Category: Fiction

the true heir (1/4)

The 21-year old didn’t hesitate to take an extra glass of alcohol.

“College is an addiction, isn’t it?” he let his sharp voice to spread evenly among his friends.  It was on a twilight day that the three graduates decide to share their happiness.

“Just half a glass and now, he is on…” Said the other, with a chuckle.

“Addiction…Huh?” she finally asked, submitting to the temptation.

“Don’t encourage him.”

“Come on, let’s play a game. Explain it to us and if you can’t convince…” As she struck with words to fall out,

“Convince you. I don’t need to.” He continued, “Let’s make a toast.”

“Before anything, I would like to suggest you something…” his friend continued, “I know you want to be a writer. I know your knowledge to reform make you say crazy. Remember, we live in a crazy world where neither is ambitious nor encouraging. The system was always corrupted and people who would try probably end in a bad shape. I know your rush as hormones at this age but….”

His friend changed his posture and continued,” I once knew a friend very much like the passion of yours. An exact same ambition yet he isn’t wise enough to take my advice. He went around raising his collar to find his goals and now, you won’t believe me the position he’s in. He finally said that I am right. I am not saying that as a victory to me, but it’s just a good foresight. Everyone isn’t aimless, look at our friend…” he pointed his hand to her.

“Don’t bring my reasons…”

“No. It’s not an embarrassment to make a right choice. Besides, who am I to judge you. I am not offending you, my friend. But you must be able to grasp the reality of the situation. And for the toast,

‘To us for making money’.” said his friend.

“Fancy that…” she said, clipping their glasses.

The third one finally raised his glass and said,

“Sure.”

 

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the boy with one shoe (4/4)

…in the forest. The police searched the area and arrested a few suspects. There was a group of five people along with a boy of mid-twenties caught while hunting the wild animals. Everyone wondered how an undercover drug operation could’ve failed to catch a single accused…

…a bank at five in the evening. A group of four people disguised in uniforms barged into the bank and called for an emergency evacuation for the people. One of the victims said,

“City is going to drown, they shouted. All we could hear was the hustle of horns and a lot of chaos on the streets. They said that they are providing a transport. I didn’t know that they are going to rob us on…” She reported the heist as utterly inhumane and could be considered as worst times…

…report on the accident stats that fifty people were injured and several of them were in critical condition. Among them were a boy and a couple who seem to undergo a surgery in two days…

 

“For us…” the young man offered a toast to the boy. He knew that the plans of the boy were flawless. It seems like a riddle for the cops easy enough to solve, yet none could think of the original plot. The boy offers the distraction and everyone finds it comfortable.

“Boss wanted to see you.” he continued, “Congratulations…”

He never heard the boy speak in a sentence.

After two and half years,

….skills took this classy entrepreneur to new heights. An orphan who recently became popular as Steve Jobs. Jr after his talk at Ted-talks. Even though he didn’t have much…

….The people of his village gave a lavish welcome to the young Jobs, and some went on to say that they were very proud of his achievements. One of the leaders in the village said,

“I always know that there was something different in the boy. I gave him the money and showed him the destiny.”

“he always wear one shoe and I didn’t forget his look when I bought him an another,” said a villager…

The boy as ever displayed a deaf-ear to their whispers and walked towards the church. He learned that the father passed away due to intestinal cancer.

He sat on his favorite chair and flipped a shoe of his leg.

“How lovely a day could you expect…”

 

-The end-

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the boy with one shoe (3/4)

The streets are narrow yet, very familiar to his hometown. Three months have passed in rainy days with unusual visits of the hot sun.
He managed to make money, but he misses the part where he can sit quietly. He sits in his chair viewing the nearby railway station and looks at the joy of traveling people and the mist of black air.
One day, while he was walking from the work, a strange thing occurred in the life of the boy.
Within the instant, his pockets seemed heavy after passing from a crowd.
While his fingers shared the moment of surprise, voices yelled in the background. His instincts made him turn and,
“You….bastard… How’d you like now, huh?” policemen said, wrestling a young man onto the ground.
When he was on his feet, he tried to attack the boy.
“I’m going to kill you. You made a mistake of your life.” the young man continued to swear the boy.
The boy looked confused and turned around to make sure that those words represent someone. But every pair of eyes looked at him with awe, mumbling the reason while few tried to applaud the boy’s courage.
After few hours,
“Why would he the….” Inspector resisted the temper, unable to ask the same question,” I don’t understand.”
Neither did the boy.
On the night of the third week, while the boy couldn’t manage to sleep, someone knocked the door.
It was a pure fear that made his mouth went dry,
“I know you’re in there…. Now, open the door or else, I am damn good to find a way in.” It was the same voice that took an oath to kill him.
The boy didn’t move an inch.
The young man broke the rusted doorknob with ease and came near to the boy,
“Now, where is the package…?”
The boy directed his forefinger to a pile of clothes. The young man searched them and with the package in hand, he looked at the boy.
“Thank god, I thought you lost it.” His voice was now casual, “These worth…”
The look on the boy’s face stopped him,
“Stupid, isn’t it? but how could I ever trace you back in this large city, huh?” he covered the package.
While he was leaving, he turned and said,
“You could be a little more helpful, you know.”

