The Red Lipstick

The Red Lipstick 

Martha Trump a special investigating agent of crime branch was looking at her case files with pride. 

Whether it was an enigmatic robbery or a gruesome murder nothing remained unsolved in her career spanning ten years.

'It feels good to have 100% record in crime solving, err... actually 99%,' she said dejectedly seeing the last page which has details of red lipstick serial killer.

'She has killed twenty five men without any evidence and clue, brilliant,' she smiled cunningly. 

'But these men irritate too much,' she applied red lipstick to lure her twenty sixth prey.

This post is linked to Five Sentence Fiction(lipstick) and Three Word Wednesday #440 (enigmatic,gruesome,irritate). 

Thief

Thief

He felt a hand on his shoulder while trying to open the locker.

His dad gave him a tight slap when he turned around to see who was behind him.

"Scoundrel! Who have taught you to steal."

"Remember dad , you treacherously took grandpa's signature to transfer all his property in your name that was my first lesson in theft."

His obedient son's raspy reply left him in somber to think about a thief in him. 

This post is linked to Five Sentence Fiction (Thief) and Three Word Wednesday #434 (obedient,raspy,somber) . 

Trustworthy

Trustworthy

" I love you from the bottom of my heart," she was the third girl in a week to whom he was repeating the same sentence and in the same jubilant manner.

She neglected him when he advanced to kiss her and stared towards the door as looking for someone. 

Suddenly door opened with a thud and two girls entered when both of them was compact in each other's arm.

These two girls were called by the girl in his arms to show his real face to them as she was friend to these girls.

They scolded him and threw him out of the room for breaching their trust while he dusted off his clothes and walked away to find a girl more trustworthy than all of them.

This post is linked to Three Word Wednesday #404 ( compact,jubilant,neglected ) and Five Sentence Fiction (trust ). 

Let Children Be Children

Let Children Be Children

14th November is the birthday of India's first Prime Minister Pandit Jawaharlal Nehru which is celebrated as children's day in India due to his love and fondness to children. He always interacted with them and they used to call him 'Chacha Nehru' (Uncle Nehru). This year we are celebrating his 125th birth anniversary so I decided to raise some issues related to children.

The children are the most important part of our society as they are the future of the country. What we will give them today they will return to us in the future. So if we want a better society, a better state , a better nation and a better world we must take the best care of our children. Their proper growth is crucial for the proper growth of the society and this is possible only when we let children be themselves and not try to make them someone else.

Today in order to get higher TRP's reality shows compel children to behave like adults, they are forced to dance and talk like grown ups, they make them wear vulgar dresses and so on. Similarly some organisations trained them to kill , they filled hatred in they minds and believe me hatred will only make way for more hatred. Such malignant treatment of children is very dangerous. Many children work due to poor financial conditions of their family and in developing country like India we have millions of children in this condition. Their are laws to prevent them but there implementation is almost negligible. When poverty is not giving them proper food how we expect them to grow to their full potential and discover their inner strengths. They are not voters so why concern about their problems. But it is sad to say we elders have also not raised children problems like increasing burden of education,proper facilities in school,problem of malnutrition ,etc.

For a better tomorrow we should hear to their silent yearnings to let them be themselves. Let them be innocent children learning different things as they progresses in life and we playing the role of their guides telling them about the good and the bad. And for the underprivileged children we should help them as much as possible. There is an organisation Akshaya Patra which is bringing such children to schools by helping in providing meals in schools.

I hope a children's day where every child would be happy is near. I have made a video dedicated to all children using a song from Hindi movie Taare Zamin Par ( Like Stars on earth) starring Aamir Khan and Darshil Safary in lead roles 

• I am going to #BlogToFeedAChild with Akshaya Patra and BlogAdda.

This post is also linked to Three Word Wednesday #401 (Crucial, Malignant,Yearning).

Scary Ghosts

Scary Ghosts

"We should take him to our community doctor," said senior most member of their group. " I also think so, he is silent from last two days" another group member shared his concern. Madav the youngest member of this group of ghosts who live in the old municipality building was not in his senses from last two days. He was unable to sleep in day and couldn't concentrate in his work at night. All group members were worried about his condition but he didn't speak to anybody about this. His face was pale in fear and he felt tremors sometimes.

