Category: Fiction

the story of Rosie Castrodge (3/4)

A lot can happen whilst one closes their eyes for the comfort of the body. The tired muscles of two people hired them to lay unconscious on a strange island.

“Filthy storm..” He exclaimed.

“We honor the awkward coincidence, my old friend.” heard the captain’s voice. His first instant was to be in a dream,

“How did you..?” said the young man.

His eyes closed, to let him being slaved onto the ship. While he was summoned to the captain’s chamber,

“What am I being chained for? ”

“A gesture for being a traitor.”

“A traitor. Is this one of your fancy jokes..?”

“Nah… It is a better way to hide our plan. Besides, I wonder why it had failed”

“One can’t foresee the tide, captain”

“Never do I like to hear your problem…”

The events had an unexpected turn in a war when the ocean favored the pirate’s ship over the captains. Upon the angels’ curiosity, The captain, traitor, and the queen were imprisoned at the same place. The pirate lord came to visit them,

“ I say a grt suprise to see hr alive, Tod.”

The queen looked clueless and to confront her,

“Better to kill a butiful daughter to revenge than to f’ght father, hear me. Yor head is a treasure in the open market, da’ling.”

It took some time for her to understand but she said nothing. She came to know that love is a bait used to have her kill on the former night.

After a while, she asked

“Is it true that this a ghost crew..?”

Captain gave a smile and whispered,

“You’ll learn to see it”

 

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the story of Rosie Castrodge (2/4)

The tranquility of ocean is often shattered, grasping shouts of the dead. Patience to listen to their tales gave her a cold heart. Swings of the boat are only due to the lively moment of humans on it.

“A few nights from now” he paused,”I’d be talking to your grave If only I haven’t rescued you,” Robert said to Rosie.

She looked away into the endless ocean. She had lived a month in a place where nothing seems to be predictable.

Seeking to end the nervous inhales, he continued.

“ I didn’t know the reason to risk my life on you. It may or may not be love that provoked me, but I just find no harm to help you.”

After a long pause,

“Any destination on thought ?”

“I reckon to see a trade ship by sunrise. We shall get on to find a dry land”

After an hour of silence, it took no further to fall asleep.

His hand made the comfort to hold the firm grip of his blade. Her beauty held him for few minutes of thought, but he couldn’t forgo the captain’s order,

“Kill the queen outside my ship so that it may not bear a curse.”

He kissed her and found no resistance. He shifted the blade in his hand to take one good strike. The sudden shift of climate took him by surprise,

“Mercy..” he said, gaping at the enormous monster.

The storm hit them with a great force.

 

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the story of Rosie Castrodge (1/4)

Long ago, either say a foolish or intelligent man began to think sleep as an enemies trick, there lies an ocean rowing more nights than they ever traveled. Mark of prestige arose when “horrific-beauty” are the words chosen on the behalf of the ocean.On a silent hour of the night, a pirate ship looks deserted of men in consciousness. Most of them made efforts but only the two people with purpose succeeded.

Asleep (Captain Todich and 13 crew members) & Awake (Robert Karlvert & Rosie Castrogde).

Rosie:(aloud) Show yourself. I ain’t afraid.

After a lantern sponsored to see the face attached to an athletic body,

Robert: Save your words, love.

A life boat detached from the ship. On their way out of the ship,

Rosie: What matters you ran into cap’s quarter?

Robert: Atlas, Rosie.

Rosie: On god’s name, I’ll kill you if ever you call my name. I am a prisoner in your goddamn ship for almost a month. You’re a good man but I can’t smell a reason for your treason.

Robert: Don’t strain yourself. I confess my love to you.

Rosie: I doubt that.

Robert: Do you ever heard of The Ghost-crew?

Rosie: I’ve read about them.

ON A DAY BEFORE THE MONTH

King castrodge and his 20 decorated counselors in a delightful palace designed as per his own instructions.

A soldier came into the room midst conversation. He dares not see any one’s face with his own.

“A message of grave urgency, your majesty.”

“Say it.”

“A pirate invaded on one of our ships.A royal ship indeed with gold…”

“I don’t have a day, you moron. What is the loss ?”

“It is about princess, signora”

“What..?”

“Senorita visited a nearby island and on the way of returning…”

“Get out..”

“Your majesty..”

“Why are your words still taking an opera ?”

