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“It’s not my fault,” he shouted. Andrew’s bellows resonated across the snowy forest as the adroit police officers were approaching with an augmenting pace, accompanied by their sniffer dogs. The wind blowing through the pine trees made eerie , melancholic noises as Andrew drenched in crimson blood was holding the body of his brother, Ernie. Trepidation stroked up and down and his spine as the realisation of his inevitable capture dawned upon him. All the evidence points towards him and even I f it didn’t the real culprits had already lined the police department’s pockets a myriad of times before.
As night dawned, the fulgent rays of the gargantuan glowing orb and the salmon sky gave way to the atramentous sky, dotted with specs of fulgent stars . The frigid cold only proliferated as Andrew and Ernie almost glaciating in the gelid climate darted into the nearby cafeteria lounge run by ‘Red’ John Crawford. Andrew heaved a sigh of relief as the warm air inside enveloped him. They had dropped by to pick up the weekly shipment of goods ‘Red’ wanted transported to the village a stone’s throw away. Andrew was bewildered when Ernie said he had found a new client as it would be a piece of cake to transport the goods himself but he went along with it. As they awaited the shipment, a gleaming black jeep roared across the store and pulled up nearby. On seeing this, Ernie’s face turned cadaverous . He was rooted to the spot and on seeing his eyes, was brimming with affrightning thoughts, vexation began mounting within him too. As innumerable thoughts raced through his mind like lightning, out of the blue, he felt a sharp pain at the back of his head which morphed in an unrelenting throbbing. As he felt the febrile touch of blood trickling down his forehead it all went atramentous.
Andrew woke up from his deep slumber and rubbed his bleary eyes to discern the face of the infamous gangster, Gustavo Garica. Garcia was the reason the market was flooded with illegal narcotics, which were detrimental to the health of anyone who consumed them. His avarice was clear from the tone in which he spoke, he went on to explain how Ernie had betrayed Andrew, and was using ‘ Red’s’ cafeteria as a front for transporting narcotics. He had too consumed these narcotics and it had become his vice. Hw was left indebted as he purchased these narcotics, which cost an arm and a leg , on a daily basis. It had been four months now, when two weeks ago Ernie was persuaded by his friends to steal a meagre amount of the cumbersome shipment. Blinded by the alluring façade of quick riches he did that for the last shipment and the one before it too. Andrew felt a tidal wave of despair crash onto his chest as Gustavo turned to Ernie and without uttering a single word, continued to relentlessly strike his head with the metal pipe he had clutched in his hand. Specs of blood flew across in all four directions as a red and white mosaic was created by the obliteration of Enrie’s head or whatever remained of it at its centre. Andrew sobbed incessantly as febrile tears scalded his cheeks, which had become blue because of the gelid cold. Gustavo advanced towards him and left the blood smeared metal pipe in his palm before striking him over his head.
As woke up to the blaring drone of the police sirens, he crawled towards his brother and held him in his clutches. He knew that the nefarious Gustavo had already greased the palms of these corrupt officials as they approached him. Melancholy overwhelmed him as he accepted the eventual apprehension and life long incarceration that was written in his fate.
The long hallway seemed to stretch on forever I took discreet minuscule steps cutting through the onyx like darkness. At the end of the corridor lay a simple wooden door. No, on second thought, the door actually appeared to be made of scintillating silver and was cool to touch. My quivering fingers touched the door, a feather like touch. Although my touch was light, the coldness of the door sent shivers through my veins and despite t he unusually low temperature in the rooms, perspiration trickled down my back like warm soup.
The door swung open and as I stepped through, my consciousness faded. “ Will you be here tomorrow ?” asked my best comrade as she swung her legs backwards and forwards incessantly, in hopes of gaining a higher and higher altitude. Her short limbs flailed and she looked rather frivolous as she bellowed non sensical words in apparent elevation. I grinned back at her and said , “ I can’t , some of us have to study.” My tone was mocking but my words were not. All I could think about was her being the perfect kid, the goody-two shoes of the playground. Not only was she Ms.Brainy but she was also alluring with blond ringlets and clear glassy blue eyes. She huffed as she came darting to me kicking up copious mountains of sand. Her eyes were questioning as I commenced a conversation that had something to do with her being the perfect child. As she bent down to tie her shoe lace , I picked out a short, incandescent ivory knife from the wide array that I had inside the denim jacket and enshrouded it behind my back.
Her trusting eyes bore into mine as I brought the knife in a silvery arc and then blood red bloomed like a flower on her little white dress.
