Avik is a wizard who affects the dreams of all those close to him, and slowly his 'condition' becomes worse. There is too much magic in him and he is unable to contain it, but there is no channel to let him out.
In the mean time Jhonny learns that the shoes take you to the EXACT time and place that you came from, which means he is in the path of a speeding bullet if he turns around. He needs to find out what happened to him in the past, but a lot of things have changed because he "mysteriously" disappeared that day.
Deep is Niki's son, is he Jhonny's son?
Avik and J understand that the wand would be needed to channel magic in him. Avik decides to try it, but, it is not so easy. You never know what effects there would be. So A decides to try it alone. D and J are against it but A takes the wand to...(a jungle?) to try it, as he is in a lot of pain, and everyone's nighmares are getting worse.
Looks like the wand works, but where did it come from? How did it get to where it was found. Where did J come from? Why is Deep important for the story.
And if Niki was never to be seen why the fuck is she sexy in the first place?
no clue... let's see how this develops.
Thursday, January 29, 2009
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
THREE: Crewcut's Chink
"What the hell is wrong with you Crewcut!"
"Nothing Man! I found this chink! Man! you know! Shoelace!!!"
Avik and Deep Shankar were roaming in the college grounds.
Deep wanted to be cool, and tried too hard!
He even had a crew-cut.
The crew-cut gave him the name "Crewcut", and accentuated his wiry frame in all the wrong ways. Small head and sunken eyes apart, Deep was still, Avik's best friend.
And today Deep was in his humpy-jumpy, excited mode again, that irritated Avik the most.
"Crew, dude, you're not making much sense, I mean, like, try walking without a jerk for a second..."
"Yeah! Man! if you'd be in my bathroom, you know, you wouldn't be able to make any sense out of it either!"
"Make sense out of what?"
"I found a chink in my bathroom man!"
"Huh! and that's cause for you to jump around? I'll see how we can get your tiles fixed."
"No not a chink! Oh! Man! A CHINKEE chink dude! As in, you know, from the Indian North East Chink!"
"Dude! I mean that's like blasphemy or something, you know, North East people are Indians just like us, I mean like, 'humans' dude, they are not chinese! We shouldn't call them 'chinks'! I mean I dunno the real term, but, calling them chinks is, like, sodomy or blasphemy type shit! I mean, basically, its not a good idea....", Avik's patience was almost running out, Deep was being particularly thorny today.
Sensing this Deep tried to calm himself a bit, with some obvious discomfort.
He tried telling his tale again.
"Okay, okay! beginning from the beginning of today Man! See, I had this real pissy dream, you know like dragons chasing me into a pond and all? and I woke up to realize I really needed to pee."
The dream came back to Avik, but he did not want to acknowledge the weakness in his heart, turning to Deep he said, "Yeah! that makes sense... so what you were telling me is that you wet your sheets in a dream... yeah! like, that is typical 'Crew' dude! hehehe!", slapping Crew's back in jest.
"No Laugh Man! So what I really do is go to my bathroom, and you know? MAN! There is a chink sitting on my pot! And I don't get it the first time? so I go 'you're on my pot man!' and he's like 'yeah!', and then he gets up and then I get it! He appeared on my pot out of nowhere! I was a little sleepy, so the phenomenon didn't register well... but, you know, kind of 'un-vanished' into thin air! It was way cool man! He's, you know, from the past or something! and still cracks the coolest jokes! We had a fun time in the morning, and then I had to rush for college!"
"Dude! He's not from the past! He's probably, like a burglar or something, who almost got caught, and found out, he's too smart for you...", Avik was alarmed at Crew's casual attitude.
"No! No! Man! trust me, you're getting it all wrong!", Crew pleaded.
"Yeah? and like Mister Crewcut Soapsud got it right?"
"Okay okay Man! Piss me, if nothing's up, but, you know, you must meet him first!"
This for a strange reason appealed to Avik too. Atleast it would distract him from thinking about his dreams. "Okay! good, let's meet him, this guy in your loo, like, what did you say his name was?"
"Its 'Shoelace', Jhonny 'Shoelace' Dow" Crew smiled.
"Nothing Man! I found this chink! Man! you know! Shoelace!!!"
Avik and Deep Shankar were roaming in the college grounds.
Deep wanted to be cool, and tried too hard!
He even had a crew-cut.
The crew-cut gave him the name "Crewcut", and accentuated his wiry frame in all the wrong ways. Small head and sunken eyes apart, Deep was still, Avik's best friend.
And today Deep was in his humpy-jumpy, excited mode again, that irritated Avik the most.
"Crew, dude, you're not making much sense, I mean, like, try walking without a jerk for a second..."
"Yeah! Man! if you'd be in my bathroom, you know, you wouldn't be able to make any sense out of it either!"
"Make sense out of what?"
"I found a chink in my bathroom man!"
"Huh! and that's cause for you to jump around? I'll see how we can get your tiles fixed."