“My apologies, People say that they are The Ghost Crew.”

Waves of sentences lingered in hall as

“ruthless thugs,” says one, “There is a say that when they have done getting a treasure with a crew, captain kills everyone to get every piece of gold for himself and gets a new crew.”

“One ride for a lifetime. Seems pretty good to me.” An old man chuckled under his nose. “If only you are a captain, old pig, ” said an other.

“Enough. Prepare our fight.” said the king.

 

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the sid’s narration (4/4)

Not often did the judge took time to personal appearances,

“I know, friend. The bill got me lucky .” said the judge over his phone.

The bill has been passed to make live coverage of court rulings on the request of people. Ninety-five percent of curious people say ‘aye’ to watch jury on the recent bomb attack. While the Sid walked into his house with a sheet of paper,

“Where have you been..?” asked his mother.

Pretending to be deaf, he increased the television volume.

“There he comes,..”

As the judge never liked his fat image in the mirror, he relayed his trust on good expressions.

The boss was the only man who stood lifeless in custody. The case was pretty strong against them. while the defense claims,

The thin man was delusional and …

Really, how often does that happen? Boss began to enjoy his thoughts.

The woman heard a lot of stories from him.

Few thousand bucks will make her write a novel.

“Yeah, I know he’s crazy. One day, he comes running and say, he was once a gladiator.” trying to look natural with her sheepish accent.

Why would anyone want this? who is my client? A client who can profit from everything…

His thoughts were interrupted by the next witness,

“How did you find the clip..?” Prosecutor asks the reporter.

“My husband…” She wiped her eyes, continues “ he was having an affair..” She made sure to get the attention.

Goddamn theatrics.

An unfortunate stream of thought led the boss to grin.

“Do you mean to insult the court ?” Judge stares at the boss.

The young Sid realized that his entire family was gathered to watch the ruling. While he was walking to his bedroom, he overheard a conversation,

“I would regret if I’ve missed any of it.”

“Yeah. The bill made it happen.”

“The bill, huh… I think the government has made a great decision before the election.”

The young Sid hold the paper and thought about how it landed on his own terrace.It might have produced a silly grin on Sid’s face but the euphoria of chasing his goal will prove to be everlasting.

-THE END-

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the sid’s narration (3/4)

“The massive suspected terrorist attack held several dead, yet the identities…” The radio shuttered due to lost signal in a four seated Cherokee.

The 27-year-old thought about those hand-picked victims for the operation,

“Bunch of douche bags,”

The oldest never imagined riding in a 2001 model car,

“Can’t you drive any faster, boy.” Mimicking his boss words, ‘You’ll keep low a profile.’Hell does that mean ?”

While the thin man was steering with a thought of woman at home, the boss says,

“It means not to shit bed while you’re out open..”

The audio clip went viral with an #eviltalk, claiming a conversation between a criminal and his affair.

“ It was your boy who did that..”

The thin man knows that he would be dead if only the boss weren’t his cousin.

“Enough..” said the boss, who orchestrated the entire plot.

It is not more than a week that he took a contract. He got the cliche reply of ‘someone wants it done’ for his question about the reason.

The part of his plan was to gather 12 dead bodies from the mortuary to place at the arena. He final words before the act were,

“Even if anyone gets caught, just remember that no one killed no one. Everyone stays innocent.” and ends up saying,” Make sure the contract to be intact.”

Frankly, he was bit disappointed to get a byproduct for his plan.

“Where is the woman..?” he asked, facing the thin man.

“Who..?”.

“The one you’ve hooked up with, boy..”

“I don’t know.”

Not a second has passed to let a familiar voice from the radio,

“I.. Now that I know that he’s a criminal, I can’t…” tension was stung by woman’s voice.

“We understand. Can you tell more about your conversation with him..?” The reporter asked.

“Yeah.,” She took an effortless breath, “He said that the victims are not alive even before the blast.”

The nightmare of thin man came alive and began to gather terrifying looks from the people around him. The sight of young Sid running across the road made his quivering hands to lose control on steering.

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the sid’s narration (2/4)

“I love you,” They said to each other but neither did they mean it.

It is meant to be a sound of comfort to claim a happy life.

She went out of the bed to attend a phone call.

After a few minutes,

“What is it? ” asked her husband, seeing the sudden shift of urgency.

