Short Story: New Career


‘This worked at home’

I looked inside the hat puzzled, ignoring my audience of impatient 8 year olds. There was supposed to be a deck full of Queen of Hearts in there. But, it was empty. I cocked my head sideways, frowning. How did this not work? I had enchanted the hat with all of the right ingredients, I tested the spell once before the show.   

‘What is in your hat?’ the 9 year old birthday boy, Adam demanded to know. I snapped back into character and smiled. Yes, I was on stage and this wasn’t a time to be confused. I had to amaze my audience and so I would have to pull a finale from my ass.

Speaking of pulling something…

‘Well, I promised you a Queen didn’t I? But do you know what is better than a Queeeeennnn?’ I urged them to guess.

‘A King!’

‘A Mercedes Benz’

The kids kept shouting answers that were far beyond my ability to conjure. I had to stop them before they exhaust themselves too much. I mumbled a word under my breath and cast my spell.

‘A RABBIT!!’ I shouted as I pulled one out of the hat. The children exclaimed and started clapping. Luckily, they never realized that my spell hadn’t worked.


‘…, I don’t know what went wrong. I apologize for the mess up.’ I explained to the host of the party. Mac Andrews was a middle aged hedge fund broker who was on his 4th beer at his son’s 9th birthday party.

Yes, I was counting. The more they drank, less there would be left for me. I looked over Mac’s shoulder and I could see a whole table arrayed with beer bottles. Parents of other children were near the table like vultures using me as an excuse to get away from their children.

‘Adam loved your show. So did the other parents, they said you were amazing for a woman. After you finished, he said to me he wanted to be real magician like you.’ He took a long sip of his beer.

I smiled despite what he had said. I inspired someone to take up arcane arts?

‘So I am wondering where I can buy materials for the tricks you performed.’

‘Tricks?’ I asked, my attention snapping back at him.

‘Yeah tricks. Like how did you change color of that deck of cards? Or how was the bunny hidden in your hat?’

I glared at him.

‘I am happy to pay extra if needed.’ He quickly added.

I don’t want to remember what I did after that. I am sure Mac won’t remember anything from the night either.


I got out of the shower and dried myself. Looking at my reflection in the mirror, I asked myself if I have it in me to actually be a mage. It won’t be the first time I have changed careers. It won’t be the only time I changed something either. I snapped my fingers and my shoulder length hair changed its color from orange to blue.

I changed my hair frequently. I kept moving houses, without any forwarding addresses so that my ex boyfriends can’t find me. Now, as I am finally trying my best to stick to magic, I kept making mistakes.

I heard the floorboard squeaking.

No one has the key to my apartment. I quickly fasten the bathrobe around me and grabbed the burning candle currently permeating my bathroom with fragrance. I remind myself to not to set this apartment on fire.

As I walked out, I saw an old woman looking up at my library. It took me a long time to collect all of those books; although none of them in particular is really unique, but the combination of them all would be.

‘Last time someone broke into my apartment, I set them on fire.’ I threaten. I don’t know who the woman was, but I figured that fire threatens everyone. Yes, every ONE.

‘Catherine’, the woman spoke in a reverberating, almost like a cat purring, voice ‘Your library is amazing.’

‘Thank you?’ I replied confused. ‘However, checkouts will require you to get a library card.’

She laughed and turned around. My eyes went wild in recognition. She looked young, younger than me and I was barely 30.

She was also really dangerous. So I spoke a word for fire in a language long dead and my candle’s tiny spec of a flame raged into an inferno.

For a second.

I looked at her again. She smiled.

‘Well, this should’ve worked at home.


I attended a magic show recently and I realized that in a world where we constantly believe that magic is just trickery and slight of hand, a real mage could fit in perfectly.

I also know that a similar book series has been written, in fact it is one of my favorites: Dresden Files by Jim Butcher. I also tried to imagine spell casting a lot like software development: full of mistakes and confusion. 🙂

Literary Lion 6 word challenge: Star


Laura’s Literary Lion prompts are back and this time she gave the hardest challenge of them all: A 6 word story challenge. Her prompt is Star. Here is my take on the word.

They are brightest

As they Fall.

