the grip.

"I can't. Don't you see? Its hard for me to walk down. Why on the earth do you torture me you moron? Can't you see that it hurts? Can't you feel my pain?" shouted back Franko

"Ha Ha!! I told you punk. You ought to be killed. Somewhere I have a feeling that you can walk down the hill another ten times. Somewhere I have the feeling that you can overcome that limp and truly bit me. I am waiting for it to happen" replied the old elephant putting the puppy down as they are already on top of hill.  Is this puppy just arrogant. Is it useless for me to waste more time on this puppy? Should I give one more try? Can I teach the puppy to stand up for itself irrespective of what others think? 

"Don't tell me you care!! You don't care a shit!! I can, I will walk down this god damn hill a million times but never never cry, not due to a bully like you" spoke Franko dashing out, trying to loose sight of the elephant

I shall not follow this puppy back now. He seems good enough to run. One day, this puppy will understand what is happening to him now. How I am helping him this very moment. Ha Ha!! This one too will soon forget me and I shall spend all my lonely years eating cane thought the elephant walking the other way trying to find some sugarcane. 

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How is it? Liked it? Enjoyed it? Want to read some more cool stories? Check out my entries for other similar blog-fests:

• Poetry and Schometry
• Story Slam Week 5
• Broken Dolls flash fiction 
• Love Robots Flash Fiction
• Broken heart
• Flash Fiction from TerribleMinds.com
• Series of Unfortunate events
• A2A flash fiction challenge
• Delusional Doom Blogfest 
• Nature of Love Blogfest  
• My Dad's Job
• Second Crusaders Challenge  
• Memory Lane Blogfest
• Harry Potter Blogfest 
• Paint it Purple Blogfest  
• Show Not Tell Me Blogfest

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The M blogfest

Hello Everyone,

       This post is in response to one of those awesome blog challenges which we all like. This one is posted by Wendy Tyler Ryan on her blog. The concept of this blog fest, is to post a 50-500 word scene or flash fiction with a dark feel. The M words to be used for this fest are:

mist(y)
mambo
moon
musk(y)
mongrel
myth

 Isn't it cool?? Well, here is my try!!!

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   Every moon lit night, I searched, along with my pack, for any idiot who wants to end us all, the supposed myth and night mare of all human kind. Listening to the better than heavy by the mongrel band and walking through the misty sub-growth, searching for the musky scent of those over-grown wolves, with all my senses alert.
 
     Well, I am looking forward, to meeting one of them. I haven't danced from long time. A fight, is a dance in itself, performed from ages past, by males usually to protect / impress the rest. Though I prefer Salsa and Mambo, today, my heart is thumping to perform the older and refined dance of HUNT. 

   Once, both of us face each other, the result will be entertaining, far more entertaining than all those vampires movies put together. My brother, lost his arm for a beta wolf, in one of these dances. I am gonna avenge it soon. I am waiting for my chance.

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    Well, how is that? Did I portray a scene?? Or have I just packed some words like that??

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Second Crusader Challenge

This post is in response to the Second Crusader Challenge by Rachael Harrie I am not crusader yet.  The concept is quite simple, write a flash fiction story (in any format) in 100 words or less, excluding the title. Begin the story with the words, “The goldfish bowl teetered” These four words will be included in the word count.

I am posting my entry here, Just have a look at it and let me know how you feel about it.

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The goldfish bowl teetered at the edge, as I was watching, helplessly.

I am in pain, intense pain, thanks to the gunmen My body is now torn apart and any moment now could be my last. Everything around me is still as stone and I wanted to shout to swat team to save the bowl, but the voice isn’t coming.

I am uncertain, if I would be loved after all, if I will be shown pity and sympathy. I wonder if I will be given proper burial and can't imagine how my last photograph would be. I am terror.

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Also let me know what you think about the character in the story. I am a newbie and I just wanna check if I conveyed my message well!! Ha Ha!!

Let me remind you all, becoming crusader is easy and helps everyone out a lot. Concept of crusaders is simple, a hell lot of writers & bloggers support each other by connecting with each other , making comments, participating in blog fests and other contests, and helping to promote their new friends. And ofcourse, you can find lot of help if you are a writer.