They took him to the doctor who was practicing in the same hospital he died after seeing a ghost in his office. He sat there from 1 am to 4 am. Doctor examined him and told others to wait outside , " What happened to you my boy ? " He didn't spoke anything. " Is it the matter of love because I have tasted your blood ,it is not infectious you drinking from right people." He remain quiet, he was unable to forget that night and that scene was moving in front of his eyes. Doctor understanding the situation asked again, " Have you seen a politician." He looked towards doctor , hugged him and started crying. "So this is the matter, tell me what have you seen."

He started remembering that frightful night, doctors called others inside to share his pain. " Two days ago when I was lurking above a peepal* tree and waiting for some to come, I saw a crippled man trying to run with help of his stick ,blood was oozing out from wounds on his body.He hid behind the same tree I was sitting on but few man came and found him then another man looking like their boss came and started abusing him for instigating the people against his corruption. I thought to intervene and scared them so that I could save the crippled man but to my surprise he didn't move at all even when all his men ran away. He said that he was not afraid from me as he had created so many ghosts , when I told him that I could drink his blood he laughed loudly deafening my ears with a face more dangerous and scary than the ghost king. He then leaned on my neck and I became unconscious."

"He was laughing because he had drunk more blood than us in his lifetime and I think he had drunk your blood also that's why you became unconscious." Doctor explained after examining his neck while all others were shivering to think about a creature who could drink their blood. When Madhav recovered in few days they decided to leave that area without knowing that these political ghosts were omnipresent.

*a tree believed to be the home of ghosts in many parts of India , scientific name Ficus religiosa 

Happy Halloween

This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda

This post is also linked to Three Word Wednesday #399(blood,cripple,lurk) .  

Nature's Plan

Nature's Plan

"The winter is coming my son," he looked at the vast barren land which used to be his village in that god gifted place and added, "I think we need to leave now."

"But papa, our home is here," "our home was here." He corrected his son and moved inside the make shift home to start packing whatever few things they had. They were among the negligible survivors from their village after the flood which devastated the paradise on earth Kashmir Valley. They refused to go with army when they came for rescue so that they could stay and rebuild their village with the help and aid provided by the government through army.

They lived among the rotten dead human and animal bodies, buried them, helped each other to construct houses with limited resources but never thought of living their village because this would mean the extinction of their ancestral land but the intense cold winds were indicating early onset of winter and snowfall. The make shift houses were not enough to sustain chilly winters. They decided to leave immediately with teary eyes but god has different plans. The Hudhud cyclonic winds in Indian ocean the reason for humongous destruction of property and life in eastern coastal region of India reached Himalayan mountain range causing early snowfall in that region.

Those preparing to leave their villages to safer places in winter got struck their due to snowfall to die a slow death. They were destined to die by natural calamity and they died by one. Nobody can change nature's plan.

Linked to Three Word Wednesday ( gifted,intense,rot) and

This post is also a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.

The Performer

The Performer 

John committed suicide after his expulsion from a reputed band due to his arrogant nature resulted in misfortunes for his family.

His son Albert was crude in knowledge of music but started performing in bars and restaurant to support living of his mother and younger sister.

His hard work, talent and supple behavior soon made him famous in his town.

Tears rolled down from his eyes when he was contacted by the same band for which his father used to play the drum to be their lead performer.

It's our perspective which unites earth surface with sky at the horizon.



This post is linked to Three Word Wednesday(arrogant,crude,supple) , Five Sentence Fiction (horizon) and Friday Fictioneers (picture prompt)

Winner

Winner

" Her dance shows her hunger to win," he raised her hand upwards to declare her the winner of the dance competition.

But worry and trouble on her face portraying her unhappiness regarding results, she looked at the barren face of the runner up contestant and took the mic from the presenter.

"Ladies and gentlemen I want to confess something," the organizer standing at the corner of the stage gave her an intense look of anger.

"I have paid a huge amount to the organizers to win this title as the other girl was unable to do so for her low financial status," she gave her prize to the runner up girl while the crowd gave her standing ovation.