There you go Laura. Let’s see what other Literary Lion Contestants have written:

https://villpowerstory.wordpress.com/2016/01/19/literary-lion-six-word-story/

I Wish I May, I Wish I Might…(Literary Lion: Star)

https://newshoundnovelist.wordpress.com/2016/01/15/rising-star-literary-lion-week-one/

Black Hole? : Literary Lion

https://livehomeandaway.wordpress.com/2016/01/15/star/

https://vnktchari.wordpress.com/2016/01/15/literary-lion-six-word-story-starman/

https://cherrytato.wordpress.com/2016/01/15/starlight/

https://any1mark66.wordpress.com/2016/01/15/six-word-story-star/

https://mandibelle16.wordpress.com/2016/01/15/literary-lion-star-six-word-story/

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Literary Lion: Star

http://shawnwingsit.com/a-story-in-six-words-per-ms-literary-lion/

 

 

 

Literary Lion: They Never Did Fall


A 400 word response to Laura’s prompt.

Literary Lion: Fall

Harry waited at the party for his wife, she was running late today. She always runs late these days. He doesn’t mind, in fact he is rather proud of the fact that she is so hard-working.

Georgia is someone he has always admired and more he got to know her the more he fell for her. No, he stopped himself from using that word. He didn’t FALL for her, he instead got elevated. Yes elevated was the proper word here, nothing other than that.

A Girl who deserved better than what she was getting at the time he met her, the fact that she wasn’t scared of chasing what she wanted. She never complained about being in a misogynistic society and neither did she blamed it on her sex for being down the corporate ladder. She knew what she wanted and she chased it.

In his life he never expected a girl to ever settle down, girlfriends came and broke him and left. She had a worse streak with her boyfriends. A year into their relationship she confided the trauma one of her ex boyfriend had inflicted on her. Enraged, Harry was ready to beat the man to a pulp, Georgia with a shy smile on her face said “You can’t, that man is already in prison for what he did.”

It was that point he knew he has to marry her, he has found his partner, he knew Georgia also had the same plans. He loved her and all the baggage that came along with her. She loved him and his baggage. They settled their disputes easily, they never got bored with each and both of them were ready to go head over heels for other. 

She was better professionally, he was better personally. He is not ashamed of making dinner for her, for pouring her a glass of wine to relax her. She spurned his imagination to an extent that he is already published an acclaimed trilogy. She is his muse, he is her support.

Ingenious couples ask them what’s their secret? they say figure it out. They lead by example rather than by words. They revel in their friends achievements and support failures. They do their best to keep up with others, they actually keep up with each other’s lives.

If anyone asks when did they figure out they had fallen for each other, they would laugh.

His train of thoughts was interrupted by her arrival, she had come directly from work. Hair a little disorderly, face a little tired but Georgia did her best to smile. That was what he loved, what she knew he loved, the natural attempts.

They hadn’t fallen, their lives had gotten better.

Let’s see what others have written:

  1. https://thecoolbookworm.wordpress.com/2015/09/17/fall-literary-lion/
  2. https://bencnicholson.wordpress.com/2015/09/17/the-fall-a-response-to-laura-feaseys-literary-lion/
  3. https://thecoolbookworm.wordpress.com/2015/09/17/fall-literary-lion/
  4. https://mandibelle16.wordpress.com/2015/09/17/literary-lion-the-fall-of-uriel/
  5. https://tuckedintoacorner.wordpress.com/2015/09/18/fall/
  6. http://ismithwords.com/2015/09/17/literary-lion-tumble/#comment-3361
  7. https://livehomeandaway.wordpress.com/2015/09/20/pride-and-falls/
  8. https://deliriousantidotes.wordpress.com/2015/09/20/fracture/
  9. https://seriesofadjustments.wordpress.com/2015/09/19/the-descent/
  10. https://deliriousantidotes.wordpress.com/2015/09/20/fracture/
  11. https://livehomeandaway.wordpress.com/2015/09/20/pride-and-falls/
  12. http://viewsfromtheridge.com/2015/09/25/fall/
  13. https://thisismyironlung.wordpress.com/2015/09/25/her-fall/
  14. http://dralimanonlife.com/2015/09/26/literary-lion-after-the-fall/
  15. http://grahamisjustmyname.com/2015/09/28/the-fall-literary-lion/
  16. http://finallyawriter.com/2015/09/27/falling-literary-lion-prompt/

Guest Blog: #3 The Morning


As promised here is the fiction by Kailash Nath. You can see his interview here

You should totally check out his blog.