Don't forget to read similar posts here. 

• Broken heart
• Flash Fiction from TerribleMinds.com
• Series of Unfortunate events
• A2A flash fiction challenge
• Delusional Doom Blogfest 
• Nature of Love Blogfest  
• My Dad's Job

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My Dad's Job

Hello everyone,

I just missed the hone your skills blogfest's deadline. I was actually little busy all day yesterday and couldn't complete this post. Ha, can't help now!! I am posting the entry here anyway!! Just have fun!!

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"Hello Mr. Richards, How do you do?" inquired Ms. Maria, class teacher of my seven year old.

"Hello Ms. Maria, Everything is pretty good, of late. How do you do?" responded I, with my ever ready 70mm smile.

"By his grace, everything is fine. I would like to speak with you about your son, regarding his assignment the other day"

"Oh!! Hope, he is not troubling you! By the way, how are his grades doing?"
"Nothing serious, we were all amazed when he wrote this" saying which, she handed over his assignment

After reading the assignment, I excused myself very awkwardly and started to my home. I wanted an explanation for this.

I remember that day very well, I was little upset about my banking service and shouted over my mobile with my banker

"Dad, May I ask you something?" He approached with timidness in him. I was awestruck. My son, afraid of me?
"Ha, John, come to dadda, what do you want? A chocolate?" I spoke, handing him a chocolate.
John, changed back to the same, naughty devil, which he always is. Forgot to say thanks. He fought with me to take the chocolate into his hands and started savoring it. I just noticed, the pad and the paper he brought with him.
"So what does John want?"
"Dad, my teacher asked me what you do?"
"Okay! Now what does dad do?"
"Mom says, you are good man and you feed the doggie. You play with me and give me chocolates" Said John, biting deeper into the Chocolate. My goodness, My son doesn't know anything about how great his dad is. Ha!!!
"Okay, I live for charity. Is that answer okay for you John?"
"No, I need fibe read five sentences furl read for my assignment"

"Oh, Assignment?? *nods* So John, I will tell you story, My story! Come to me I pulled him near when I was small, like you, I didn't know what to do. As I grew up, I was a bad boy. I always wanted chocolates and cried a lot! You are good boy right? just a nod, its due to chocolate As I kept on growing up, I didn't know what I want to become, I had to choose a career. People like to categorize everyone into engineers / doctors / masons .. and put them into boxes. I didn't like them, I was special, out of box.

I grew up into big fat stupid looking guy. I decided I want to become a prince. So I worked hard, learnt lot of skills and started loving people around. I decided I will set up a charity organization and live for it. So I set up a organization called WhiteBeard, where me, mom and many other people work and make lives of people happy. We help those who are in need.

We play a lot, we talk a lot, we help each other a lot and live like a family. They are all my sons and daughters!! We do disaster management stuff, we take care of lost doggies, we send donations to lot of people all around the world. Grap used to say, I waste all money, but I am happy this way."

"Dad, I want another chocolate, It is for Ben"
"Who is Ben? I didn't meet him till now??"
"Ben is my imaginary friend. His mom is asking him to do his homework now. Once he comes to play with me, I will give the chocolate"
"Oh!! first complete your chocolate. Take these two, share them with Ben" I told, handing him another two chocolates.

And why on the good dammed earth, did my son write "My dad probably had no home, he said he lived out of box. Dad's English is bad and calls home as box. My dad wasted all his money as per Grap and lives on charity. He has lot of sons and daughters whom I never meet! He feeds the doggie because he has nothing else to do."

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Hope you loved the same. Just go through other funny stories like these and let me know how you feel about them all. 

• Broken heart
• Flash Fiction from TerribleMinds.com
• Birthday Compfest
• March BlogChain
• Series of Unfortunate events
• A2A flash fiction challenge
• Delusional Doom Blogfest 
• Nature of Love Blogfest 

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Nature of Love, A blogfest

Hello Again,

       I just stumbled upon one more, of those cool blogfests. This time by Diamond–Yup, Like the Stone and the name is Nature of Magic. The  task is to "Write or share something you’ve already written that, to you, shows the nature of magic (in 1000 words or less). It can be an excerpt from your WIP, something you’ve written especially, poetry, whatever strikes your fancy. It just needs to show the nature of magic as it exists for you or for those you write about."