 

-Cont’d

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the boy with one shoe (2/4)

A man of 90’s sat in a chair, cross-legged and comfortable. The villagers chose him as a leader to solve some significant topics. Either the fortunate bank accounts or his experience to control gave everyone enough reason to respect him. His manners are unique and said to be quite exceptional.

“What do you want to do in the future, boy ?”

His interest was never in the welfare of others. It was a gesture to show that his state of living was superior to others. Although he is a short-tempered man, his every action was termed as ideal. It goes, “If he kills a man, it was the kindness of his hand to touch the knife and thereby, for a soul to be blessed.”

The father and the boy neither understand the visit of the man nor his intentions.

“I am here to give you a fair offer. Do you have anything to drink…?”

Father signaled the boy. When the boy was out of sight, the man said.

“There is a job for the boy in the nearby town. What do you say for that, Father…?”

“I don’t know. Nobody knows him…”

“Don’t you worry about that. He’s a grown-up…”

“Why do you ask me…?”

“Because it is not a choice for your son…”

“What…?” The voice of the father almost gave away the truth, “he ain’t my son…”

“You don’t care, do you ?” The man continued,” Upon the interest of many people, it was decided to send your boy away.”

“What did he do…he didn’t harm anyone.”

“It is a bad world, Father.” he moved closer, “With my secrets and yours…”

“What if he wishes to stay…?”

“Don’t you ever ask the question, that make me say twice. I don’t usually… ” The boy came with a soda and biscuits, “Thanks, boy…”

After few minutes of weather talk,

“My work is done, Father.” After the last gulp, he looked at the boy to say, “I hope for your best.”

Later on,

The father gave his savings and the bible to the boy.

“Nobody ain’t gonna help you, son”  he finally said, “Believe in the greatest of yourself and make sure to hear every message that comes along with your journey.”

And the boy started to learn…

 

Cont’d…

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the boy with one shoe (1/4)

In an hour of silence, the boy had a reputation to hear the distinct whisper of crickets and even his own heartbeat. He was known to pass his time at the entrance of a church. Only a few know that he also listen to the confessions while the father is away.

“Father, I had a relation….” said one.

“I didn’t know what to do..” said an another.

“I killed that…” continued another,”It gave me peace to do…”

Father is a very generous man to give the young kid an old suit and some money to attend his appetite. Everyone is happy as long as the people find it easy to travel few miles to attend.

“Mama, why is he wearing only one shoe…?” asked a nine-year-old girl.

The life of the boy was regarded as a fancy tale across the village.

While some use them as examples,

“If you didn’t go to school, you will become as Ali at the church…”

“I will ask Ali to take you way, if…”

“You are no better than Ali, I suppose…”

Some use them at church,

“What’s the matter with the boy? Why does he wrap a cloth around one leg? Is he missing a foot…?”

“Some say that he keeps his savings inside the wrapped cloth…”

“You know about the theft in the neighborhood, right…?”

“It may be done by someone who carefully watches us, Don’t you all think…?”

Yet,

The boy never gets those fancy talks to disturb his daily schedule.

The day came when the villagers no longer can tolerate the simple life of the boy…

 

Cont’d…

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the tale of a blue bulb (4/4)

It came as a moment of guilt to betray his blue-eyed friend but he finds that the offer is too good to ignore.

“We have ten minutes to find the secret of old woman…” Said the owner, checking his watch.

“What…? You said that the police are on their way.”

“I’ve informed them the wrong flat. It would give us a gap of fifteen minutes before the search bloc finds the right one.” The owner got on his feet,’’ Hurry up, let’s join your friend.”

When they got to the old woman’s house, the blue-eyed man said,

“Come on, you done takin’ your sweet time…”

In the neighborhood of room no 301, a writer was awake in his thoughts…

The door gave no resistance for the three members to sneak inside the room. When the old lady spotted them from the kitchen, her thin voice yelled a word repeatedly in a strange language.

It has been two weeks that the writer hasn’t written a word. His new home was noisy and he quoted that it was infected by little ones. The shrill sound of the old lady along with the sight of thunderous weather gave him enough spark to write the last piece of his novel.The clouds did their final part of the ritual and landed water drops on the building.