 

The cool breeze is making me shiver a bit, but it is refreshing. The morning sun is rising and the color of the sky slowly changes from blue to red, color of the blood that covered my body yesterday.
 
Now the breeze is becoming warmer. The warmth resembles the one I felt yesterday when she kissed me.
 
Where am I now?
 
This is a new place, yesterday I was at a different place. It was so clean there but here it is all dirty and that smell… YUCK! What is this smell?!
 
Bowwow… Bowwow…
 
Whose dog is that? Why is it seeing me like that?
 
Ok chalo leave it. Let me enjoy this morning sun. I had enjoyed this many days back, I guess many years back or maybe in the last life. However, now in this new life I am seeing the sunrise for the first time.
 
It is always beautiful from any place I guess.
 
Of course, I have not been anywhere else other than that room yesterday. Today I am here, a place that I do not know.
 
Grah!… this smell is becoming worse. The breeze is carrying it towards me and my nose is burning with that smell.
 
Where is everyone?
 
The person who pinched me yesterday till I cried, the person who shot the video of that, the person who is helping the first one and that woman… that woman who kissed me with all the love in her face.
 
Where are all those?
 
Now the smell is intolerable. I am not going to be here anymore, I cannot take it anymore.
 
What? Why can’t I move?
 
“Please someone help me….” I cried but there is no one who listened.
 
But the dog saw me. It heard my cry.
 
He is coming near. That is really a big doggie, huge. Eyes shining tongue rolling and drooling; the sight of that doggie scared me. His canines are very large, larger than my limbs I guess.
 
I think I made a mistake by crying. This one is sees me as food now. It can have me in one gulp may be. This dog is that huge.
 
Wait. He is not alone; there are 3 more dogs of that size coming towards me.
 
They surrounded me and one of it kept its front leg on me, I tried to move away but I am not able to. This move irritated the dog I guess, he started barking at me. The bark is too loud my ears are ringing. I am afraid now. I cried louder this time, hoping someone would come.
 
The dog became more irritated. He ran on to me and with those huge teeth bit my leg. There is so much pain! There is blood oozing from it. I think the bone broke and the injury is fatal.
 
But just then someone came. I guess God had heeded my prayers.
 
They came and frightened the dogs. They left me and the person who came took me into his arms and said to the other person
 
“See the parents these days. I guess they left her in this dustbin because she is a girl. This is really irresponsible and inhuman.”
 
I didn’t understand those words, but I guess I will understand them in the future…
 
 
PS: This is based on a true incident that happened some days ago where a girl child was thrown into a dustbin just after few hours of birth, and dogs ate some parts. The dead body was found by some of the people living nearby and the police had not found the parents yet. The speculation for leaving a child there is that the child is a girl child. I still can’t believe that people see a girl child as unwanted. Really a pathetic incident and need a change.


 

That was the fiction piece I promised.

PS: I am still open for more guest bloggers and I encourage more to come. If interested then contact me on: itsmayurremember@gmail.com

 

Local Train

Guest Blog #2: Life As We Know IT


So guest blog #2 By Stressed Mess! You read her interview here! She is really great at fictions and is bound to reach great heights later. Check out her blog!

Without any more delay, here we go:


Crisp Mumbai evening.

He boarded the local train with commuters; but there was a difference between him and the other passengers. They were all eager to get home after a long day at work but for him, he knew this was going to be his last train ride.

He described his life as one big disappointment. He always knew he was destined for greatness, but life intervened at about the tender age of eighteen. He dropped out of college to support his ailing parents, to repay debts and take over the responsibility of his younger siblings.

That was twenty years ago.

He had stopped dreaming. He was a smart, intelligent and ambitious man, now struggling to make ends meet. He was stuck in a loveless marriage and he cannot remember the last time he really laughed. Life was dull, claustrophobic and he was going to relieve himself.

