I know I know it’s almost Monday in India… but blame it on Sivaji… steeling reeling under the 3 hour onslaught…
Lets get into the game quickly.
Exactly 100 WORDS. No need for titles. and if you do put Titles they are not included in the word count.
Time to set your wild imagination loose…
Topic this week… THE STRANGER NEXT DOOR
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“I’ll kill you”, this was what i thought the stranger would say when i went to fetch the ball from his house.
We guys were playing crcket, and all of a sudden i hit the window pane of his with my ball. We all thought he was a psycho. He lived alone with his dog which was more like a demon to us. Everybody was scared to fetch the ball and i found myself in front of his door the next moment ringing his bell.
He opened the door and gave me the ball and said “Be Careful the next time!!!”. Thats it, we were friends for the rest of our stay in the colony.He was a stranger no more.
I wanted to kill Das. Das is late
Somewhere near passport office.
Agent: Give me a reference for police verification.
Me: neighbour will do?
Agent: OK
Neighbour
Finally, he looked down and fixed his gaze on me
Viveck a technology savvy guy moved to an isolated town with all of his gadgets. He was drafted there to educate the public about technology and how it can be useful to the town. On his left an old senile man – Shashtriji lived and on his right an agriculturist family lived. Shahshtriji used to shout
My 100 word Short story
Wet Nightmare
Drenched to my undies I rushed to my house. Put my hands in my pocket as I see a female drenched like Sridevi in Mr.India standing near the door. She looks intense with her mascara coming off. I insert the key in my door as I scan the object from the corner of my eye, she looks at me. Her rain drenched body and my wafer thin nylon shorts don
I scratched my newly trimmed beard, making chai. Someone knocks hard. I open the door. Jose glares alongside a rotund man.
“You walking out this afternoon?”
“No, I was at work. Why?” I inquire.
Jose points to his friend. “Some mofo unzipped his pants when his wife was walking out front. Whipped it out! Description matches you. With a beard and shit! He wants to kill you.”
“Fuck no! I was at work amigo!” I trembled.
Jose turns to the fat guy. “Not him. I know him. Vamanos.”
They leave. I shit my pants and get the razor and foam.
Sachin, Here is your food. A familiar voice, the voice he has been hearing for 15 yeras. the door opens, he sees the eyes, the bangles, the duppatta of the red saree. The eyes remain the same, The bangles and duppata changes color, has been for the past 15 years.Rice ans rasam in the plate with Tomato Pickle, ” Its Tuesday”. Its the day of Rice and rasam. Its been the same since Sachin had a sumptuous meal 15 years ago. The platter contained the fresh meat of Guttu. Guttu his next door neighbor. Ever since, Sachin is constrained in four wall room with Mirrors on all of them. His only neighbor now is Sachin himself
Radha knocked on the door.It opened just a little bit.’Yes’? lips muttered as a pair of piercing eyes kept staring…’ I am Radha,hope I have not disturbed you’.
‘What do you want’the voice had an edge.
‘I want nothing. I am staying next door and just wanted to say bye’,Radha assured the woman in her late twenties who had a far off look in her eyes.
Radha continued,’My husband and I are shifting to a bigger flat.So..’
‘Ok,Bye.’saying this the woman closed the door.
Radha wondered as a gun shot boomed..
This happened when I was 8 years old. I was playing in the garden of my house when I heard my neighbors, a young husband and wife shouting. The husband was shouting, “Whose underwear is this ?”. Just then a naked stranger jumped over my wall and entered my house. I followed him and saw him changing his clothes in my room. I asked him, “Who are you ?”.
He replied, “I am you. This is going to happen after some years.”
Hearing this I woke up from my sleep shouting, “Nooooooo”.