“Calm down, lady… we mean no harm.” said the owner and her movement of lips are all they could see.

“Check the room…I got her.” continued the blue-eyed man,”Careful with the electricity.”

 

While the young man who came left the old woman’s home, stood motionless on the staircase at the sight of policemen as they hurried to room no 201. The old building aided the raindrops to become invincible along the walls. A drop messed with the electricity and the bulb in the staircase exploded.

“A shot being fired…I repeat.” Intercom kept buzzing, “Perhaps, from upstairs.”

The owner finally opened a trunk box and roared,

The stack of millions

The blue-eyed man couldn’t understand the old woman’s language. The tears keep falling from her cheeks yet she kept smiling.

The policemen who came before the scheduled time keep shouting at them to be the floor. While two of them tried to escape, the blue-eyed man held the old woman from shock.

“Wait…They are with..” said the blue-eyed man to her.

Witness said that there was a courage in the man to walk towards the policemen before the tranquilizers hit him. Police investigated the crime and the media added enough fuel for the attention. The blue-eyed man became famous to save an old woman from gunshots.

“She believes that he was her lost son…” said one of the detectives in crime.

“What…? A son..”

“Yeah. She showed me a photo.” he continued, “His blue eyes are a perfect match …”

“So, you say that he ain’t a criminal…?”

“I say,” he said his honest opinion.” he didn’t run away from the scene.”

While the alternative has been explored, the words vented into conversations. Within a week, the state sympathized the old woman’s story and united for their release.

“A reliable source says that the drugs busted at the corner…,” continued the reporter in an exclusive news.”It seems like her son came to rescue her mother at the time of need…”

“They say that some dangerous man threatened the old woman to use her house…” said an another.

“After twenty years, the lost son reached his mother…” said an another.

After two years, they were released due to the lack of enough evidence. The blue-eyed man neither knew why he was arrested nor how he got released after two years. But he was thankful enough to serve the old woman until the end.

 

-The end-

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the tale of a blue bulb (3/4)

The two friends sat along with owner to check the plan for one last time,

“Don’t be nervous. Trust our plan, bueno ? ” said the blue-eyed one.

“Are you sure? I mean, what if the old lady has nothing in her apartment.” asked the owner.

“Guys, I know her for two freaking years. Every week a shipment comes at her address. Whenever I ask her, she always dismissed the topic with a vague answer.”

“How exactly do you know it is a vague one ?”

“ She says that her TV was broken and her son bought a new one. Next time she says that her fridge wasn’t working and her son bought a new one. As far as I can see, something is going inside her house every week.”

“Or her son could be a good man…?” asked his friend.

“Either he can or can’t be. But, isn’t she too old to break a TV or to use a fridge ‘wasn’t-working’ long? ”

“Anyway, I asked everyone to leave their apartments, to catch spirits as for your bulb-tales.” said the owner with a triumph look.”How could so many people fall for the same old trick…? Huge response for a spirit living in the bulb, eh.”

“They worship Gods and fear the Devils as well.”  said the one.

“Good people. I bet they watch a lot of horror movies.” replied the other.

Three people chose a spot from which the old woman’s house was clearly visible.

A few minutes later, a young man seems to emerge from her house. He was a heavy man with a bald head.

“Look, that’s her son.”

No one knew that the plan of blue-eyed man was initiated a few minutes earlier. The police gathered below the building,

“Oh God, Look at the ground. Police. How the hell did they know…?” asked his friend.

“It’s alright, man. Surprise part of my plan. They’re rented ones, courtesy of the owner.” continued the blue-eyed man, “Quick, follow me.”

His friend took his binoculars and looked closely at the policemen. His jail-times taught him a great deal to judge the figures. Those quick moments and the tough faces that reveal nothing but dominance. They are real ones.When he turned to express his doubts, his friend was already halfway to the old woman’s house.

When he turned his head to express his doubt, his friend was already halfway to the old woman’s house.

When he turned towards the owner, a sly-look greeted him.

“There lies no insult to choose a wise choice, Don’t you think ?” he paused to lower the voice, “Besides, the reward for the right call would be better on two halves.”

 

Cont’d…

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the tale of a blue bulb (2/4)

The two friends meet at a coffee shop,

“The other day I heard about your shiny tie. You wanna talk about it? ” the other one didn’t say anything.

“I am your friend and perhaps, the only one. Tell me your next step.”

“What step..?”

“Are you kidding… Talk is that you are the guy who can talk to ghosts. They made you a local hero.”

“So..?”

“I don’t know. May be create a twitter account that says,” he changed the tone and said,”I am a ghostly reader…”

“Is that supposed to be funny ?”