Money can give you fame and luxury but satisfaction comes only with truth.

This post is linked to Three Word Wednesday(barren,intense,worry) and Five Sentence Fiction (hunger) and Theme Thursday (Trouble)

The Sunshine

The Sunshine - Drabble ( 100 word story )

Religious fundamentalists poisoned his mind which was adequate to prepare him for suicide bombing in a crowded restaurant. He tied explosives around his body and went to the spot.

He sat on an empty table and started the timer. Suddenly sunshine coming from a crisscross wooden wall,gaps of which were filled with colored bottles struck him and bedazzled his eyes. Flashbacks of his children came in front of his eyes similar to those present in the restaurant. He switched off the timer and realized that his religion condemns killing of innocents and those instigating him were parasite for religion.

This post is written for Three Word Wednesday Week 394  and Friday Fictioneers.

Courage

Courage

"Come darling! Rest your smooth face on my hairy chest," she listened these lewd comments without giving any importance to them as being the lone bread earner of her family of five if she would confront them they would make it difficult for her to work so she heard them daily and just ignored.

The grief  to see her family sleeping hungry was more painful for her than to listen such comments but listening silently was her compulsion and not her weakness.

One day when she was standing alone on that bus stand,their monstrous eyes saw it as an opportunity to fulfill their dirty desires and all four of them surrounded her.

She took out knife from her bag immediately and threatened them to kill, her loud shouts frightened them and they ran away never to return back.

Listen to your heart for courage which is breezy enough to cool the grief of your soul.

Linking to Three Word Wednesday ( hairy,breezy,monstrous) , Five Sentence Fiction (grief) and
Theme Thursday ( Listen). 

Failure

Failure - 55 word fiction

He was sitting on the carcasses of dead animals he had killed through his unsuccessful experiments. Albert was a geek since childhood. He wanted to give back life to the dead for which he was working from his high school days. He had alienated himself for this. Succumbing to the failure he slashed his wrist.

This post is written for Three Word Wednesday Week no. 392. 

The Darkness

The Darkness

Being accused of bribery Dheeraj was feeling skeptical to visit him this year instead he was thinking to commit suicide feeling unable to cope pressure of media and society

Although he was not guilty but trials by media has clobbered his public image which was making it difficult for him to face that man whom he respected the most in the world, the man who brought him into light of education from the darkness of illiteracy, his mentor,his teacher Mr Gyan Dev.

Gyan Dev saw him polishing shoes at railway station when he was five years old having books kept by his side which made him discover Dheeraj's silent urge for education and admitted him to his orphanage where he took care of his education and well being like a father.

After becoming Dean of the coveted state university Dheeraj made it a habit to visit his teacher on the occasion of Teacher's Day i.e 5th September and to spend the whole day with him whatever would be his condition but circumstances this year were making him hesitant and suicidal.

As he prepared to hang himself from ceiling fan Gyan Dev came and hugged him releasing him from the darkness of death he fixed for himself.

This post is written for Three Word Wednesday ( bribery,skeptical,clobbered ) and Five Sentence Fiction ( Darkness).

Note: This post is dedicated to all teachers who shapes our future and to Dr. S. Radhakrishnan whose contribution to the field of education give us his birthday on 5th Sep. as Teacher's Day

Dilemma

Dilemma 

Sarfaraz and Ravi were soldiers from two neighbouring enemy countries safeguarding their respective borders but became best friends since the time Ravi saved Sarfaraz from a wild animal when his foot was stuck in the border fence while chasing that animal.

Both the countries were at peace without any conflict so other soldiers from their battalion also sat together with them sharing food, listening and singing songs and telling about their lives,families,etc.

They didn't know what initiated war but they started preparing to encounter at battlefield after receiving orders from their seniors.

Entanglement of war brought Ravi and Sarfaraz in front of each other because battlefields are meant for death and not love of life.

They keep looking at each other aiming their guns with teary eyes when a heartless bomb exploded in between them taking away their lives and dilemma.

This post is written for Three Word Wednesday ( entanglement,death,heartless. ) and Five Sentence Fiction ( conflict).  

