Vampire

Stay where you are,
There is no bar,
Where you can pass.
Don't be afraid, please,
You can feel the cool breeze.
Relax,
I'll even give you a flapjack.
Eat it,
Before I have a FIT!
And eat you,
Not give you a new hairdo.
I am a vampire,
And I admire
Human's blood, which I can get if I kill you using a campfire.

Poem attempt using rhyming words!

by roshwrites

Owly Night

"Owwwwwwwwwwww." What was that? Suddenly I saw a glimmering light from a branch on a evergreen tree, which looked green even at night. Then, I saw another glimmering light. "Owwwwwwwwwwww." Aaaah! I really need to know what that noise is, I thought. I turned on the lamp. Oh. It was an owl. It was only then I remembered that owl's are nocturnal... and have eyes that glimmer in the dark.

I hope you liked the 70 words fiction attempt! Well... to be honest, this was supposed to be 55 fiction, but then it was too long so I invented a 70 fiction :P Btw- I changed my signature because the other one was too blurry :)

Here I come !!

Your fear,
I see it in your eyes
keeps me alive
Here I come !
your life
I'll take it away
it will end today
ripping out your insides
I'll leave you to rot
what a sick odor
Scream all you want
but you can't stop this horror !!

Nightmare!!!!!

Sarah was running along the sea shore as she spotted a group of rogues chasing her.She removed her high heeled shoes so that she could accelerate her speed.She was already tired after attending the business forum.She was feeling thirsty.She turned back to see if the fiends were still following her.There was no one in sight for miles. She tried calling Vicky,her boyfriend.The phone line was busy.
Probably this was the worst nightmare in her life.It was 1.45 am and she was famished.Soon,her phone was out of charge.She was helpless.
And of sudden,she could hear someone screaming and screeching.She turned around to see who it was.
A group of thugs slaughtered a young man by cutting him into peices.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa,"Sarah screamed.

"Abhey sale STE,channel change kar yaar boring movie hai re,terror naam ki koi cheez hai ,"Sandeep said to Ste.

"Chal Fashion TV laga,let me see supermodel Alek Wek," he added.

Ste soon changed to channel number 46 and they both watch Ftv.
They were devoid of something that was going to happen.Reporter Sarah was sitting next them, whom they had just seen on a TV channel.

It's her......

12 O' clock.....

Bedroom......

"Tring Tring....."

Will was deep asleep.....

He ignored the call.....

"Tring Tring......"

Again the phone sounded......

It was a call from an unknown number.......

Will placed his mobile over his ears.....

"Hi darling how r u???

Will was shocked nd woke up completely his face pale with fear.....

"It can't be",Told Will in a low voice.....

"It's me dear...... Am waiting by ur door...... open up.....",told the lady in the phone......

Will got up from his bed...... His feet were cold.....

He had goose flesh all over his body......

He sloely got down the stair.....

Fear traversing through his spine.....

His whole body trembling.....

The cold breeze added to his fear.....

He opened the door.....

There was a faint figure by the door.....

"How r u dear???",Asked the figure.....

Will suddenly woke up from his dream with tachycardia and sweatingg.....

he has been repeatedly gettin dreams of his dead wife coming to life again......

*Her last thoughts*

I am Drowning
Drowning in your love
Drowning because once I loved you
Drowning because
I want this love in my heart to end!

It was easy
For you to say
It was mere attraction
I broke all the ties
I had with my loved ones
Just so that, your love
I don't miss a fraction!

In this watery grave, I sink slow
This moment is my last
That love in me refuses to die
I shall come back to you
You are my thoughts
As I now breathe my last...

P.S.: I don't know if it goes well with the theme. Just give it a read even if it doesn't.

Image Courtesy

She..

He was sitting there like he used to be.. waiting.. waiting for her to appear .. It was 9:00 p.m .. She loved coming late making him wait for her .. . All of a sudden his cell rang on the other hand he heard his friends, Ammad's worried voice;

What he heard made him startle and with a pain in his heart he gave his head in his hands..

-illusiOn~

P.S( an awful attempt.. sorry guys)

I fear ....

F.E.A.R ... you know this word itself should be feared.its all in the mind.. that's how it can cripple even the strongest of hearts and bravest of souls. Gladly i am none of the mentioned species ... so i can fear a lot of things, i can cry for a lot of reasons, and i can be mad for a lot of reasons...