I awoke in the pallid grey light of the hospital and an unsurpassable pang of pain shot through my neck. Then, as if , my limbs had a wall, I began trotting towards the door, my attempts to stop walking proved fruitless.
“How many times ?” I questioned
“Until you learn to swallow your insecurity ?” they said.
Then I continued my incessant path as the light left and the darkness enveloped me and spasms of guilt raced through my mind.
Both of us were beaming jubilantly and were in exuberant spirits as Paul’s phone started ringing. His ebullient face was replaced with a look of consternation then again replaced with a smile that gave me the chills. I wanted that smile to disappear as it discomforted me. He looked up at me with an apologetic look and apprised me that he had some urgent work to attend to and would meet me at home. I tried pleading with him as it was dead in the night. Paul explained that this could not wait and vowed he would be back before I knew it. I agreed reluctantly and went on my way with the car.
I had almost reached when a figure clad in a black coat appeared out of the darkness and I almost ran over him. I swerved the car quickly and pulled over. I was yet out of breath when the figure started making its way towards me. Gripping the steering , I braced myself for the worst. However the figure was an old woman with a high pitched voice along with a despondent tale about how she was abandoned and needed to reach home. I resolved to lend her a helping hand convincing myself I was doing a noble act. Attempting to start a conversation, I asked her some questions about her life but was always rewarded with tight lipped one worded answers. Finally giving up, I turned the radio on to the news channel. The car was overwhelmed with incessant repetitive news until after sometime there was an urgent announcement. It was about a psycho killer being on the lose. I was paralyzed with trepidation hearing this announcement and desiderated to reach home as quickly as possible . The description of the killer was that he was dressed in a black coat . I drew in a quick breath and kept repeating that this can not be possible trying to convince and pacify myself. I suddenly coveted to be cognizant of the lady’s identity who surprisingly had no reaction to this. I got the chills again as the figure looked down and smiled. That smile.
Just then, the doctor and my dad entered with the reports. The doctor handed the report to my father displeasingly and with a sigh. This was the signal that indicated that there was something wrong. I asked the doctor about what had happened , fretfully. He took a deep breath and told me pityingly, “ You kidney is really fragile. You need to have a kidney transplant.” I looked at him disbelievingly , hoping that what he said was just a mistake. My dad, held my hand and then gingerly caressed me.It took me sometime for this to sink in me. I felt helpless. My heart ticked like a time bomb against . Soon it was time to leave the hospital. My dad was having a solemn discussion with the doctor. I pressed my ear on the door, to overhear the discussion. What I heard just added to my melancholy. There was no donor available at the time and I hardly had time to squander. I took a step back and dashed out and into the car. I sobbed acrimoniously at my accursed destiny. There was nothing I could do to improve my condition.
As I returned home, I embraced my mother and let the tears gush out like a waterfall . On knowing what had happened to me , she was disheartened and tried turning a deaf ear but couldn’t. There was a pandemonium in my house. Everyone was just solicitous about me. Soon time flew like a bird. One night, my dad entered my room and told me, “ Mom has a gift for you !” He was not very elated at that time, but tried his best to be. I smiled at him back. I felt satiated and somewhat jubilant see him smile after decades.
Two weeks later, my dad woke me up, shaking me vigorously. He took me to the hospital. I was flummoxed, as I had no news , about going there. I was soon taken to the doctor’s cabin. There I was apprised that I had to undergo a surgery, and that they had found a donor. As these words pierced into my ears, my happiness knew no bounds. I was exhilarated to undergo the surgery and finally be free from my pallid life. After six long hours , my surgery was over. I felt really weary on waking up. But I was keen to know who was the one, who had bestowed me with the gift of life.
On reluctant urging, my dad apprised me about who lend a helping hand in keeping me alive. He said with a gentle voice. “The person who gave you this gift was your Mom !” I could not digest this. My ebullience of being alive perished into a million pieces . My mother had given me the greatest gift of life. Not only was she the one who brought me into this world but was also the one who risked her life to keep me alive. It was the greatest gift a child could ever receive !
By Prisha .Z.
