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She

She wandered. Wandered far away from her home… 

She strolled. Strolled further and further with each step, with each passing minute…

She glowed. Glowed with the burning golden aura of her compelling curse…

She pondered. Pondered about the world she was leaving behind…

She dreamt. Dreamt of the life she would’ve had with enough time…

She felt. Felt the grass, the earth, the flowers beneath her for one last time…

She cried. Cried to let out the frustration that enveloped her now feeble self…

She lost. Lost herself in her own mind, sheltered in that safety, warming to the comfort of a clear mind for one last moment…

She fell. Fell on her knees in agony, light exploding from inside her…

She burned. Burned, until her physical being was just ashes, dull against the psychedelic spectrum of the colours of nature…

She let go… freeing herself once and for all…

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A SHARD OF GLASS…

Sweating and panting, I ran down the dark, eerie alleyway and reached a rundown warehouse. Pitch blackness surrounded me, my heart beating unsteadily, pumped with adrenaline as I came to a stop. My nausea and anxiety were slowly wearing down; though, I was far, far away from letting go of the fear.

It was ominous and frankly could have had the worst kind of dangers, booby traps, thugs, wild animals. However, I was possibly miles away from home and it was more dangerous to travel home than stay here at this point. 

I entered the building, a quick decision as I was now not only exhausted, but I was soaking wet from the rain that had decided to add a cherry on top to my torment. The sweat and water mixed together dripping down from me from everywhere.

Inside, it was almost as dark as the inky haze of the outside, but I could still make out the jaggedly outlines of various sized objects across the ground. Fortunately, I had my phone that I could use as a flashlight.

There was not much on the floor I was on, except about four pieces of furniture covered by a dusty, ancient cloth in each of the corners and a round table with 7 chairs around it smack in the middle… it almost seemed as if a séance had taken place, but they had up and left right after it had finished but were cautious to cover whatever objects were at the corners. I was curious, what was so immaculate that they had to cover them? The detective in me sprung to action and wanted to investigate. So, I did.

I went to the corner nearest to the door, and the object was easier to decipher. I noticed that the silhouette of the object resembled a floor length mirror which was propped against the wall of the warehouse. Uncovering it released a cloud of dust, cobwebs, and insects, all of it covering me and the floor surrounding. The cloth revealed a mirror as predicted, but not the type I was thinking of. I had expected the fancy studio mirrors with the classy knobs on top, but what was revealed was the complete opposite of the one I had imagined. It was antique, probably dating back to a century old. A fleur-de-lis design adorned the top of the mirror, the carving fading into the serrated surface of the rusting brass.

I moved down to the sides that framed the mirror, noticing odd shapes and figures which would have once been intricate etchings in the metal, I was unable to decode the inscriptions. As I further moved my flashlight along the side, I noticed a certain pattern from what I was able to tell and wondered if it was the same on the other edge. Alas it was not, it was a pattern nonetheless but seemed different to the one I saw. I could have been completely wrong due to the faded marks, which is why I started to inspect the bottom instead.

I gasped and immediately backed away…. those were devil horns! Call me dramatic and superstitious, but I was terrified. The way the tendrils wrapped around the horns, encasing it, binding it to the mirror had given the most powerful aura which shook me to my core. It was also the most distinct carving on the frames as if it had been done just a few days ago….

Now, the initial fear once again had risen to the surface, the same rush of adrenaline also emerging alongside. Both pushed all rational, logical thinking to the very farthest of my mind. I knew I had to get out of there, and fast.

My knees week and my heart beating erratically, I swiftly turned towards the door ready to break into a run… and I knocked over the mirror that I had been inspecting earlier.

WHAM!

Now, it was on the ground frame down, on the dusty, iridescent floor while, oddly enough only one piece of glass broke off and skidded right next to my feet and reflected a vast spectrum of colours on my face, blinding me.

I picked the shard of the glass up and inspected it. Everything was regular about it, no strange carvings, or textures, just ordinary… or so I thought.

To my astonishment, as I was delicately going to place the glass next to the mirror, the shard reflected an eye… literally just for a split second, and just by that moment, I remembered why I had knocked the mirror over in fervour – with this realization, my eyes widened and in almost a reflex like action I dashed out of the warehouse like a deer in the headlights, screaming my lungs out for no one to hear.

I knew I was in trouble; my fear had led me to once again be in an unsheltered state, with a dead phone and no mode of transportation (like my initial problem too for which I had seeked shelter at the warehouse). The only rational thought as of now was to walk till the dawn broke and then find a way to return home.

It was and idiotic decision, but it would have been more if I had stayed, so I set out into the dark once again, unbeknownst to me that a lurking figure stood close, observing each step, waiting for my next foolish decision…

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Phantasma Memoria

Memory of a Phantom

A girl, with a crooked smile, once skipped through the fields; once was in harmony with the universe; once lived so serenely, you would’ve thought she was one with nature. Albeit, her life quickly dwindled, like a delicate flower plucked by a storm, petal by petal, piece by piece.