I fear myself... yes, i am my biggest enemy.. I fear my failures. They make me lose faith in everything ! I fear success. It takes me way from so many things. I fear my enemies. They give me spooky dreams most days. I fear my friends. They make me possessive and insecure. I fear darkness. I heard all dark times are sucker for your joys. I fear day. It exposes secrets to the world. I fear hatred. It kills you. I fear being in love. It kills your heart and soul before leaving. I fear life. Its cruel to you. I fear death. Its cruel to ones who love you.

I read somewhere "Better dear than fearful" !! What a noble thought... That's when i decided to die.



So here i am,on the terrace of my apartment. An empty wine bottle rolls along the length of the roof,resting along the wall. Wall ... oh I always wanted to walk on this wall but you never let me .. Today i will not stop... Its my last day after all...

The city is a blaze even in the darkest of night. But its peaceful here. No horns, no human chatter.. just me on the wall.. spreading my hands to fly ! A tear rolls down my cheek, i whisper to the winds, "I miss you". and i turn to walk on the wall. I lose my senses with each step, but i don't fall. I know you are holding me . I can feel your hands in mine, like old times. And as i come down, i feel your eyes bore into my heart. I cry standing there, I beg you to let me die. Am so miserable without you ... no one to trust, no one to love, no one to protect, coz you are so high above !

Its then i feel so warm, i can not hold anymore ... I pick up the cold knife .. My last resort, my last wish... i cut myself on both wrists. I lie gazing at the stars, singing your favorite lullaby loudly. Then all went dark for a minute.. followed by blinding light. I step into your arms.. wonder if i knew you were waiting for me all time. I kiss your lips passionately as you hug me so fondly.

Minutes later we part, not by choice but by some unknown force. I return to my bleeding body, surrounded by my family. I hear the ambulance in few minutes. Oh! they will save me again.

I hear my mom crying "Why does she want to die ? Its the third time in a month!!"

I smile coz only i know this feeling. Its the only way i feel you near me. Its the only way I think i have control on my life. Its something i will do again .. very soon.....

FEARY FRIDAYS - SYNOPSIS OF FEAR - 1

It is as much Inside me ,
As It is in most of you all!
Acceptance or denial wont change the fact that we all are afraid... Afraid of failing Afraid of losing it all... sometimes Afraid of being us!

But U know what... When I think about it now, I feel that...

It is better to be afraid of things... rather then... Engraved and suppresed symptoms of fear as I belive... They are far far more painful Then simply allowing the acceptance of your fears...

THINK ABOUT IT!

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POETIC CRIES OF INTERPERSONAL EXPRESSIONS

Adventures of Inspector Balan - Terror Friday special series.

(Inspector Balan in Civil dress.Picture taken at Water Kingdom where Al Waquadi Activist Rakhib Hashan was hiding .)

"Ganpatrao,tyala bolva re Bala," Inspector Balan ordered constable Ganpatrao Thombre to get Rakhib Hashan,the Al Waquada terrorist.

"Kutte ,Doggie ,My boss won't leave you,"Rakhib said to Inspector Sandeep Balan.
"You will have to answer my boss 'Okama win Modem',and I am sure he will taste your blood," he added.

"Blood my foot,Let me taste Rasna mango flavour ,"Inspector Balan took a sip of the mango juice.

It was very tasty and Inspector Sandeep Balan wanted to drink more.
But at the mean time,Rakhib grabbed the revolver from Ganpatrao Thombre and soon placed the gun over Inspector Balans forehead.

"Ila Al Izqak Ali Uazal Kiya Hayin mearj kahsyue." He screamed .
He was very happy and dancing.The Inspector was aware of this,but he pretend to act.Inspector Balan was a big fan of Mithun Chakraborthy.He performed the infamous pelvic dance .By doing this , Inspector Balan took the gun from the terrorist.He shot him at 5 different places on his body.At his last few minutes,Rakhib Hashan said something that did not shock Inspector Sandeep Balan.

"You are dea d.My boss 'Okama win modem' won't leave you,count your days," and Rakhib closed his eyes.

Inspector Balan was still sucking the mango juice from the rasna bottle although there was nothing in it.

(Will Inspector Balan escape the mights of 'Okama win Modem' or will he sip Mango juice?, we will be back)

One Bullet Is All That It Takes..!!