“Bomb !” I squealed in terror as I beheld the atramentous bag with four red wires connected to a time bomb. My heart palpitated against my frail chest. A million notions raced through my ingenious mind as the time bomb ticked petulantly. A I swerved through the train compartment and reached the red alarm button. I pressed the button and pulled the chain with all my might. The train halted with a jerk. Everyone gasped. I dashed towards my bag and called the police. They were alarmed and notified the bomb squad promptly. My true blue comrade , Kelly and I decided to evacuate the train as rapidly as lightning. Kelly quickly got hold of the speaker. We announced, “ Please do not panic and help us in this situation by cooperating. One person from each compartment will coordinate with Kelly. Kelly sprinted like a deer through all the compartments without creating a pandemonium. The bomb has a screen which displayed 10:00. It was only these 10 minutes that we had to maybe transform our lives or bite the dust. We were on pins and needles. As soon as the train which was as long as a snake, was evacuated. Kelly and I picked the black bag out of the train. Our heart was in our mouth as our hands and legs quivered like jelly. We got out of the train and hurled the bag on the platform. The bag fell with a “ Thud !” In the nick of time, the police arrived with the bomb squad. Soon the experts had resolved a way to defuse the indignant bomb which was ticking like an alarm ready to ring. While the expert was gearing up to cut the wire, our hearts pounded rapidly. Perspiration adorned our forehead and a chill ran down everyone’s spine.
The repulsive beeping halted and everyone squealed in exhilaration and capered with joy. In a couple of moments the astronomical station was filled with vociferous torrents of applaud. Kelly and I felt as proud as peacocks. We were praised by the police and the bomb squad for reporting the menace and saving the day.
The next morning we awoke to the jubilant chirps of the birds and were in the seventh heaven to see our names printed in bold letters on the front page of the newspaper. We were due to receive a scintillating gold medals for being valiant an d for our brilliant presence of mind.
“ Enter the aphotic forest at 12 :00 am and prove that you are not terrified of ghosts.” Alex said as arrogantly as a raged dog. “ Okay, then . I’ll meet you over there at 12 :00 am tonight,” saying this we both departed for our abodes.
Time flew like a bird and we met at the forest at midnight. “ Hey ! You are here,” said Alex in a quivering voice. He appeared timid. “ Why are you scared, my friend. I am there with you.” I said in a proud manner. So we both entered the atramentous forest. I could hear the wolf’s howling, owl’s hooting , grisly crows cawing and many other strange voices. Then out of nowhere jumped a dead mouse full of blood. Out of fear, Alex ran faster than a racer leaving me alone. I proceeded with my journey, my heart pounding like a time bomb against my chest. I came across a lady with a weird face, wearing a plain white dress. Her legs were turned upside down and she was approaching me. I panicked and was about to sprint in the opposite direction when I spotted some prodigious spiders running towards me. I was being attacked from both sides and had absolutely no chance of escaping so I had to surrender. I let out a strident bellow.
In the blink of an eye, I heard voices calling my name. I slowly got up from my slumber and saw my mother trying to wake me up. I realized that I was having a nightmare. I heaved a sigh of relief. This dream was wicked and evil and it made me start believing in abominable ghosts.
On my way to school, I met Alex. He told me, “ See you at the forest tonight !” My blood ran cold
A sublime day unfolded as the incandescent sun beamed like a sapphire through the velutinous sky. The Earth bathed in a warm rosy glow as the pristine clouds fluttered just like a plethora of butterflies chasing each other in the elephantine sky.
The golden fingers beamed luminously across the boundless sky and another day commenced for Jack as he woke up with a jerk. He stretched his arms and legs and geared up for school that was a stone’s throw away. A wave of disconsolation swept through his mind as he realized that today was a practice mock exam for his final exam of the 12th grade. All these years that have passed by of Jack going to school and giving tests and exams, he has failed miserably. No one lends him a helping hand as he has failed twice and no one has ever taken the efforts to understand his feelings and emotions. Jack took the bus and headed towards the school. He was already delayed due to heavy traffic jam around his area and he was used to getting punishments for this. By now, it was just normal for Jack, He didn’t obey his teachers and had close to no respect for his parents. He arrived and stood outside his classroom for 20 minutes. After he came inside, he quickly started to pen his test and like always he was flummoxed by the arduous paper. He was jubilant and didn’t care about it as it was just a practice paper, however he had realised that it was a must for him to do well and pass with flying colours in the final exam that was just a few months later. He had no one to help him and he was in desperate need. The mock exam was over and he had made up his mind to ask one of his classmate named Alex to lend him a helping hand for the final examination. Just before he could ask him, Alex came to Jack and assured him that everyday after school, he would study with him for the exams. Jack was on cloud nine. He was confident and trusted Alex as he was one of the most ingenious students in his class. That day , Jack went back home in ebullience and buoyancy and in full hope for tomorrow. He had amde a solemn vow to mend his ways and turn into a new leaf. He had agonized his parents by failing in a wide array of examinations but this was a golden opportunity for Jack to prove himself by burning the midnight oil. The night passed by and Jack was awake planning his schedules of academics. The next day passed and Alex met Jack after school. They started to prepare for the exams. They were completing the portion faster and also studying together. They helped each other if one was in a predicament. Alex left no stone unturned to help Jack. During that month, they became true blue comrades and Jack was closer each day to perform well in exams for his future ahead. Finally, the day dawned when the exams were held. Everyone was geared up to write it as this was the most prime exam. Jack was paralyzed due to consternation and his heart beat like a time bomb against his chest. Alex was confident and calmed Jack. Jack for the first time was in fear for the exams. He wrote the paper dexterously and then just anticipated for the results to come. The results had arrived and the head master of the school announced Jack’s marks first. She said, “ Improving the most this year, he has passed with marvellous results , his name is Jack !” Everyone was appalled and appreciated Jack. Jack proved his potential to all. “ All of this was just because of one friend that arrived like an angel in my life, that person is , Alex !” exclaimed Jack in his last few words of his speech in front of the entire school.