"No not a chink! Oh! Man! A CHINKEE chink dude! As in, you know, from the Indian North East Chink!"
"Dude! I mean that's like blasphemy or something, you know, North East people are Indians just like us, I mean like, 'humans' dude, they are not chinese! We shouldn't call them 'chinks'! I mean I dunno the real term, but, calling them chinks is, like, sodomy or blasphemy type shit! I mean, basically, its not a good idea....", Avik's patience was almost running out, Deep was being particularly thorny today.
Sensing this Deep tried to calm himself a bit, with some obvious discomfort.
He tried telling his tale again.
"Okay, okay! beginning from the beginning of today Man! See, I had this real pissy dream, you know like dragons chasing me into a pond and all? and I woke up to realize I really needed to pee."
The dream came back to Avik, but he did not want to acknowledge the weakness in his heart, turning to Deep he said, "Yeah! that makes sense... so what you were telling me is that you wet your sheets in a dream... yeah! like, that is typical 'Crew' dude! hehehe!", slapping Crew's back in jest.
"No Laugh Man! So what I really do is go to my bathroom, and you know? MAN! There is a chink sitting on my pot! And I don't get it the first time? so I go 'you're on my pot man!' and he's like 'yeah!', and then he gets up and then I get it! He appeared on my pot out of nowhere! I was a little sleepy, so the phenomenon didn't register well... but, you know, kind of 'un-vanished' into thin air! It was way cool man! He's, you know, from the past or something! and still cracks the coolest jokes! We had a fun time in the morning, and then I had to rush for college!"
"Dude! He's not from the past! He's probably, like a burglar or something, who almost got caught, and found out, he's too smart for you...", Avik was alarmed at Crew's casual attitude.
"No! No! Man! trust me, you're getting it all wrong!", Crew pleaded.
"Yeah? and like Mister Crewcut Soapsud got it right?"
"Okay okay Man! Piss me, if nothing's up, but, you know, you must meet him first!"
This for a strange reason appealed to Avik too. Atleast it would distract him from thinking about his dreams. "Okay! good, let's meet him, this guy in your loo, like, what did you say his name was?"
"Its 'Shoelace', Jhonny 'Shoelace' Dow" Crew smiled.
Sunday, June 1, 2008
TWO: Sweet Dreams
“As he looked around him, there were countless bodies lying as far as he could see. His face was covered in dried blood, his robes were tattered and bloodied, he was wounded and tired. ssswissshhh….ssswissshhh…..swwwissshhhhh. He raised his head to see a large bird flying in the sky. The sky was filled with cries of the vultures..carrion eaters.. but this bird was different , it looked bigger than the others and was stark red. He realized that the bird was flying towards him, growing bigger all the time as it approached him. As the bird came near, he raised his right hand and a bolt of energy ensued from his forefinger and struck the bird in its chest with a resounding noise.”
Rnnnnnnng…. Tttrrrnnnng….. tttrrrrrrnng.. avik woke up to the sound of his alarm. He was drenched in sweat and surprisingly very tired, as if he had run a mile. It was those dreams again he thought, you would think that at 18 you would stop having these dreams with all the fantasy and magic. You were supposedly an adult at this age; surprisingly the frequency of these dreams had increased since he had turned 18. He generally got up feeling tired every morning after he had these dreams and they all seemed so real.
At 5”8 avik was one of the people who just didn’t put on weight, he had a good physique but he didn’t exercise at all. He was the envy of most of his colleagues who went through grueling gym sessions just to keep fit. He had turned 18 a few months back and was an avid science freak. Avik was a first year science student studying at St Xaviers, a college which was not far from his home.
It was 8.30 am and as usual he had very little time to get to his college. Knowing that his parents had probably left by now, he made his way lazily across the room to the wash basin and began washing his face. He quickly brushed and bathed, got dressed and slammed the door as he left his house. This was a usual routine for avik, but today was a bit different; in his hurry he didn’t notice the juice which was left by his mother on the dining table neither did he notice the thin crack on the wall opposite to his bed or the blackened nail on his right forefinger.
Rnnnnnnng…. Tttrrrnnnng….. tttrrrrrrnng.. avik woke up to the sound of his alarm. He was drenched in sweat and surprisingly very tired, as if he had run a mile. It was those dreams again he thought, you would think that at 18 you would stop having these dreams with all the fantasy and magic. You were supposedly an adult at this age; surprisingly the frequency of these dreams had increased since he had turned 18. He generally got up feeling tired every morning after he had these dreams and they all seemed so real.
At 5”8 avik was one of the people who just didn’t put on weight, he had a good physique but he didn’t exercise at all. He was the envy of most of his colleagues who went through grueling gym sessions just to keep fit. He had turned 18 a few months back and was an avid science freak. Avik was a first year science student studying at St Xaviers, a college which was not far from his home.