Room No. 301

He flash opened his eyes, as he heard a distant silencer of an idle motorbike. Turning over on his bed, he craned his head to catch a glimpse through the little window of his dim lit room. Pitch darkness, a far away and the only illuminated street light was all that his eyes could gather. His wrist-watch reminded him that the sun would rise in just about two hours. The sound of the motorbike diminished into silence: a scary silence. Charlie could hear his shaky, heavy breath. He could feel his heart pacing up and down. He closed his eyes to calm himself but in vain, as he heard human movements outside his door in the corridor. He locked his lips tight in trying to mute his breath. He browsed through his pockets for his revolver, with leaking hopes. The revolver was lost the day before, he knew it. Three… two…one…. “Knock knock” his door was knocked. Charlie said to himself, pressing his eyes- “They are here…Help me God…. They are here..”




Room No. 302 >

‘Deal Agreement, Mr. Vinod, VV & Co.’ Mr. Vinod couldn’t believe his eyes scanning through those words in the ‘Agreement papers’. He couldn’t help smiling. As if talking to the dark sky outside his window, he said- “ The sun has already risen in my life. You still have two hours of darkness.” He realised that the sun would be setting back home in India at that point of time, grabbed his cell phone, hit the numbers on them as his lovely wife greeted him on the other side- “Congrats dear. Got the news. I’m preparing sweets.”

“Love you dear. What’s a sweet if it’s not you Ani?” his smile almost touched his ears.

“ Oh come on ya. Waiting for you. Another 8 hours and you will be here. Just can’t wait baby.”

“Yeah. And hey, what’s my kitty doing?”

“She’s watching cartoon on tv. Hey can’t you reach here faster than 8 long hours?”

“Awee.. Love you baby. I’ll run even in the flight and reach soon. Don’t worry.” He joked as they cut the call.

Vinod, stood by the window, the soft carpet beneath him, the sky clearing, as a weak moon showed itself between the rolling red clouds. The silence was broken with a sudden thud on his door. It took him a long ten seconds to realise the sound and then hurried to the door, peeped through the view-finder but found no one. As though his brain was resting, he motioned his hands, reached the latch to open the door not realising that he was about to commit the biggest mistake of his life.


Room No. 301

Charlie, who didn’t respond to the door knocks, freezed to discover that the locks were being jimmied using foreign substances. He literally felt his blood rush inside him as he found his head go blank. It took two minutes for the door to be flung opened, thereby exposing two white men wearing black caps, holding a revolver each. They were revolvers fitted with silencers, making them appear longer than normal. Charlie, as a last resort, leapt out of his bed and tried to speed out into the corridor and it took no time for those huge men to grab him and let out a shot. The bullet pierced through his palms as it began colouring the carpet red. Charlie, acting entirely on his reflexes, stood and dragged himself as he covered some distance in trying to break away. Within no time he received another shot, on his shoulder this time, ripping off the upper part of his shirt along with a lump of skin. The uncontrolled running doubled with the gun shot led him crashing straight into another door : Door No. 302.

Vinod drew the latch and the door gave way, exposing him straight to the back of a wounded man (Charlie). Standing face-to-face to Charlie were two hugely built white men, with revolvers and sprinkled blood stains on their faces. One of them, with a forceful voice whispered, as he pointed his revolver into Charlie’s chest- “ You think you can get away?? Go to hell” and bhoom. The relatively silent bullet hit Charlie straight on his chest thrusting his body right into Vinod’s arms. Vinod, who, in a state of shock withdrew his hand allowing the body to drop vertically down over the soft carpet.



Mr. Vinod, the Founder of VV & Co., there he was facing straight into two gunmen, fresh murderers. His worst fears came alive as the hand with the revolver raised once again, this time Vinod’s chest the target. “No Evidence, no bullshit please. Sorry” said a voice, as the bullet sped and ripped apart a pure chest. The thud lifted his legs above the ground, dropped identically beside the dead Charlie. The air gushed out of him, the heart stopped as he breathed his last.

Certainly the sun was setting back home in India as the sun rose over Vinod’s dead body.

Suicides Have No Coffin...

A bullet through his head...thats how it all ended...

Puncturing the cranium , Lacerating the meninges and grey matter....finally disintegrating 'her memories' from the core of his hippocampus .... 

His story is simple and uncomplicated...