By Tahaa Mithiborwala
The obsidian canopy dotted with a flock of auroral light was transformed into an orange d streaked one as the behemothic orb of light rose and spread its warm and fulgent rays in all direction. The atramentous sky had been vanquished and replaced by a serene blue firmament hosting of a myriad of flocculent clouds of innumerable shapes and sizes moving torpidly. The vociferous shrieking and constant droning of my alarm pulled me out of my deep slumber as I drowsily dressed myself and whipped up a small plate with two eggs and a slice of toast as my means of sustenance.
I duly noted his parent’s absence, a convention that I had become all too familiar with the matters of urgency associate with the business they were in. I carried out several household chores before clasping my phone and walking out of the front door making sure everything was safe and secure.
My grades had dipped recently and my perfect record was blemished as a result of the several bad influences I had acquired through the acquaintances through middle school. I simply saw life as a monotonous cycle of studying in school, coming home and going to bed but all of that was about to change.......
As I returned home, my eyes fell upon his door hanging ajar. Vexation started building up inside me as innumerable thoughts about the grave situation I was in ran through my mind at the speed of light. As I walked in, I was distraught to see the house in complete disarray as every nook and cranny had been ransacked in order to find something. I saw the marvellous ebony table in our dining room flipped upside down and adorned with scratches and cuts all over. I saw the glass panel in the kitchen lying broken into a million pieces resembling a gleaming mosaic of destruction. My beloved mother’s precious vase was found shattered on the floor. All of this scenery sent affrighting thoughts racing through my mind. I felt like a rudderless ship stranded on the abject waves of time. My heart was full of remorse as I saw several treasured family heirlooms viciously destroyed . Febrile tears scalded my cheeks and perspiration trickled down my back like warm soup as my whole body flared with agonizing pain- clouding my judgement greatly. My constant bellowing fell on deaf ears as not a single noise permeated the silence that this void of sorrow had created.
After a while, I regained my composure and competently began scanning my house for the wretched intruder. After searching the top floor, I began treading down the stairs. As the wooden steps creaked incessantly, I felt like I was being submerged deeper and deeper into a pit of nausea and dread. Through a gap , I caught a glimpse of two individuals tied to a chair while a man shrouded by black ski mask held a gun to their head, Alerted by the creaking, the man walked up the stairs. He towered over me as his intimidating frame made me tremble with fear. On seeing him, I darted up the stairs and ran straight to the kitchen to better equip myself. Now clasping a knife , I anxiously awaited the man but a wave of confusion fell over me as I felt my legs give out and me crashing down onto the floor. I regained consciousness to myself bound to a chair with the ropes biting into my wrists as a pool of crimson blood had formed on the ground.
A split second later, I felt the frigid touch of cold metal press against my head. Having understood what it was, I accepted my fate and closed my eyes. In my last moments, all I wanted to remember was my parents. As I heard a bulled being fired, I was astounded as I did not feel a single shred of pain . On opening my eyes, I find the man lying on the floor with crimson blood jutting out of his body like it was coming through a tap. The last thing I saw before I woke up in the hospital was my mother caressing me.
More than a year later, the memory is still etched in my mind as it strikes me ruthlessly in my deep slumber every day. There are some days where sleep eludes me and I spend the night staring into the white ceiling of my room.
HE WAS THE MOST HILARIOUS BOY I HAD EVER ENCOUNTERED . HE WOULD MAKE EVERYONE ROLL ON THE FLOOR WITH LAUGHTER…………..
His name was Alex, is what I heard in a rambled up conversation at school. He was known for his pranks and jokes throughout the school and he had a copious amount of comrades, more than eager to hear another one of his jokes that would make one holler with l laughter.