He did not bother with a suicide note, it cannot possibly convey why he was taking such a drastic step. How can a paper provide any kind of solace to the family he was leaving behind?

No. He did not want his life and his death to end up as a piece of paper. He wished oblivion. No one would know how he felt in those last, frantic moments. He wanted privacy; nobody should know what was going on in his mind. He had lived this way and he preferred to die this way.

He stood at the door of the train and watched the sun set; his hair flew with the wind as the train caught speed. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath and braced himself to take the leap, to let go the pain. Suddenly he heard a loud bang and the world changed forever.

He opened his eyes and saw that there was blood everywhere. Smoke was everywhere and he could hear people crying in pain. People who were next to him on the train were severed, blown away into bits.

He heard a woman’s cry in his vicinity and tried to get up, but he could not. He looked down and saw his bloody legs. His mind suddenly registered the pain from his legs, pain beyond his endurance. Help took ten minutes to arrive; those were the hardest ten minutes of his life. He was in a lot of pain but he was conscious, aware of his surroundings. There were times when he wished he would pass out just so that he did not have to see the gruesome scene. The only thing he could think of in those moments of agony was that why them and not me?

He forced himself to die; he wanted to die!

He must have lost consciousness at some point because when he woke, he was in a bed at a government hospital surrounded by other “lucky” passengers who had made it. His wife and ten-year-old son rushed into the room. The relief his family had on seeing him there, alive and well was something he would never forget. They both gave him a big hug and spoke about how thankful they were that the horrible bomb blast had not taken him away from them. They did not know that the bomb blast had actually saved his life.

Later that day he scanned the room and looked at the other patients. They were shook up; of course, some had broken limbs and burns. However, they had gratitude in their eyes. Life had thrown a curveball at them but they were positive, it would all be fine. They knew they were lucky they survived. Seeing the distraught looks on the faces of people who had lost family members, he had an epiphany.

After that day, he knew that he had to hang on, take whatever life has to offer and live for the people in his life. Moreover, after that day, he really lived. His life had finally begun.

Your life is not just your own. Human lives are interwoven. Everything you do, every choice you make, has a direct effect on everybody around you. One cannot live in a selfish manner as he lives in a society, with several different people. We think about suicide because we think it will relieve us of the pain we feel when in reality we are just transferring our suffering on to people who love us. With every death, a hole is formed that may never fill. With every death, there are several lives that are disrupted and with every death a tiny part of several people, dies.


My sincere thanks to ‘Stressed Mess’ for doing this and I hope that I did justice to her piece.

PS: I am still calling more guest bloggers, any one interested can contact me at: itsmayurremember@gmail.com

Fan Fiction: Lou Bloom

Fan Fiction: Lou Bloom


Literary Lion: Flower

(I just saw Nightcrawler starring Jake Gyllenhall. I was captivated by his superb performance and when I saw Laura’s post Bloom I had to make an attempt at fan fiction. I’m afraid I couldn’t do it justice)

‘911. What is your emergency?’

‘Hello my name is Lou Bloom from Video Production Network. I heard gunshots in the apartment next door and I went to check. My neighbour is dead.’

‘Sir, can you tell me your address?’

Lou did.

‘Do not touch anything, sir. Patrolmen are on their way.’

He knew that, he could see the police codes on his laptop. Their ETA 120 seconds.

His neighbour, sweet little Miss Penny, was writhing on the floor, her clothes bloodied. He wasn’t worried about her, she would be dead before the police arrives. He was busy filming.

He had video footage of last minute, from when the killer left Miss Penny’s apartment. He had to edit the film, remove killer’s exit.

He continued filming, he had just bought a new camera, the best in the market, and he was using it.

The furniture in the house was undisturbed. Remove the soon-to-be dead body from the scene and no one could guess the room is a crime scene.

He filmed the bedroom, the hall the kitchen astonished that there was no sign of struggle. Miss Penny made a sound and he saw her vomiting blood. Almost dead, he would film the entire hall with her in the frame when she dies.

But somewhere in his mind there was an excitement. He was looking for a flower, flower that was blooming, a message left for him and him alone.

He still couldn’t find it, time was running out and he was loosing control becoming anxious.

Miss Penny continued making more noises. He snapped and screamed at her ‘Shut up!’