Now she was monotonous – if she ever spoke; her face a façade of calm demeanor but the worst of her demons wearing her from the inside.

No one knew her, far from that even her name. Her neighbors were concerned but never asked, too busy exchanging daily gossip. No one knew who she lived with, if she went to school or not, her age being a mystery. What was even more mysterious was her walking and walking, each night to an unknown destination. This was the time when the neighbors seldom saw her, leaving them wondering where she went, and when she would return, though after a while this became a daily occurrence which is why they cared little to ask about it.

The strangest things about her though was her tiny journal. It was a small yet distinct object that she handled with utmost care and had carried it everywhere. Only she knew what it meant and how much of a priced possession it was; it was the thing she was cursed because of and the only way the curse would be lifted.

She knew that the only mistake she had made in her entire life had cost her everything. She knew she made a mistake when unintentionally, she severely injured The Wizard’s sister when they were arguing about giving the girl a power. This caused The Wizard to curse her for her greed and anger, which she had never shown before. The sister had magically appeared out of the tiny journal pages when the girl was wishing and writing to the great wizard for a power. The argument started between the two when the girl started asking for greater things and it escalated when she accidently pushed her trying to get her point across. The curse that the wizard had bestowed upon her was that, until and unless she filled the entirety of the journal in a month, she would be stuck between worlds, appearing as a phantom. The catch was that, every other week, a thousand pages would be added to it – making it impossible for her to finish it by the end of the month.

She didn’t think it was that big of a deal until she realized that in her world she was now forgotten, it was as if no one remembered her, yet everyone could see her. This fact was never mentioned by The Wizard and she knew that in this state, she would go insane, constantly writing and writing, living for an eternity, with no hopes or dreams.

Yet, she never would’ve thought that a ray of hope would rekindle through a break in the clouds, finally freeing her. That ray of hope came in the form of her childhood best friend walking towards her neighborhood trying to find her, wondering how she was doing. She was baffled; how could anyone remember her? Especially someone she knew years ago! Something even more strange happened right when her friend looked at her; The curse lifted and she fell to the ground, feeling more tranquil than she ever was.

It was majestic how just having a memory had affected her world. The wizard had forgotten to clear this loophole and it came to her advantage – the wizard did not think of the possibility of someone she knew long before remembering her, just a wisp of that fading memory becoming her saving grace. That magical memory for the girl it was through her childhood best friend and for the wizard it had been through his sister. A lesson that she, her friend and the wizard learned that day was that- a memory… never fades.

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Ignition from the Abyss

SUbmitted as Times of India – Write India Entry

The firestorm killed the lights and knocked the ship deep into space. Somehow, the instruments were still alive, but there was no crew to read them. Far below a red crescent shone, the edge of the burning planet silhouetted by the curve of a wing. It would be a lonely trip. She gazed through the porthole at the wavering stars.

Humanity had brought its own end upon themselves and foreseen it; the place they once called home turned into hell; the planet green and blue; now a blazing red engulfing it as a whole. The alarm had blared in the silence of the night for half of the world and for the other half it was just the beginning of their day. In the next few hours, there arose a strange phenomenon ripping through continents, a strange combination of a hurricane and fire. It was like the natural storm’s mitochondria was petroleum and it was bigger than any living organism had ever seen, heard or thought about.

A team from NASA was immediately arranged to go to space when the threat was first detected – the urgent response was powered by the curiosity and the sheer fear on the faces of the researchers that had been observing it. The sudden urgency surfaced questions that were unanswerable yet valid, hence a spacecraft had to be sent to explore and decipher the odd spectacle that (unknown to their knowledge) would lead to the extinction of their entire species.  Within the span of an hour the group had launched off unbeknownst to them that the universe would not allow them to survive – their fate was locked.

The universe had a cruel way to punish the beings that it had created when it decided it had enough of the species that the planet was ruled by; this was clear to her at this point. Her mission now was to survive, it didn’t matter where, but only mattered how. She had set out here and there was literally no point of return for her as her world was set ablaze and destroyed, burnt to a crisp. She was lost, hoping to find one of the crew members unconscious on the floor but to no avail; the ship was desolate… or so she had thought.

Her ray of hope came from the control panel from where the big blue button was calling to her, hypnotising her to press it – and she did; this, she realized made the ship surge forward in an animal-like motion and made it move on its own; the destination unknown. This made it much easier for her to explore the rest of the ship while it was automated. From the corner of her eye she could make out a gargantuan cabinet right at the front of the space craft; curious, she stepped over the equipment and swept up the crowbar she was using to pry open the doors and quickly made her way to the cabinet. With sweaty hands and a heaving breath, she finally managed to pry open the doors and… she screamed. Out fell the co-pilot of the ship! In shock, she jumped back and stumbled over her own feet and fell to the ground with a loud thud. She stared in disbelief and wonder, that how on the entirety of the ship, only the co-pilot would remain, unconscious but not a scratch upon him! Out of curiosity, she made her way over to him again, slowly and carefully, vacillating through the mess she had made; approaching him, she raised his arm and dragged him onto the surface of the ship (this was possible due to the spacecraft hovering in the Earth’s orbit). Turning him over onto his stomach she noticed that the back of his shirt was torn open from the side and a visible green scar had been engraved onto his torso and dried crimson blood was surrounding it. “Green scar? That’s unusual… “she thought, trying to process the image she was seeing before her. Just to check, she raised his wrist and put two fingers on his veins and put her head against his chest, but silence was the only thing she experienced meaning, he was dead. This hit her like a ton of bricks for some reason… she could most likely be the only human remaining in the galaxy at this point.

