Tuesday, May 29, 2012

The known stranger

She walked slowly, taking careful steps. Thinking about the day, running every scene in her head. She did this every single day on her way back from work, it was like a practice now. She was just a few miles away from her house and she couldn't stop thinking about how wonderful her day was. It was her birthday, and he colleagues had surprised her with a cake from the best patisserie in town, and they'd even gotten her the loveliest of gifts. Though she wasn't much of a celebration girl, they'd made her feel special. And that was all that mattered.

And as all these thoughts flew in her mind, she was unaware that someone crept behind her walking along, taking the same steps, going unnoticed. As she smiled to herself, the stranger began executing his plan. He began walking faster and pulling his hood over his face and setting his mask in position he grabbed her hand and twisted her.

She was in shock, she turned to see the white masked stranger with a hood. He pulled out a pocket knife and slit her hand. A loud cry was heard but as lonely as the street was, everyone was asleep. She struggled and pushed against his masculinity but all in vain. He pulled her to the ground and ripped her apart, piece by piece. But she never gave up, getting up again and trying to run away. But she fell to the ground and found herself in a pool of blood.

He hissed and gave a wicked laugh pushing the knife away and pulling out a gun. She cried and begged to be left alone but he was ruthless. He kicked her aside and got his gun ready. She slithered towards a shimmery object that lay behind him, trying to be as subtle as possible. He turned towards her and was about to pull the trigger when she stood up with all the mustered strength and pulled off his mask.

On seeing the person behind the mask, she almost felt nauseous but wasting a minute not, she took out the shimmery object from her back and pierced it through his chest and he fell.

The fall was thunderous and loud and huge thud was heard as he hit the ground. She cried her soul, but alas she could never get rid of the look on his face. It would haunt her for years she knew. The physical wounds were painful, but not as much as the emotional ones. Her heart felt a pain mightier than any other.

But she walked. She held the railings, the wall and walked. And kept walking, because this was not the end. It was just the beginning of a lifetime. A lifetime of experiences that she won't let go of. 

This was not a surrender, it was a fight. 

And in the distance she heard a buzzing sound of vehicles. 

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Sonshu

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This work is complete fiction. 

P.S: Tell me what you thought of it okay? :)

26 comments:

  1. Love the not a surrender, but a fight line so much. I think you could write the books that I would read.

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    1. Ohhhh Cheryl, that's so sweet! :)

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  2. :O. Now this is something very different and new from you. Treat us with moreeeee!!!

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    1. Yes it is. I am experimenting with different genres! :")

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  3. Girl, I was so right when I said you have potential. You proved me deadly right by this post!

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    1. Awwwww, you are too sweet :P Really. And thanks for having me inspired!

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  4. Sonshu,

    Kept me on the edge all the time. Now very curious to know who was he. Please do reveal in next post.

    Take care

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    1. I might have a next post, or it might just be a mystery. :)

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  5. This was so intriguing - you need to write a series of stories that continue over the course of 2 weeks or something - That would be amazeballs :D

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    1. Maybe I will do that now :) HAHAHA.

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  6. This is so not you. But this. Just wow. This new side of you is amaaazing.

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    1. Yeah, something different from me. THANKYOUUU!

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  7. Woah! I loved it! Extremely intriguing and kept me engaged till the end.
    And I loved the unexpected glimpse of strength that the girl brings out of herself at the end..

    Take Care.

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    1. That was the table turner. Ah yes :) Glad you did.

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  8. Kept me on the edge all the time. Now very curious to know who was he,... just keep calm, cool and carry on,.. XD


    love from http://benyricardo.com/itsme!/

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    1. Aawwww, i might just do a part two. Thanks for the comment!

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  9. OMG, this so frightening and eerily inspiring! Capturing the steely determination of a cornered soul! Bravo!
    -Jyoti
    Style-Delights Blog

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    1. Ah. Glad you liked it a lot Jyoti!

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  10. scary!made me think of so many who fall prey to the psychotic strangers at night

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  11. I also experimenting Sonshu :)

    Because I'm not a regular reader here, I don't quite know much about your writing style, but as far as the comments go, if this is new for you, you're brilliant :*

    Much Love :*

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    1. I also **love** experimenting :)

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    2. Ahhhh, true thaaaang! :) THANKS A TON!

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  12. Wow....this is amazing....you write so well...you should write a book!!! :)


    Love,
    Lazygul<3


    www.lazygulrox.blogspot.in

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