He loved her... She didn't ....He stalked her ... She humiliated him.... He was crushed ... He found solace in his pistol....

Alone in the dark ... he woke up... feeling cold and wretched... separated from his anatomy... but still married to the memories of her... He thought he had fenced off her memories by putting his heart to rest... but now he is more merged with her memories than ever being amalgamated with his soul... he couldn't free himself of the pain in his heart... he smiled... does he still have one ?? 

He wandered hopelessly on all the streets of his dear little town....crossed states... crossed borders... trying to find his portal to hell...

Time passed....

He ran-out of streets to wander... finally found his way home... he was still muddled with thoughts of her... he knew he must face her... to absolve himself of her thoughts... 

He reached the street , he liked the most... her home in it... where in the park bench , once he always sat , waiting to see her face... waiting for yet another humiliation... during his mortal days...

Gates and doors couldn't stop him now... he reached her room... 

There lay his angel... still strikingly beautiful and pale... naked and safely confined in another man's arms... He never has had such a rush of pain and anger even during his mortal days , even when she rejected him , even when she humiliated him... as if the inner core of his soul was burning... He couldn't take it anymore...

He gave a deafening cry... and with his cold , stabbing hand... pierced her pale torso and squeezed the heart which he once loved so dearly... 

PS - Hope its good ... :-)

Ciao,

Arun Kumar - My life - As I know it

THERE NEVER BEFORE..!!!

A sudden thunder woke me up and I could feel the cool breezes flowing outside. I switched on the light but there was no power. I was afraid of the darkness, adding to it were different sounds heard from outside. I managed to get up and move out from my room, but nothing was seen except the darkness.

I counted my steps, was a pass time when I was alone, and went to the candle stand that was standing near the staircase that leads to the main living room. I lit the candles and took one of it by hand and carried it to my parent’s room. The way was all dark with a small light, but still I found it different now. The paintings on the wall were different; the furniture is changed. It seems like everything changed with just a power cut.

I knocked my parent’s room but there was no answer. I thought they were still sleeping and so opened the door myself. I could not see the room properly as the candle light was not just enough. When I managed to see, I couldn’t believe my eyes. My parents were not there.
I was shocked and couldn’t think about what was happening. In that colossal building I was alone and moreover, I didn’t know where my parents were. I couldn’t stop the tears rolling down my eyes.

I went back to the living room with the same candle in my hand, but couldn’t think of any place where I could find my parents. While this was squeezing my brain, I observed that the objects in the living room are all scattered. The fear rose in me and I was unable to move. Suddenly the candle blew off.

I wanted to shout for help, but couldn’t do it because of the fear that blocked my throat. I wanted to call my father’s mobile and so got up from the sofa and started moving to the phone that’s there near the stair case. On my way, something struck my foot, I was taken aback.
It was a wet palm and when I shook it, the sound of the bangles tensed me. I couldn’t think whose it was but was having lots of doubts in my mind. I then again started counting my steps back and went in the way of the other candle stand and lit one candle. I hurriedly brought it to the place I was standing a moment before, I could see my mother’s sari with some red stains, and I then hurried the candle to the face. This made the candle get blew off once again.

I went back to the place I got it and lit it once again, this time I could feel my heart beating very hard, and my hands were shivering. I went back to the old place, to see who it was.

The light was just on to the face, by then I was almost confirmed that it was my mom but still wanted to assure. When the light was getting on to the face, my phone rang.

Then I realized this was all a dream.

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PS. I posted this at my blog already.....but found it goes with the theme today...so posted it again..!!! If the admins feel that i broke the rules, they are allowed to delete it...No issues..!!
Thank you..!!!

Brutal Love.......

Shione had been dating Josh for quite sometime now, enough for her to be madly in love with him. They had always spent time outside amongst the hustle and bustle of the city. Both had dreamt of having a quiet corner all to themselves where they could share their special moments..

Today the day had come, she had invited him over for dinner. She had spent the entire day cooking a sumptuous meal for the two of them, doing up her house, the table, setting the crockery and cutlery to match the occasion, as perfect as she could get... Finally with an hour left before his arrival, she made sure that she looked her best. Donning the white dress, Josh had gifted her, she touched up her face, her face glowing with happiness..

