Mistress: A 100 Word Story

“I want you to decide. I can’t wait any longer,” she declared.

“It is not an easy decision to make,” he replied, while fiddling with his car keys, which was suggestive of the fact that he wanted an escape from this conversation.

“But you have to choose… it is your wife or me. I am not going to be your mistress any longer.”

“But you are not my mistress. You are my lover,” he took her hands into his. “I think I know what I want.”

She waited.

“What do you think about polygamy?”

She was too stunned to react.

Dream: A Short Story

(For Trifecta)

“I want to go to the city, where there are so many avenues available. I will get to be in the middle of things and I could prove my talent,” she said, her eyes lost in a world far away from their small town.

“What do you aim to do there?” As a supportive father, he wanted to listen to her before putting forth his own opinion about it.

“Oh… well, I will do what all others do.”

“And what is it they do?”

“I will… I will get an agent, who could help me visit the parties and the functions where I could meet up with the directors and other film personalities. It is all about making yourself available at the right spot at the right time. It is probable that I will get the opportunity that I so want.” She smiled, which was an evidence of that childish wonder and a dream, which was a result of townsfolk praising her for her beauty and acting skills.

Her father did not reply for a while and a silence pervaded in the room.

“Well, what do you think, dad?”

“Is it that simple? You know, it seems to me that you are trying to chase a rainbow.”

Her smile faded. “A rainbow…? Dad, I want it. I want the fame, success. I want the life of a film star.”

“Aren’t you content with all what you have? You might lose it all, blinded by the glittering city.”

“I love my life here, dad but I want to achieve my dream and I need your support.” That was all she said. She had already bought a ticket for the city bound train, which was to leave early in the morning.

Next day, she was surprised to find her father with his suitcase, waiting at the station.

“I believe in you. I am with you,” he stated. She embraced the best man of her life, as the train whistled its arrival with the rising sun.

New Job: A 100 Word Story

“I got a new job,” she announced.

She had gone for her first interview in two years and things seemed to have worked out in her favor.

“You know it was not easy. The interviewer was quite grim. But once he knew of my situation, he managed to be a little polite to me.”

She was beaming with happiness. “I want you today to share this happiness with me. I know you are here somewhere, looking at me with a tender smile on your lips. I wish I could hug you.” She cradled his photograph and gave it a kiss.

Squirrels: This Time It’s Personal (Part XVI)

It is my turn to write something for the CSB Chain Story. To be continued from Part XV by Rarasaur:

“Welcome, McAdams”

“Gosling… Is that you?” She was still dizzy by her ride on the werewolf, who was also responsible for her awakening.

“No.”

She fainted, without saying anything else.

“Oh holy shit… Now that is not why we brought her back.” Gandalf turned around swaying his grey robes in the easterly wind, which had started to blow all of a sudden. The old wizard was too worried to feel the gaze of those blue notorious eyes. “You can go do your bloody grooming, Aragorn. I have no need of you till this lover detective wakes up and tells us the things, she had come to know.”

Days passed and the squirrels increased their tyranny. They swept clean acorns from hundreds of acres of oaks and there were rapid consumption of the yearly ration of the alcohol of the region. Newspapers, everyday featured some squirrel, dazed, or attacking some goblin or elf.

“Is she still asleep?” Aragorn asked. He visited everyday to stay by the wretched woman’s side, to the bewilderment of the impatient wizard.

“Go ahead and give her the kiss to raise her from the state of being half-dead. My elvish spells do not work on her,” Gandalf simply stated.

Aragorn walked silently towards the glass casket, within which rests Allie McAdams, who even in this state, looked tantalizing. He was about to open the locks which had kept her enclosed from any harm, when some one appeared behind him.

“My precious…” It was a snarl, which was more like a hiss. The next moment he knew he was head-locked by a bald grungy thing. “My precious… is mine…”

He fought, punched in the open air, tried to kick but to no avail. He was suffocating and his body was going limp. He struggled, trying to get rid of this strange creature. He thrashed around, swinging the creature, finally getting rid of him.

“My precious…,” he continued to blurt out sitting on the dusty carpet.