Her body slumped against the control panel and she burst in to tears, hysterical; she got up in such haste that she knocked over all the sonar equipment and whilst still crying started banging open all doors, cabinets and rummaged through all the boxes she could find. She herself didn’t know what she was looking for, maybe a ray of hope? In this time of disbelief and depression suddenly, a peculiar scent hit her, it was slightly alkaline yet sweet. Calming down slightly and wiping off her tears, she made her way over to the hatch of the spacecraft, only to find a glowing blue orb sending off those fumes. She reached her hand out to feel and hold it, but alas it zipped past her, stopped, came back aiming straight for her face like it had a mind of its own. She ducked right on time fooling the orb and opening the porthole slightly to let it out. All of a sudden, her head felt woozy and her legs started shaking, making her panic, but only for a split second as she dropped like a slaughtered beast headless onto the ground.

She woke up in the exact same place, but this time she had company…they were her crew members! But not? They looked exactly like them, but their behaviour, voice and language did not match them, hitting her with the sudden realization that they were dead, and these foreign creatures were using their form to bamboozle her, this is why she pretended to remain comatose until the creatures surrounding her decide to slap her awake. Offended, she quietly picked the crowbar lying next to her and threw it across one of the duplicates faces, managing to majorly injure two of them and making them crumple to the ground concurrently. The other three turned their head around simultaneously alarming her, hence she dashed just in time, out of the way and into the changing room from the blast that was supposed to hit her. Her heart was pounding in her chest, blood rushing through her ears, drumming and accentuating every single sound, yet from the outside not even a single tinkle could be heard. She could not believe her luck; it was like the universe was seeking out all the revenge for every single sin she had ever committed in the past 24 years. She never would’ve thought something this dreadful could ever happen to her let alone her experiencing it. Although the next thing that happened was way beyond worse – the creatures carved a hole through the thick metal door and burst inside, this time in their true horrifying form.

The only way they could be described was as, ginormous squid-like creatures with tongues of every living organism that had existed previously on her former planet, attached to their heads which was surrounded by bat and snake fangs in a locus. She backed against the wall of the room, yet the creatures kept inching closer and closer, every second. These seconds seemed like a decade each as she tried to form an impulsive plan spontaneously. Unfortunately, it was too late… pressed against the wall the beam they projected from their mouths hit her square in the chest, making her tumble and slide under a table. Yet for the first time, she had luck. She was barely conscious, but she managed to pull the guns that they had dropped (from their former alias) with her foot, carefully enough for them to not notice. Still curled under the desk in a ball, she quickly checked the ammo and thought of how to execute her plan this time, whilst the creatures celebrated their ‘victory’.

The next few minutes were chaotic and dangerous – she pushed herself out from under the table and jumped up to spin a whole 360 degrees and before her toes could hit the floor, she sprinted out from the room and made her way straight to the hatch. She was hoping that the ghastly creatures would follow her and while chasing her, she would suddenly stand back, open the hatch and let them fall into the chasm, death devouring them. And if the plan went even slightly wrong, she always had the gun with her the whole time. Luckily at first, she got what she wanted, they were chasing after her! “Perfect!” she cheered. Impulsively, even though it did not seem necessary, she shot one of them in the chest, which pierced it and black tar-like fluid gushed out of it. This made them angrier and chase after her at a much higher speed than before, but just in a nanosecond she stopped and stepped to the side- nevertheless fatefully for her, their reaction time was faster than hers, so they stopped right in front of her immediately and each lashed out a tongue at her face burning and giving her searing scars.  She screamed and backed up against the wall accidently pressing against the button to open the hatch and the creatures sought this out as a perfect opportunity to grab her, however she was using all her power to resist it; she then became aware of the gun she still had and she managed to shoot three bullets in her captors body and the remaining two into the one standing behind it. She bothered not to shoot at the third one as it was already losing a lot of its fluid and was practically dead. Even with her best efforts, the creature threw her out of the hatch of the ship and closed it.

She latched onto side of the spacecraft; her fingers already numb against the cold metal of the ship. She knew there was no point of her holding onto her doomsday transport, but she wanted to just take a few moments of peace alive, to remember everything that had led up and escalated to this moment – the climactic catastrophe, the firestorm, the creatures, everything. She wanted to feel numb and forget all of this before her eventual sweet release of death. And when that was done, she let go… letting the deafening deadness and the darkness engulf every inch of her, thinking and feeling the stricken cinders from the remains of the Earth still roaring and she let herself plunge into the Abyss.