Ha, cool concept right?? I gonna give it a try now!

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        In the comforts, of these stone walls, today I lay, accused of treason and plotting against our prince. Have I committed treason?  I am not bothered, I just did my duty, well, I just went beyond the rules to complete my duty to the queen and the king. 

Queen Cartoon

       Her highness, our queen, brought into this world, two beautiful angels and one prince charming. But, the gods decided to punish the king for some reason and one day, when the prince was three years old, he stopped walking. 

        The best healers, doctors, sorcerers and priests couldn't do anything about it. People from far away lands, doctors from the distant allies all tried their best. Our queen, took to bed with grief in her heart and never again, she spoke a word or gave a smile.

           I was the official jester cum care-taker for the prince. The prince, is a good kid. Unlike others, he behaved well, treated his servants with respect and was little sad sometimes I personally think he knows the truth about himself and becomes sad about it. Everyday, at night, I used to read, stories about great kings from far away places, princesses waiting to be rescued, fairies and the heaven. But one day, I read him, a story about a happy magician who with his magic, entertained kids and earned his livelihood.

          My prince was in awe of the magician. This is quite not-him, for he was well educated and is fast learning the realities of life and the burdens he might have to undertake. He wanted to see a magician. Well, a prince can order almost anything. Magicians of fame, have been ordered to put show just for the prince. The prince, didn't like anything, he was looking for someone who made kids happy, not for someone like these buggers Excuse me for my language, I am not supposed to use such words

           I was just thinking and thinking. I just got the word, that a magician, woman, came to town and started entertaining everyone around. I couldn't convince the king that she would be perfect jester for the young prince. The king called me nuts. So I learnt a few tips from her everyday, by paying her most of my pay, and performed them for the prince. Prince was becoming happy all time, and wanted to see the Magician.

           Well, the prince must stay in the palace all time and the entire world is out of bounds for him. The magician won't be allowed into palace without kings orders. So I decided to take my prince to the show, everyday, without notice of anyone else and have been successful in doing so for half past three years, until today. King got to know the word, accused me of treason and threw me here.

           Am I sad? Nope. I still remember how my prince was laughing out loud for every trick of the magician. I thought, he fell in love with that women. His face, was gleaming with pleasure whenever the magician took out a rabbit from her hat, whenever someone yelled "abracadabra alacazam". Whenever a kid was afraid, and started crying, the kid was first to show the kid, how good a place this is and was a favorite among the regular audience.

            I sincerely believed, that the young prince in his mid-teens fell in love with the young magician. I know, what the magic of youth is, I know how people fall in love with someone or the other. The magician, had to stop the show, and go back to her hometown. My prince was little effected with this and wanted her to comeback and put show. 

               He was not ready, to go to shows of other magicians in town, and I accidentally came upon the reason, which was well written in his dairy, as "I saw a magician today, I literally felt I will be able to walk, if she performed magic upon me! I shall wait for my turn". Bless, his kind soul, he believed in her and loved her not, in the way of youth. I thought, I would search for the magician and bring her back, but the prince was stern and wanted to accompany me. I couldn't say no to a prince's order without loosing my head!! So I am here today, and shall find the Magician for him, someday.

              I just did my duty, and someday, I will be relived from this comfort too!! Ha Ha!!!

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             Hope you all loved the same. I think of something and start, it turns out to be something else. It's better to let your hands guide right?? Yeah, at-least for me!! 

       There are hell lot of other short stories I have made for similar blogfests in the recent days. Please do have a look at them all. below Don't forget to tell me how you felt about this one!! The others include:

• Broken hearts BlogFest
• Flash Fiction from TerribleMinds.com
• Birthday Compfest
• Bucket List Blogfest
• March BlogChain
• Series of Unfortunate events
• A2A flash fiction challenge
• Delusional Doom Blogfest

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Delusional Doom Blogfest

Greetings of the time everyone,

One more blogfest, Delusional Doom Blogfest, by Hart Johnson. First things first, please don't curse me, for I am participating in every blogfest, that I come across. I just love them. 