“Who are you?”

“Smeagol… I name Gollum… my precious…” His eyes bulged out as he replied. “I know… what you need to know. That lady came to me…” He snickered like a mad man.

Aragorn was puzzled. “Why did she come to you?”

“Know about squirrels… one ring of power… Sauron…” He gave a momentary pause and continued, “And Goddess” He shuddered even at the mention of the abominable being.

“Yes… tell me. Tell me about Goddess”

“She is an employee and nothing else… My precious is the master of all…” He showed his rotten teeth and his eyes gleamed with the light of lust.

“And what the heck is this precious of yours?”

“You know, you know it well, human.”

Aragorn was doubtful and asked him again, “What is this precious you talk about?”

“Ring of Sauron… you have a traitor, infatuated by my p..p..p..precio…” He gagged himself before he even could complete his word and fell down there and then. He was dead.

All what had happened in a matter of few minutes was quite disturbing. He had heard certain rumors about this creature, which was lying dead before him.

“Traitor… who could that be?” He thought to himself. “Gandalf is a wizard. Darlene is a victim.” He looked at McAdams uneasily. But he shook his head. “No! McAdams is a new character. She wouldn’t have anything to do with the ring.”

He finally recalled what he had come to do there. He opened up the locked casket and bowed, staring at the paleness of McAdams’ skin and her naturally pink lips. Closing his own eyes, he gave her a deep kiss. Slowly rising up, he wondered if it had worked.

It had. McAdams coughed and opened her eyes. They looked radiant and she smiled. She tried to get up but she was weak.

“Where… where is Gosling?” she questioned.

“Gosling is no more. You both had died but you were reawakened,” he replied sincerely.

“No, that can’t be possible. Gosling has my notebook; I do not know which one he was referring to because I have had dozens of them. He had promised that he would read its contents to me, once we get rid of these squirrels.”

“What does that have to do with Gosling’s death?”

“Ah… well nothing.” She looked at him; her eyes squinted in concentration. “I am woozy.”

“You must rest.” He smacked her on the forehead and closed her casket.

“She is such a mean girl; still thinking of that blonde Gosling. Well, we have no use of her anymore. Gollum has informed me everything necessary. Now, I must counsel with Gandalf and Sam.”

He left her banging on the glass, ignoring her muffled pleas of letting her out. He gently stroked his hair and went to look for the elderly wizard thinking, “What if I am the traitor, without me even knowing of it?”

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Please do not throw those acorns at me. It is madness, I know. But that is all I could come up with in a short while. Well, I do not have any choice to make regarding the next contributor because only one of us is left before the story goes back into the hands of the editors of CSB. The story is going to be continued by Grampus.

Inventions

“Where are we going today?” She cheerily asked, imagining a long walk at the beach or dancing at the night club.

“We… we are going to try out my latest invention.”

“Oh! Come on, Monty. You know your so-called inventions are always hazardous for some one or the other. Why do you keep on making up such silly stuff?”

“Silly…? Did you call my precious objects silly and What are you saying about the hazardous inventions? You are out of your mind. Nothing fatal has ever happened.”

“Believe me, all your creations are shit. Remember Eddy rode your, what did you call it, aerocyclar and ended up losing all his teeth. At least, he was not hurt badly. But that can not be said for Tina.” She glared at him.

“Tina… isn’t that Vanessa’s friend?” He naively asked.

She spat, “She was her friend.”

“Why? What happened?”

“F**k you, Monty. She died, because she used, what did you call it, your creamy delectable face mask. You had added lead particles in it which entered her blood stream, eventually claiming her life.”

“Bullshit. How can the lead in that cream enter the blood?”

“It was because you injected it into her blood. Yes, Mr. Monty, the great inventor, inserted face cream into a girl’s blood.”

“Oh! But… but… Such things happen. I thought it would work faster that way. Applying it as a face-mask would have taken a lot of time.”

Exasperated as she was, she kicked him in the crotch and left him licking the ground.

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* Lead poisoning is reality. In severe cases, it can claim lives. Dear ladies, please be careful while buying cosmetic products, especially lipsticks.

** For Trifecta.