Wait Over

Wait Over

The train was approaching towards the station and John was still missing from her sight,"will he come" , Martha's sparse mind questioned impulsively.

They met last month near downtown church and became the ointment of each other's morose hearts as they
were entangled in estranged marriages.

They decided to divorce their spouses to be with each other but John was hesitant about this decision because he felt that her wife still loved him.

Martha assured him to talk to his wife and made her understand about their relationship after which they would leave this town.

As she was waiting for him at the railway station sorting out things with his wife, he came accompanied by police force to arrest her for killing his wife and storing her body pieces in the wooden box she was carrying.

This post is written for Three Word Wednesday ( sparse,impulsive,morose ) and Five Sentence Fiction ( waiting) 

Maps To Peace

Maps To Peace

Mercenary found some MAPS in that companion soldier's pocket who committed suicide during the battle due to unknown reasons when he was eradicating the enemies.
                                                                                                                                                                His death was intriguing so he traveled on that route to uncover secret of one of those non-confidential maps he found in the soldier's pocket as the place shown on it was unknown to him.

He reached to a meditation house situated on very high altitude where so many people were meditating.

He discovered that the soldier was squeamish at the sight of blood and violence and had joined
battle for the sake of his country.

He questioned himself, "Is it right to kill people,shed blood for money in such wars even when some soldiers are against it?"


This post is part of Three Word Wednesday ( mercenary,eradicate,squeamish ) and Five Sentence Fiction ( MAPS )

Luminous Smile

Luminous Smile

She felt elated in his arms and felt free from the age-old traditions the burden of which she was carrying for years on her shoulders.

Her twelve years old son, her only companion after her husband's death just entered the room at that moment in muddy clothes.

He was shocked to see a man hugging his mother but he noticed that her mother was happy which he never saw when she was with his vicious father who use to beat her daily.

He once pushed his father from terrace to liberate her mother from his cruelty and now he smiled in confirmation of her mother's relation which liberated her from burden of useless traditions.

His smile for her was more luminous than a moon or a star which had brighten her dark life.


This post is linked to Three Word Wednesday (liberated,vicious and muddy) and Five Sentence Fiction (luminous).

The Path

The Path

She connived with secret agents to befriend his son as part of political intrigue to get confidential information.

 He was chained in foreign land for denying their offer after vehement argument.

The path we took in difficult situation defines our character. Following his father's teaching he went to the FBI. The conspiracy then was unraveled. 


This post is linked to  #55WordChallenge: Week Sixteen and Three Word Wednesday.(words in bold)

Emotional Explosion

Emotional Explosion 

Mary was under debt crises,the success of her homemade cookies at the exhibition would determine her future with her only son trapped in custodial case.Each guest rejected cookies as they passed her stall.

 " I will not gripe." She murmured

Prepared for failure she pressed the button which triggered bomb tied to her body.

Linking to Three Word Wednesday 

Viscous Solution

Viscous Solution

Victory smile was spreading over his face after preparing that viscous solution which would change his fortune. He was researching for last five years about a liquid substance which would replace patrol. The solution prepared from plant extracts and other things would be a cheaper fuel. He filled the solution in an empty bottle to show it to his seniors scientists the next day in the laboratory. They would be surprised for his adept research single-handedly. 

He slept in satisfaction only to wake up with the sound of a fire alarm. Fierce fire caught his kitchen, his servant and his wife rushed outside from there towards the exit gate. He too followed them with his bottle. Before fire fighter could reach the spot whole house was under fire. At that point he noticed that he picked the wrong bottle." Where is my bottle." " Which bottle?" His wife asked. " A bottle containing a solution." She told that she had removed that edible oil's bottle from his room and kept that water bottle in its place. 

" We should complain about that oil,it caught wire when Radhe heat it to fry some snacks." He realized that owing to color and texture of that solution her wife used it as an edible oil and that's the reason his house was burning in fire. All his research papers were also burning inside his home lab. He had to start  the whole process again. 

Linking this post to  Three Word Wednesday.

Taking part in A to Z challenge and Ultimate Blog Challenge

Today's alphabet is V and it's UBC DAY 25.