People put up a question / challenge and ask you to take part in it. This is fun in itself. Co-participants are ready to read your work, appreciate your efforts and pass a comment or two to help me become better. This is cool right? Yeah, it is, I know.

Coming back to Delusional Doom Blogfest, the concept is simple, someone has to die and the death must be either very strange, unusual, bizarre...conspiratorial... or that the reporting be entertaining. 

So here is my entry:

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"I dunno why. I just wanted to" is my standard reply whenever I had to explain, to someone, why I was doing something odd, something out of box, something which people thought required explanation.

Well, not me, I did everything till date with all my heart and never in my heart, I had a regret, for long back, I swore to myself "No regrets in this life".

People wanted to know, what I intened to become, What I intended to achieve, what path I intended to choose and whom I would follow.
People wanted to know whether I am a man or a monster? For the simple reason, they were all worried what I would become? will I bring destruction onto them? or will I deliver them?

Ha, I became a sea man, the captain of Mobi  my ship and the old man for twenty and hundred sons and daughters of these troubled times, who took to sea, in quest for freedon, joy and rommance, which couldn't be found in the civilized world.

Pirate Ship Simple Drawing

My fellow men, laughed at me, when I declined treasures of gold and silver. Men on the deck, called me nuts, when I stood against merciless looting and Men in uniform never made it till me.

Well, many a people, wondered, about my wants and my goals? Do I have a goal? I wouldn't kill someone without need, wouldn't loot someone's treasure and accepted every free soul, who boarded Mobi, as my son and daughter. All I wanted was a family, who would stick to each other, irrespective of anything.
The voyage was long one. Moby joined me first, then John, then Mark, then Lucy and so on, till I lost count of barrels of rum we needed in a day. I enjoyed it always and stood strong for myself, for my heart and for my dreams, behind the skull and bones.

Today, I am not on Moby. I am walking into hell, one big hell and am gonna bite off, more than I could chew. I grew old and the strength of my youth left me. There is one man, for whom I am doing this, just to tell him, that I wouldn't call him son again.

I am going to avenge my daughter, who was killed in cold blood, by one of my own sons. I am going all alone, for I was alone, when I started my family. He is now, in safe company of men in uniform, but will be free before long.
A sea man, boarding a navy ship and walking into into fifteen uniformed men, to quench his thirst would be remembered forever. I am gonna carry a rifle for him too, for I need a fight and I am sure, the brats never allow that pleasure for prisoners.
What will be my last words? Will my back be proud like ever? (without wound of cowards) Will I die? Will it pain me? Will Moby miss me? Will my sons and daughters forgive me? Will I miss the rum and the salmon? Ha, whatever, I have a mission and a purpose.

I am doom for everyone of those sonofabitch who points his fingers towards my family, for all I ever dreamt of, ever worked for and ever cared for is my family alone. I am doom for you, John.

--x--

Hope you liked the same. Do let me know how you felt about it. I am participating in other blogfests also and putting up some really cool posts for them. Please do have a look at them here

• Broken hearts BlogFest
• Flash Fiction from TerribleMinds.com
• Birthday Compfest
• Bucket List Blogfest
• March BlogChain
• Series of Unfortunate events
• A2A flash fiction challenge

My goodness, I didn't even know that I participated in so many blogfests, in last one week alone!!! ha Ha.

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Broken Hearts Blogfest

Greetings of the time everyone,

Hope you are all enjoying the frenzy activity on this blog and my other blog about the blogfests. Here is one more of them. The Broken Hearts Blogfest, which challenges you to write in 1000 words, wretched emotions, the anger, depression, fear, whatever happens after the happy honey-mooon lovey-dove V-day stuff is over and all that is left is a broken heart.

This time, I started reading entries of other participants before trying out my own article. Well, I literally feel like curling myself into moth ball and getting lost into the depths of dark hole. I can never never be as cool as most of these. But no issues, "swimming, staring, swimming, Gills in Gills out" says Trisha from WORD + STUFF. The same way, "read think write" this is how my life shall go on!!