He was a new kid and had just joined in our school. It so happens that he’s had a hidden secret that nobody is cognisant of. It all commenced the day, I found him wailing his heart out on the frigid floor in the janitor’s room. I had woken up really late that day causing me to be late to school and miss the first bell. I quickly carried my cumbrous books I n my sweaty palms and sprinted to my class. But I halted when I heard the noise of a sniffling person in the janitor’s room.
Who could that be ? My heart throbbed faster as I walked towards the janitor’s room down. I was already l ate for the first period so it wouldn’t matter if I was a few more minutes late knowing that I’ll have detention after school hours. Without letting my mind wander again, I yanked the door open to see Alex. His hands were quivering and his eyes looked bloodshot and a myriad of tears streamed down his face.
I sat next to him and tried not to stutter as I asked him, “A-are you okay, Alex ?” He didn’t reply but continued snivelling incessantly. I fished my phone out of my pocket and called my beloved mother letting her know I was missing school and was going to walk Alex home. He quietly wiped his tears and furiously shook his head as if to say ‘No’. I took his hand in mine and to my utter dismay, I realized his hands were bleeding profusely and that his throat had become the colour of puckish green. My breath faltered as I grabbed his hands as gingerly as I could and tread all the way to the hospital.
In a rushed tone, I told nurse whatever I could think of that could have happened to him. My face was clouded with consternation as I waited in the public waiting room while my parents rushed to the hospital. My parents reached and my mother held me in her sinewy yet dainty hands as I recounted what had happened. My father let the information sink in and decided that he would manage the hospital bills. My mother claimed to hear that Alex’s mother happened to hurt him frequently.
The following morning was a Saturday so I would not have school. I caprioled out of my bed and hurriedly rushed to the hospital to check upon Alex. The nurse led me to the room and I discerned him lying on his bed limply.
As he saw me he broke into a wide grin and motioned me towards a note kept on the side desk.
I picked the paper in my hand discreetly and read what was written in his scrawny handwriting :
I know you will want to know about what happened. Infelicitously, a year ago, my dad left my mother for someone else. My mother couldn’t cope with the abrupt change and moved here to Texas. She was drowning in despondency. But I guess, it was too much pressure for her. She commenced drinking and became violent unleashed her vexation on me. I was terrified whenever she would be in an inebriated state. Yesterday she coerced me to eat smouldering burning coal so that I may never be able to talk again but my mother is in custody now. Till I get my voice back, make sure to make everyone guffaw till they fall off their seats. Thank you for helping me, it meant a lot. XOXO Alex.
By the time I finished reading the note, tears threatened to fall out of my eyes. Alex gave me a soft smile and took my hand in his robust hands and gave it a squeeze before he shut his eyes and fell into a deep slumber.
So now after three months, Alex is back to normal and lives with his aunt who showers him with unconditional love and takes wonderful care of Alex. Alex and I have become quite close and I can never stop laughing. I am ebullient and exultant that now Alex can achieve what he wants with his supportive aunt as his guardian.
The coruscating yellow orb was game to face another day in the astronomical sky by scorching the Earth mercilessly. The mud danced around the battlefield as John prepared for the repulsive war. The two armies of India and Pakistan combated over the equal share of natural resources. John was a valiant and vigilant soldier who was loyal to his country – Pakistan. The war preluded by the two armies gruesomely killing their enemies. The war had become a benchmark for bloodshed, hatred and animosity . John proficiently managed to kill a handful of enemies from India. As the war continued, John was left aghast. He was like a cat on hot bricks. Fear stroked up and down his spine. John was in two minds while he discerned his enemy being his long lost childhood comrade. Joseph and John were true blue companions until misunderstandings and disagreements drifted them apart with time. Joesphwas now in the Indian Army fighting for his country. John andJoesph were vivacious beholding each other after umpteen years, however, a decision had to be made by John. He could either fight for his country or save his companions.
Joseph was injured and bellowed in agony. How John coveted that he didn’t recognize Joseph! Infelicitously , if John didn’t kill Joseph, Pakistan might have to surrender . Taking the most arduous resolution of his life , John placed the gun on Joseph’s forehead. The raucous and unpleasant cacophony of the bullet in John’s ears. He was greeted by melancholy and guilt of killing Joseph. Disconsolation engulfed him. The discombobulating decision would haunt John like an obstinate ghost for eternity . Sorrowful tears wracked his body as a new spasm of agitation overwhelmed him. Taking a glance at Joseph, for the last time, John shrieked , “It’s not folly , I did it for the country.” The victory of his country was not invigorating for John as Joseph had bit the dust and bid goodbye to the world.