It was 8.30 am and as usual he had very little time to get to his college. Knowing that his parents had probably left by now, he made his way lazily across the room to the wash basin and began washing his face. He quickly brushed and bathed, got dressed and slammed the door as he left his house. This was a usual routine for avik, but today was a bit different; in his hurry he didn’t notice the juice which was left by his mother on the dining table neither did he notice the thin crack on the wall opposite to his bed or the blackened nail on his right forefinger.
Friday, May 16, 2008
ONE: One for the money, Two for the show
Well, its one for the money,
Two for the show,
Three to get ready,
Now go, cat, go go go...
but...
The room was dark.
Nowhere to go, the moonlight peeping in from the broken window.
Jhonny "Shoelace" Dow rubbed the bump on his forehead, wincing at the dull throb of pain.
He stood over a dead body, splayed on the marble floor.
The full moon was reflected in the pool of blood, slowly spreading around Jhonny's feet.
Elvis was grinding on the turntable somewhere in the next room or next door or what ever "next" there was from here. Strange song for the occaision, Shoelace always found that song strange, and now it was almost eerie.
Jhonny could not see the face of the dead,
could not remember why he was here,
or where he was just before he came here...
He remembered wearing his fine dark suit in the morning, remembered fixing his date with the sexy Niki, his babe of the month, for later tonight, but tonight was now, and he was here. Nowhere.
What Jhonny could see was the squat, old fashioned table on his side, and the two open boxes on it - the sleek black leather box and the not-so-sleek cardboard box. There was a note in the sleek box.
In the dark room, he saw no exit, only could see his face reflected in that huge mirror right opposite him, he could just make out his face in the cold, feeble moonlight. He felt as if there was something wrong with his face:
probably the bruises, probably something else, but first get out of here...aarrgh! all this wet blood on this cold cold night!!!
Jhonny picked up the note, it read:
Two for the show,
Three to get ready,
Now go, cat, go go go...
but...
The room was dark.
Nowhere to go, the moonlight peeping in from the broken window.
Jhonny "Shoelace" Dow rubbed the bump on his forehead, wincing at the dull throb of pain.
He stood over a dead body, splayed on the marble floor.
The full moon was reflected in the pool of blood, slowly spreading around Jhonny's feet.
Elvis was grinding on the turntable somewhere in the next room or next door or what ever "next" there was from here. Strange song for the occaision, Shoelace always found that song strange, and now it was almost eerie.
Jhonny could not see the face of the dead,
could not remember why he was here,
or where he was just before he came here...
He remembered wearing his fine dark suit in the morning, remembered fixing his date with the sexy Niki, his babe of the month, for later tonight, but tonight was now, and he was here. Nowhere.
What Jhonny could see was the squat, old fashioned table on his side, and the two open boxes on it - the sleek black leather box and the not-so-sleek cardboard box. There was a note in the sleek box.
In the dark room, he saw no exit, only could see his face reflected in that huge mirror right opposite him, he could just make out his face in the cold, feeble moonlight. He felt as if there was something wrong with his face:
probably the bruises, probably something else, but first get out of here...aarrgh! all this wet blood on this cold cold night!!!
Jhonny picked up the note, it read:
Wanted: A wizard to wield the wand.
Footstep!!! Too many to be friendly!
Jhonny looked around... He was... He didn't know where he was, or what options he had, all he knew was that there was the dead body, and his feet were wet...
He quickly picked up the other box, the lid said:
Clickity Clickity Clickity
left heel to go beyond
Clopity Clopity Clopity
snub right toe to turn around
He opened the box and inside were a pair of...
Blue Suede Shoes.
Too bad they'll be all messy with my bloody feet in them.
The footsteps were coming closer...
Shoelace looked at his wet feet, wet with blood of the dead, blood that was now cold, and did not waste any time. Shoes on feet, sleek leather box in his jacket pocket.
Wait! what is this wad of cash doing in my pocket??? too late, no time...
Crash! Someone shot at him from behind! Jhonny ducked, the mirror in front of him shattered...
Ah! so that was where the door was!
But the door was now blocked, blocked with a loaded gun.
Clickity Clickity Clickity
left heel to go beyond
left heel to go beyond
What the hell, what else was there to do?
Play Dead...
or Play Dorothy...
Clickity
Clickity
and as Shoelace's left heel reached the marble for the final clickity...
a sharp ounce of metal left the gun ..
BLAAMMM!!!
Thursday, May 8, 2008
To tell a truly tall tale...
A game of Exquisite Corpse or Consequences.
Quiet like AmillionPenguins
A little different though.
What me and Sumukh have decided to do is to write a story, the way Exquisite Corpse is played.
I write a piece, then he follows it up with his, then I follow it up with another and he with another and so on and so forth...
Watch out for the multitude of twists, many characters and a rock hard plot.
A few rules:
- No chapter starts with "well..." or "well friends...", Well, what I am trying to say is that even if it is a cliche, try not starting it as one...
- No character is inroduced with out action. Never say "There was a king..." say "The king was marching with the army for the great war.."
and by the way... unless I forget, it's a ScienceFictionFantasy, ... at least that is what I think it is...
Let's see how it all develops.
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