       The following few words, are prologue for short fiction story, I wrote few days back with title "3 things that went wrong with my facebook" not yet published. I dunno how to get it done. So it is safe in the confides of my hard disk.I thought the prologue can be used here: So have a try:

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        My world was a sweet dream. I was the luckiest man on earth for I got to know whom I love the most. I had a father who loves money more than anything. I had a job that pays me about $200 at a young age of 19.  I was confident that I could win the heart of my princess, become rich, become popular and of course famous. And I had ample dreams of becoming a huge, successful author. 

        I had to choose poly-technique right after my tenth and job after my poly-technique while my friends were are all enjoying their life @ some college or the other. After my tenth, I lost contact with everyone who was close to me in tenth. I still loved Ms. Ammu with all my heart. It was a secret love. Yeah such things exist. I dunno why. I didn’t meet her for years and yet my love to her was becoming stronger and making my day better, my life happier till now.

          On the fateful morning of Dec 4, the princess of my world, Ms. Ammu, invited me to her home for a get-together. Well everything went well I hope. We all had fun, enjoyed together and had delicious lunch. I was introduced to a young lad that day. Mr. Vinay Ammu’s Boyfriend. Well, I understood what Harry Potter meant by my internals are filled with lead that very moment. I didn’t know what to do then. I also had to hear their story with a smile on my face. A 70mm smile which came from depths of heart. 

          Well, I at least understood how outdated I am. How remote I have become from my own, one time classmates. I couldn’t answer the questions like “What am I?” & “What the hell I am gonna do now?” Could I move on? Is this what is called as break-up? Isn’t this the catastrophe of the century? Half my colleagues were ready to round up Vinay and kick the hell out of him. Will that give me pleasure? Should I start boozing which I didn’t start only because Ammu doesn’t like boozers? Should I be friends with Ammu? I always thought such a day might come, but I was really not prepared to face it my foot, leave the preparations, I am already facing it. Should I disappear from the surface of earth?

        

Well, I could confide only in Ms. Nami another classmate in this issue. A similar get-together five months back brought both of us into contact. After hell lot of chatting with Ms. Nami, reasoning with my own heart and crying yeah I do cry I decided to join FACEBOOK and do a lot of show, just to hide my tears.

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        Hope you loved it, Don't forget to send your entry to the flash fiction challenge I am hosting on this blog. And don't forget to tell me how you feel about this.

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From the Dreams

Hey everyone, 

I just came to know about another blogfest organized by terribleminds.com. Here is the rules to participate in the fest:

Seeing the picture of the hotel given?? Write a fiction story around it. Any genre, Any stuff, just 1000 words or less. Share the link. Simple right???? 

Here is my entry!!

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From the Dreams

Hello Everyone,

         This is John, I am on a tour to Europe and am gonna stay in this hotel tonight. Looks Scary right?? Well, really yeah! In this hotel started a family legend of ours. Our grandfather in his mid twenties decided to visit Europe with as much comfort his life time savings could provide. He finally started from his hometown Washington DC

        While traversing through London, to save a buck or two and yet enjoy good food and ambiance of the day, my grandfather decided to stay in this hotel for a night. Well, he was pleased by the various services provided by the hotel including a healthy and nourishing dinner, a small orchestra which played music of nineteenth century (read contemporary world) and a luxurious room.

          When he retired for the day, he feel into deep sleep which was not quite of him for he was a very light sleeper In his sleep, he had a dream in which he was wandering the streets of London and was typically amazed by the newly arrived railways. He was lost in thought and walking where the road lead him. A small puppy, probably a week old, stared at him, came to his feet and nudged him. It was trying to lick his black, well polished leather shoes. 



      My grandfather, being an ungodly man, decided to kick the puppy away just before he was moved by the beauty, playfulness and the innocent look of the puppy. He wanted  to take the puppy into his hands, he bent and extended his hands, just then, a well grown stray dog barked at him. He was about to raise his head and look at it, but, in a second or so, the stray was all over him and bit him twice. Enraged, my Grandfather, took out his sidearm and shot the dog in its head. That was a nasty, really nasty way of killing a dog. He then decided to adopt the frightened puppy. But the puppy ran away among all this drama.