The door bell rang. She rushed to her dressing table, took one last look at herself and when she was content ran to answer the door. Holding her breath, she opened the door. Josh was standing right there with a bouquet of red roses wearing a smile on the face. But there was something odd about his demeanour today, something which made her uncomfortable. Shirking her baseless thoughts, she took him by his arm and led him into the sitting room. She smelt alcohol in his breath and realized his walk wasn't steady, and so were her thoughts now..

She looked at him and asked, "Are you alright?" A devilsh smile escaped him while his eyes scanned her from head to toe crossing the lines of decency. She froze. She parted her lips to ask again and a thunderous blow came smashing on her rouge cheeks. She got thrown, her head landing heavily on the corner table. She flinched from the pain, felt warm, viscous liquid trickling down her forehead and her lips swollen. She felt her world quake, fear engulfing her..

Lighting a cigarette, he looked down at her and said, "My friend commented that you are the most beautiful woman and that he could have done anything to have you in his life. I wonder how many men have ogled over you? Only I own you. You shall pay the price to have made a place in the fantasies of other men." He exhaled a waft of smoke, allowing it to hang in the air. Alarm ran through her, her mind went berserk.

He pulled her up by her hair, she tried to scream, but the look in his eyes silenced her. He moved her face closer to his, inhaled another puff and smothered it on her face. His ghoulishness a darker tinge now. She tried to move, extricate herself from this monster, but all she could manage was catching the thin air. Before she knew, the cigarette butt had mapped her face charring her once supple skin. Muffled screams escaped through the searing pain. She found it difficult to breathe. The pain, the shock numbed her senses, taking away her strength to resist the madness, to fight. She kept staring at him, hundreds of questions queuing her mind, now reflecting in her eyes, hoping that he would just let her be.

He shuffled through the neatly set table and returned with a fork and before she knew what was happening, the prongs of the fork dug into the flesh of her arms, blood flooding her once white dress. She screamed loudly unable to bear the ruthlessness, she heard herself pleading to him, begging him to show her some mercy. He liked this part, the part of dominance, woman insubordination, he got a high now that he had enslaved her. She slumped back.. He finally left...

The blades of the ceiling fan slashing through this morbid silence, the room disheveled, all bespoke the violence..

Lying down in the corner of the room, floating in the pool of blood; she felt her confidence broken into a thousand pieces, self respect devastated, completely stripped of any emotion, ashamed of her inability to stand for herself..... The girl in her dead forever.. She gazed at this new found emptiness...

For Fear had a face now, fear that remain caged in her mind.... All because of "Love".

P.S: This is pure fiction. A first try at writing a story..

Sleep ..........

a reply to Hashan's post here

Sleep

Oh

human,

come to the

lands of all dark dreams;

where your worst fears will all come true,

and no one wakes up there,till you lose your soul to me

THE CURSE (Sneak Peek)

You saw it?? Congrats. You have been cursed. Go hide before your past comes to haunt you. There is no escape. Coz the evil resides in your eye. Amen!

This terror friday, rush for cover!!

The Last Visit

He turned imaginatively and found none! Where was she? He pinched himself and found he was awake. Was this a dream?

She came down from heaven, just to make his evening special – after all, she promised to be with him on their 25th anniversary – and she had come!

The train whistled – the journey was on.

Ashes Of The Wake !!

Dark
days
lead to
darker nights
I am awake with
black poetry,Frozen out of time
I need a sleep ,give me the sleep,the eternal sleep !!

Tortured soul !!

I am
a ugly demon
Don't trust my smile
Don't enjoy my touch
Don't walk my way
my teeth are like knives
my touch are like claws
my walk leads to hell
F!#k your hopeless world,
I am blacker than the black
living in agony
Tortured eternally
I am lost
My pain won't end
I have not died !!

Direct Dil Se~~~ by the eternal *Ghost*

We have theme based days out here @ WL from today...Fridays have been set for spook stories, blood, gore, phantoms and spirits...in short its Terror Fridays from now on.
I kick start with this quirky take...it's the ghost speaking straight from the heart:D

A mist almost is what I have become
Death even I tried to overcome
No place though I find among my living kin
A sight of me is enough to raise a din
My abode is termed haunted
No longer do I feel wanted
No fangs, no claws nor a spooky face is me
Folktales though have set that as my destiny
In every heart they say I strike fear
I stayed back though for those I held dear
But hate and scorn is their only giving
Alas, it was love for which I chose the living

I mourn @ "Sepulchre of High Hopes"