“There seems to be an attack. I have to go…” her reporter’s voice came alive.

“Shall I drop you..?” he asked to make certain of his plans.

“No.. I’ll be fine.”

While she was driving away, he swiped a phone number.

“Hello, angel. Are you…” the unusual calmness of her startled him, “Are you alright ?”.

“Yeah. Just had a rough day.” Her voice made him think of their rough nights.

“I want…”

In an instant, Sid crashed with the woman on the other end.

She cursed the kid and when she picked her phone from the ground, it went blank.

“Nasty kids..” she turned to her left only to find a thin man staring,

“You moron, where have you been hiding..? you even made my life miserable,..” she began to sob,

“Wait, what happened..? ”

“Police questioned me for your ass. Said that you’ve involved in some bomb bullshit. Whatever, my clients…” She stopped at seeing a hint of nervousness in his face.

“You know…?”

“What..No way.” His expressions are not very hideous,

“You lying piece of…Get away from me.”

Neither of them knows that there was a keen ear on their conversation through her blank phone.

The news is too big for him. Even tougher to make a choice.

“Hi..You know, it’s goddamn mess on the streets. Anyway, you want to talk something..” the reporter said.

He began to say the news and anticipated a question even before she asked,

“How exactly do you know her..?”

He said the truth, seeking a lie would be too much to bear the guilt.

“Okay, Let’s help to catch them.” She said.

An impulse sparked at his spinal as ‘Okay’ in her voice was terrifying.

 

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the sid’s narration (1/4)

Holidays were not going along with the sid’s imagination. It only took first three days to prove him wrong. It was an ad commercial that finally got his nerve,

“Use our new germ-tech toothbrush to see and era…”

As he was walking away,

“Do you want to buy one, Sid? ” His mother asked casually.

“That one…” Pointing to the ad, “Why would I want to see my own germs on my smartphone..?”

“Maybe a 9-year-old can brush more..”

“Weird inventions… Why are they so aimless ?”

“Look at who is talking….” His mother smiled, “ Ask it yourself.”

To his surprise, he didn’t get a reply.

He went for a walk and bought some crayons.

An hour passed,

It was same paper as before except for…

It might be a god’s idea to sent a gush of air to elope the paper from the sid’s lap.His second thought was to let it go, but the first reminded him of his hour’s treasure.

He ran. Almost slipped, crashed but never got the paper off-sight.Unknowingly, sid’s narration for his run started a chain reaction.

He smiled when the thought of both having enough time to roam around crossed his mind.

Midst the pollution, he could see the date written on the piece of paper.

“20/03/2020”.

 

Cont’d…

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the baited thought (4/4)

Rastogi was tied up at the corner of his own house. With the room full of scattered papers, he began to think that his plan is in motion. While the rhythm of footsteps is being heard, he looked at the camera and signaled.

The four masked man entered the house through the unlocked door. Those startled faces lit the stout man who was watching camera footage through his laptop,

“You stupid mortals…right into the trap.”

And his curiosity accelerated when the tall man is using a cell phone…

“Track the phone…Hope the big head is online.”

The voices are clumsy but clear enough to understand…

“Hello, sir… We’re doomed. There..”

“Who are you ?”

“happens to be another robbery. I think…”

“Who the hell are you..?”

“Someone might have got what we need…”

“What I need…I don’t..”

“I am sorry, sir. The plan you have proposed…” Then the voice stopped and the tall man looked right into the camera…

“Damn..” exclaimed by the men on the either side of the screen.

It was referred as a close escape and critics suspected that someone inside might have tipped them off. The call was traced and found a popular surprise.Yet no one noticed the smile of Rastogi in the reflection from a broken cameras while he made adieus with his masked friends.

It is no more than a week that the people in the room have met in a more formal meeting…

“He is a star politician…” one of them started the topic.

“And a ruthless, corrupted…No bad word can deny him.” said the other one.

“He has a plan for every crime. It is so damn organized.” replied the tall man and turned towards Rastogi, “Why are you so quiet..? ”

“I came from an interrogation..”

“What ?”

“But I have a thought that might just work…”

“What for ?”

“To make an action…”

Now, he is back in a police van with a lot of handshakes. A bundle of cameras and a microphone is given to him to answer…

“You helped to solve the case..How do you feel..?”

“What is your comments on the suspected politician..?”