“Is it not? you tell me. You’re the one who is screwing everyone with a fake story”

“It ain’t that and I need your help.”

“For what ?”

“We’re going to rob them.”

The rumors are incredible. Despite the search for truth, they pass along the thick walls made of concrete to every possible ear and into the voices of every desperate person. It took only three days to the owner to call the security guard. First thing he said,

“Do you think that I am a good man…?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good. Then why do you want to turn me into the other one ?”

“The green one.”

“Are you mocking me, boy. Your as…”

“I’m sorry but you can’t fire me, sir.”

“Why the hell is that…?”

“We both know that no one would come to watch over a mirrors place.”

It was the truth that made the owner call him, in spite of firing him.

“What in the god’s name do you want…?”

“I have a plan and you don’t need to be a good man to hear that.

 

Cont’d…

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the tale of a blue bulb (1/4)

“Shut up, man,” he said to his friend, “I hear you talk nonsense day long…”
They agreed to have some drinks on this weekend. After some time, alcohol took control over the topic and turned it a little personal.
“You are just a drowsy security guard. Get that into that thick skull of yours and behave…” he continued.
His blue-eyed friend didn’t say a word and the night passed away.
The other day came with an announcement of meeting the people in the apartment.
“Why is it keep happening…?” says an old woman.
“It is the third incident in a row. Not everyone will have icy feet to slip on steps, do they.?” says a young man on a casual note.
“It is you to blame for doing nothing…” pointed to the owner of the apartment, to which he said, “ I’ve checked everything….”
Blue eyed man found that an hour had passed along the hassle of words.
At a verge of silence, he said aloud.
“I know the reason.”, numerous pair of eyes stares at him.”There is a spirit in the bulb…”
He went on to say the tale of a bulb which is on the corner of the stairs. Everyone was keen at the words as they need desperate reasons.
“Shut up and go to your work.” Said the owner to him and got the attention of curious eyes “We all know about his fancy talks. We will find a solution.”

Few days passed without much notice but the ripple of mystery went along…

An old woman used the tale of a blue bulb to scare the kids from screaming around her house…

The adults advised their kids ”there is no evil”, but they never saw any proof in their heart…

Some young people placed the cameras and let them record all night in the hope of spirits…

A writer who lives in the building wrote a column about an unfortunate incident involving the blue bulb…
He knows that his work had just begun.

Cont’d…

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the writer and a virgin God (4/4)

The accident made the surgery unavoidable. The odds for and against the success are declared as equals. Upon his agreement, the process was said to begin in two hours.
“Someone insists to see you. Do you want to let him in ?” said a young man. The man in the gray suit walked in,
“You look…” he paused, “Same..”
“So, you do remember me.”
“You don’t believe me but it was like yesterday.”
“Yeah, I bet.” The man dragged a chair, ” I am here to tell you a small story and ask you a question. Is that okay…?”
“I may be going to a grave, Mr.You-know-who. and you are here for bedtime stories, huh?”
“Yeah. Funny, Isn’t it ?”
“Go on, I am eager to see where it ends.”
“Once a rat asked the god why it should be the one running away from the cat and pleaded him to make it into a cat. He granted the wish and then again, it saw something big was hunting throughout the day. It asked for an another wish and he granted it. Finally, when it became the king in the forest, it asked why it was old and, the god started to laugh…”
“That was a lame story I’ve ever heard…”
“Perhaps, So was your book about God.”
“The hell does that mean ?”
“You want miracles from God, denying your abilities to do them. It says that prayers to be done more than efforts…”
“Wait, I never mean…”
“Now, the question…” the man came closer, “Was it his foolishness or the rat’s greediness, a reason for the good laugh ?”
He began to feel that the surgery was going wrong. The jerk of shocks on his chest was the last consciousness, as though someone was shaking him,
“Wake up…” came the voice.
He was in his Mercedes with his two passengers,
“Sorry, I am late. Let’s go.” said the man in the gray suit.
He smiled at the idea of a dream scripted by his unconsciousness in such a detail.
A few days later,
Two passengers met at a railway station,
“I thought our play was done when he said ‘same’ to your face.”
“I don’t like make-ups. Besides, he was fond of miracles.”
“And what did his friend prove by doing this…?”
“I just want to give an honest review. That’s all.”
“Is it a worthy risk…? I mean..,”
“It is so hard to tell truth without hurting one’s self-esteem, isn’t it?” he saw the watch ticking the hour hand, “Not from a childhood friend, at least. Anyway, you don’t have to see him again to have any risk.”
She gave a smile and said,
“He asked me out for dinner. Turns out our play is too good to become a lie…”
“Great but this one ain’t in my hands…” They laughed.
The man in the gray suit left on a metro.

-The End-

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