Category: Fiction

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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the writer and a virgin god (3/4)

He felt the jerks more often, and an instant realization frightened him as he was supposed to be the driver an hour ago…
His eyes are heavy and upon some consistent attempts,
It captured the sight of being in an ambulance, with his nerve pinned to the bottle of chemicals.
“Take it easy, sir.” Said a young man in a white jacket, “Your wife is here.” He followed and saw a lady to whom he offered a ride not more than an hour ago…
“Darling, Don’t worry…”
He tried to move but discovers it as a dumb notion to control his body. They are weak and drugged.
After a few minutes later, Aspirin took his vain to an another reality. He woke up and saw an elderly woman standing in front of him,
“Hello, sir…” She introduced herself, ” Remember me…?”,
“Of course, Doc… You look old,” He said in relief, “I had a terrible dream and I thought to visit you.I..uhh…”
“Yeah, You did…” He saw a concern in her face,
“Do you trust me…?”
“Is it one of your mind games,..?”
“Supposedly,”
“I do…”
“What if I say, you’ve forgotten ten years of your life ” She paused, “and you’ve got a wife and two children…”
“Doc, How could….” He remembered that she never wastes time on jokes.”Which year is it ?” He asks after a brief moment.
“2030”

-Cont’d

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the writer and a virgin God (2/4)

Three passengers took the comfort of Mercedes.

After a while,

“Forgive me but, could you tell what we’re waiting for..?” she asked the driver.

“Apparently for the other one who left the car…”

“Who did..?”

“No offense but, he looks a bit sane than you…”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. There is no other than us in this car.”

He bet to see any hint of laughter in her expressions but there were none for a while.

“You never saw anyone. An elder man with a gray suit talking to me..”

“No, I thought you were on a call.”

He looked around to observe the situation,

“The book…” He said in relief, “It’s real and he brought it.”

“You sure he bought it..?”

“Enough of this stupidity… I don’t care if he’s real or not. Let us go…”

But he never left the ‘idea of ghost’. Until now, he felt the comfort of a sole creation of tricks transformed into enticing stories. It was a rather frustrating for him to be an actor than a writer. He says that supernatural forces are too comical to be true. Though it contradicts his consciousness, he tried to convince himself of having hallucinations

Meanwhile, she typed on his iPhone…

“We’re moving…”

 

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the writer and a virgin god (1/4)

After a busy month, a young man decided to take a vacation. Everyone said that he deserves one. He felt proud to be the one who’s trending…Along the coast of foreign water, he kept humming at ‘backstreet boys’ in a Mercedes.
After a few songs,
His eye caught the man in a gray suit holding ‘Need a ride’ in one hand and wouldn’t have stopped only if the other hand is empty.
“Hop in…”
In the moment of the first gear,
“You’re one-hundredth ride, man,” said the voice in the gray suit.
“Good to know…”
He said his name and was in a queue to listen to the other…
“Turn the book in your hand…”
He did and found the face of driver in author’s column.
“Unbelievable… You…It’s an honor, sir”
“Pleasure… How’d you like it..?”
“No, I just started to read.”
His compliments now seem to be a mere sarcastic…
“So, did you find him…?”
“Excuse me..” said the driver.
“I mean your book, ‘looking for god’. Did you find him in the end..?”
“No one can find him. It is…” he turned, “said that a person must make his own endeavor to make it happen…”
“Well…I must say that as an honest answer. I just have one question..?”
“Yeah..”
“How the hell did you write a pure fiction of 1000 pages, sir..?”
They laughed,
“Well… It was a product of 52 weeks and a publicity of high interests.”
“Along a catchy title, I think”
They rode along the national highway as per a clear plan of one than the other.

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the story of Rosie Castrodge (4/4)

“Filthy rich king, I say,” said a pirate, after looting the treasure at a king’s burial. The pirate lord was happy to see that the captain’s map led to a shore of silver and gold.

“I hate to look you as a pris’ner, captain. The trasure is found. Name a reward..?”

“Give back my ship..”

“Why in the right mind hence I do that? It ain’t a worthy talk.”

Both of them know that these negotiations won’t bear anything,

After the pirate left,

“Suffer your senses to listen, Rosie. You’ll regret to miss it.” captain says to the queen.

For the first few days, it was said to be a rum celebration of victory. After a few nights have passed, the thoughts of men became alone. When the desire of more is possible, the stories kept rising.

One man said to be drowned in the sea, searching for his golden ring and the other claimed the man’s share of treasure…

One man almost filled his lungs with rum, was too excited to be alive and the other claimed…

The triumph of being an ‘other’ went on…

It went far to which the crew can no longer control the sail of the ship,

“The night killing us all. Your ship is c’rsed, captain.”

When the two lords are busy at plans,

The queen was left alone with the traitor. She didn’t give a proper look ever since the incident.

“You hear that captain made me do it, right?” said the traitor.

“Yes, Indeed.”

“Then why you hate me..”

“Over him. At least he has an honor for his ship.”

With captain’s help, boat stirred along the wind to find a dry land.

“The ghost crew is real.” she said, looking at their ship.

“Hear me… No matter how many good hearts you see, there are very less of them who can resist the lustrous desires.”

“Aye, captain.” said the queen.

 

-The End-

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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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