“Mr.Rastogi, It might be a terrible night.Would you like to share..?”

And he said,

“Well, I was tied up.”

A crack of laughter went along the crowd and only the boy has reasons to enjoy it.

-The end-

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the baited thought (3/4)

The world happens to witness a lot of tales for the past two days, but the one that dragged two different people to a local coffee shop is quite an exceptional…

An anxious young boy and a tempered stout man.

Rastogi sat with a thumping beat careful enough to hide inside his T-shirt. His long forehead is sweating with the possibilities. His lips quoted “Even the worst can get me a good meal”.

The stout man entered with a careful eye…

Group of a strong man having their….

An old man with almost a null voice, asking for….

An elderly man waiting…

Yet everyone gossiped about the recent theft displaying on the television…

“Damn publicity.It is a poison.” stout man took his time to adjust in a chair. “Got anything?”.

“I…uh..think that they are not looting the houses… They are searching for something..”

“why do you say?”

“Even a bunch of idiots don’t go around stealing houses. They have a motive.” the boy took a bundle of currency notes and said,

“These are found near the vicinity…”

“It should in an evidence box..” policeman made a cry, “We might have got any prints left…”

“Exactly…You go around to find Mr.nobody fingers lay on those note, who is no way involved..”

“Careful, kid… You are going too far.”

“Okay. I gave you my thought.”

“What about your friend..?”

“He’s not coming out. Though he said that everyone was about six feet and heavily built…” he stopped but both know that he didn’t complete.

“And..?”

“The next robbery will be in my house…within two days.” said the boy.

“Don’t cook your imaginations…They aren’t your guests for dinner “.

“But they do like publicity.I might happen to have what they need. You guys made me mysterious”.

“Alright, if so, we all be waiting in a dark room.”

” Even better…We got to surprise them.”

The dawn passed with a thought incubating in the stout man.

While the hanging clock made a sound of an hour, Rastogi went out for fresh air. He entered a supermarket and met his four friends.

“Well, what’s next?” a tall man held onto a confident voice.

“Rob my house….”

 

 

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the baited thought (2/4)

The early hours of these days are much alike with a little variation in the weather conditions. It is a fact that the humidity causes irritation.

“Why should I buy you gloves every day ? ” he paused to remember something, “Don’t your university provide one ?”

“There is a say that the empty mind can be a good hand. I do need a good luck, don’t I ?” his sister teased.

After a bit of negotiation, he took a walk onto the street.

As the regular shop was closed, he cursed the fate to walk an extra mile. The cursed fate avenged with a mud water splashing on his face on the behalf of a car speeding ahead. With a few steps ahead of the shop, he decided to buy the gloves and washed his face.

“Why are you late ?” his mother asks for a reason.

“perhaps ‘for who’ is the right question..”

“Stop…”

“Maybe he’s around to say hello to someone special…”

She knows who it is, yet to see her brother nervous make her happy.

Without any comments, he left home for a walk.

A stern voice startled him,

“Are you Rastogi..?” a policeman questioned.

I was made to sit in an empty room behind a desk. Few murmurs from a glass wall and a camera made to think of him as a witness for an interrogation. He was not proven wrong until a casual questionnaire turned into a debate and,

“Why did you do the theft ?”

With the aid of his memory, he quoted every happening of the past few days with the approximation by minutes. After an hour, they let him go and advised to stay in sight.

It was too hard for a Sherlockian spirit to leave a crime scene.

“ but I know a friend who said that he saw them….”

“Where?” eyes of the middle-aged stout man brightened, unlike the usual dull face went on a display for more than an hour.

“On crime.”

“Who is your friend?”  he began to note down.

“Unless I join you to find them..”

“Look, son…This is no game to start sliding with us. Now, tell me about your friend or I see you in court..”

Here is a puzzle to the boy. He knows that this is his last chance to call his bluff and get on with his life.

“My friend is very persuasive in authoring a tale..”

“A lie..?”

“Depends on how you propose, sir”

“Alright, I had enough of this… why is that grin..?”

“I know what this case made of, sir. I know every corner of our street. Your two-month operation leads to a dead end…right towards me. Besides, what do you lose…?”

The courage of the boy made it as a reasonable offer. The officer took a closer look at the boy,

“Get out. Too many are watching us…”

 

Cont’d….

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