       He was searching for the puppy, walking up and down the street, looking into whatever he thought could provide refuge to a frightened puppy. Just then, by grace of god, he walked into a beautiful girl. The most beautiful women he had ever seen for the farms of America don't raise such beautiful women. He just apologized to the young women and got a glance of her face. He was astonished and fell down on his knees and said "A face without freckles is like sky without stars. People wouldn't love it. But you are special young lady. Your beauty is spotless and most admirable. Please marry me"

      Well, the young lady immediately extended her hand, My grandpa took her hand into his, stood, kissed her and started walking down, when the puppy came and nudged him again. He took the puppy and started walking towards the hotel." 


          When he woke up the other day, He called it a bad dream, because he didn't caress the curvy curvy body of the young lady. After breakfast he really wanted to see what the hype about the railways was all about. When he went there, a puppy, the same puppy he saw in his dream nudged him.


       Ha Ha, so from then on, every male of our family, from generation to generation, started visiting this hotel. It is unwritten law in our family that we must choose our better half this way. From the dreams.

The next morning:

Ah Ah!! John was shouting it can't be !!! He told himself a million times It can't be!!! For he saw a male in his dream!! Ha Ha Ha

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Hope you all loved my story!! Probably yes, Probably no!! Hey by the way, I am organizing a small flash fiction challenge here. Please do participate in the same.

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My Entry -- Series of Unfortnate Events Challenge

Hello Everyone,

Probably, you all know about the flash fiction challenge.   Here is my entry for the same. It consists of about 612 words in all. I didn't know that writing short story beyond 500 words would be difficult.

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A series of Unfortunate Events

 

    The hunter at last inflicted serious damage on his prey. He was happy and retired.   

The goddess like beauty of hers was amazing but it always had a secret to keep. Lily was its name and it is the last surviving vampire in this cruel world. Lily tried to deny the fact when she understood its implications. She tried to change the fact umpteenth time before finally accepting defeat. Lily is sick today, she knew her end was near and didn't know what to do about it. It was waiting for the pain to subside. Just then, someone moved into the park, sat on the bench facing Lily.

    John was lost in his world, thinking about how hectic and painful last few days of his life were and how everything was turning itself into happiness for him at last.

    He was one of the happiest man in the world, had a job which paid $300 for his work, which gave him ample free time to pursue his hobby viz writing books. He was trying to impress a girl or two and at same time trying to understand where his heart lies.

     He almost completed his first book when he lost his job. The reason was "Spending too much time on other avocations". John wanted to say Fuck you to his boss for being fired with idiotic reason like this. John new he was good at his work though he hated it. John knew he could complain but didn't want to. He was sure, he wouldn't want to work in the office again after having bad blood between him and the ramrod like boss.

    John was not sure regarding what job he must chase now. The same technical jobs? or his dream job viz article writer cum freelancer cum journalist?   Within weeks, he ran out of his savings. His sweetheart I mean the girl whom he imagined to be his sweet heart introduced her boyfriend to him.

    His first work, got published online without his knowledge anonymously. John doesn't know whom to sue? Well, friends come to help during such moments right? Yeah, one of his colleague figured out that the boss let the cat out of bag in this case and sued him on behalf of John in front of board of directors and in court of law.

    Well, the board of directors understood the implications soon enough, fired the boss, offered John his job back. The court of law ordered boss to pay back John with a million bucks just before the boss filed for bankruptcy.

    Whatever, in the end, John got back his job and his colleague proposed him for marriage via a letter which is still in John's pocket. John was happy in her company all time. He never realized what magic he was playing on her all the time. His colleague, Ms. Viva, at-last proposed him. Just before John decided to accept the proposal, Lily, the last vampire on earth moved very near to him.

    John thought Lily was about to ask something, and he politely rose to listen to her sweet voice, but he never heard anything. He felt a sharp sting of pain on his throat and in a flash it was gone. It was too late before John understood what happened. Lily fell down dead in her tracks and John turned pale like a statue.

    John is the last surviving Vampire on earth now and doesn't know whom to propose now. It was the million dollar question he always asked himself and now he has ample time to answer it. And doesn't know whether Iva will be happy to become a vampire for him.

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Well, I dunno if you liked it or not. I just wanted to stop after John gets his job back. But my girl in my heart now was impressed by  EDWARD CULLEN of Twilight series. She is imagining how life would be if a vampire proposes her. So I turned John into Vampire just to go behind the girl in my heart.

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