Blahsphemy

Stop laughing you idiot. Yes I am a fish with a burn injury. No I didn't jump into anyones frying pan or into the fire. I was happily swimming around when that stupid driver lost control of his gasoline carrier and landed up in my pool. The rest they say is history with a scalding hiss. Happy? Stop guffawing or I will whack you with my unhurt fin. Fried fish my ...

I am pretty sure that I had pressed the send later button. The mail shot off like a bullet from my console to her. I didn't want to upset her now. I just wanted her to read it in leisure on a weekend when she can cry over it. I am sure, the damage has been done. I don't know how to face her now. Hope she doesn't see it till I am gone. Let me slink away before all hell breaks loose. He keyed in all that came to his mind on to his so called story. It wasn't going anywhere. He wanted to be a famous short story writer. So far the only thing he was sure of is that his stories were too short to be taken seriously. 

The pain is back.  A scimitar dodged inside my back.  I twitch and moan with every jab.  Invoking the gods of wrath.

My muse is not feeling well. She has a severe case of allergy. Of late she's has been shying away from the smell of ink. She even claims that blank white sheets make her depressed. Let's wait till she comes out of this.   

I simply didn't write yesterday. I wanted to, but I didn't. I was in a hurry to escape my cubicle. It has been sapping my soul, off late. Everyday I have been retracting into my shell more and more. You must be wondering why I am boring you with my personal crap. Wish, I knew about it. Maybe it's procrastination. Or am I way too deep in my shell that I  have lost touch with the outer world. Let me go back in there and mull over this.    

He was dead. His body lay motionless in the rain. His blood was washed off to the nearest drain. Now, it looked as if he was sleeping in the rain without a care in the world. The guy in the last bus to his hometown envied him for his sound sleep. One day I too will sleep like that, he muttered. Little did he know that we all will someday sleep peacefully only to never awake again.    

Traveller where are you going, asked the road. Wherever you are taking me, replied the weary traveller. I am not taking you anywhere, I am just a detour in your plans. I have no plans, I am blindly following you. Then let's enjoy the journey, replied the road and they moved on hand in hand.   

I am the one your mother had warned you against. He didn't know what to do next. He was a happy go lucky guy having a nice Friday afternoon in a downtown pub. He had met her on his way to the rest room. She burst out of the ladies giggling at some joke. He was hooked. Maybe it was the half pitcher of beer that was sloshing around in his abdomen that did the trick. He desperately wanted to strike a conversation with her. Every time he made a move, it seemed that the whole pub and its occupants thwarted him. He was at his wits end. That's when he thought of reaching out to her through the bartender. The bartender seemed to have succeeded. He returned with a little piece of paper. He hoped that was her contact number. Looked like she had other plans than to hit it off with a drunken fool. He tried to read the note again. It didn't make any sense. She never knew my mother, so how can my mother warn me about her? His head was hurting from trying to decipher the message. Already ...

His brain was behaving like a lousy mobile network connection. Maybe it's the planet, he thought. Or is it the ancient oxygenator attached to my suit? Something is messing with my neurons for sure. And now, the faulty connection has put him in a fix. Something he didn't decipher quite well has angered the beast at the alien immigration centre. His visa got a potential threat stamp which will make life miserable for him. He stepped out into the harsh alien sun on Planet H. He desperately needed a drink.  She spotted him from miles away. He was wearing an ancient contraption that looked like a space suit. He was waddling towards the nearby bar. She smirked and gunned the motor of her craft. It lunged forward like a cheetah that got stung by a bee. She hated aliens and wanted to get rid of them in every way possible. The alien saw the speeding craft. It fired a neuron in his brain and he stepped aside with the finesse of a matador. He was surprised at the new found agility. She wa...

The philosopher was having a wonderful dream. In his dream, he was handed the cup of eternal happiness. Before he could lay his hands on it, a bell rang somewhere. It rang again and again until he was fully awake. It was his damn cellphone. God was calling! But what worried him more was his dream. Was the cup full or was it empty? All he wanted was to go back to his dream. 

I usually do this kind of work in isolation. I simply can't stand anyone looking over my shoulder while I am at it. Today, it was a bit different. She was there by the door. Waiting patiently for me to finish. I got a bit irritated at first. Or was did I get distracted? I am not sure. My victim was bleeding profusely. I had planned a swift death. Then I saw her. I slashed a bit below the mark. The arterial spray was a bit too much. It was getting messy. So I quickly finished the job with a swift cut. She wanted me to have my dinner before it became cold. It had already been to the microwave twice. I grudgingly got up. One can't piss off a wife even while finishing off the main character in my story. As I sat there prodding my meal, it struck me, I could've used the gun.