He saw then. She was not vomiting blood. He couldn’t keep this trophy can he? Not like the last two murders.

Quickly he made up his mind no editing the tape this time. This woman he will try to save. He kept the camera on the coffee table, making sure he was in the frame. He saw the gunshot wound, midsection.

‘Apply pressure’ he knew so he grabbed the cloth he could find and used it to stop the bleeding.

His tape would help the police to nab the killer. He wanted that flower! But it was a crucial evidence, removing it from the scene would bring the full force of the police on him.

Already he has made a couple of detectives suspicious, he was always at the crime scene before any policeman. He needed them to ease off and Miss Penny would do the job.

All the killer had to do was let him have the flower, now he would be captured.

  image credits: Twitter

Let’s see what others have written:

https://any1mark66.wordpress.com/2015/08/20/literary-lion-flowers-for-you/

http://rfrmst.com/2015/08/19/calmness-of-beauty/

https://unusualstrangeness.wordpress.com/2015/08/20/wilted/

https://sonyca.wordpress.com/2015/08/20/daisies-literary-lion/

https://thisismyironlung.wordpress.com/2015/08/20/lion-flower/

https://heartscrawler.wordpress.com/2015/08/20/memories-of-a-flowered-crown/

https://mandibelle16.wordpress.com/2015/08/20/literary-lion-the-orchid/

3-in-one: Take these flowers away. And the balloon, too!

https://tuckedintoacorner.wordpress.com/2015/08/21/amarysso/

https://livehomeandaway.wordpress.com/2015/08/21/flower-stories/

Literary Lion – Stained Red

In Convenience

https://write1st.wordpress.com/2015/08/25/flower/

http://reelryan.com/2015/08/25/literary-ryan-red-unearthing/

Literary Lion : Heather

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Guest Blog #1: You Don’t Matter


Here is the Poetry as promised by Mr Brent Kincaid. You can also check out his interview.

 

 

 

You don’t matter at all,

You hardworking citizen,

You who toil at drudgery

To feed all your children.

When we need you to vote

We pay attention to you

But the rest of the time

We look right through you.

 

You don’t matter at all.

Only the rich are essential

The rest of you are not;

You’re interchangeable.

You’re just marks on a page;

On the bottom of a ledger

And it’s best if you just

Work silently altogether.

 

The one percent matters

But if you are not rich yet

That means you are too stupid

To reach out and get.

The rich are a better class

And a truly valuable human.

All you non-rich are good for

Is to support us by consuming.

 

You don’t matter at all

Since you only vote for POTUS.

The rest of the time you all

Let us rob and you don’t outvote us.

We write laws that give more

And soon all of wealth to us

And then we point at someone else

For you to fail to back and cuss.

 

You don’t matter at all,

Or haven’t you even noticed.

You didn’t see that we urge

You to dwell in a field of lotus

Called football beer and Fox,

The news that is not really news;

Just something to misdirect.

It helps us shape your views.

 

You don’t matter at all.

You prove it every single day

By being so ignorant and lazy

We give this country away

We sell off your birthright

To the rich of other lands

And you all just run your mouth

And sit there on your hands.

 

Brent Kincaid


 

How was the post? I will appreciate any feedback to the post so go ahead!

Thank You Brent for the support.

*All views presented here are from the author.*

PS: I am still open for more guest bloggers and I encourage more to come. If interested then contact me on: itsmayurremember@gmail.com.

 

Heart’s


Inspiration:
‘There’s no present or future, there’s just past happening over and over again’- Eugene O’Neil


Heart’s a kid,
It jumps like nothing else.

Heart’s an adult,
It carries a burden.

Heart’s fickle,
It doesn’t know what it wants.

Heart’s adamant,
It has to get what it wants.

Heart’s selfish,
Nobody else matters.

Heart’s selfless,
Everyone else matters.

Heart’s naive,
Isn’t ready for this world.

Heart’s stupid,
Always makes the same mistakes.

Heart’s cold,
Antarctica may be warmer.

Heart’s hot,
Pumps enough to fill oceans.

Heart’s sorrow,
Heart’s joy,
Heart’s fragile,
Heart’s tensile.

Heart’s human,
Or humans are hearts.