Nik was chilling out with his friends from his university. They had just finished taking an exhausting class and were treating each other at a local cafe.
Suddenly Char Busla, the son of an influential business( in his words mind you ) got a call , so he got up to attend to it. He went a few yards away but Nik and Avan ( his other friend, a bloke actually ) could hear Chars soft cursing as he returned.
"What's the matter mate ?" Asked Avan as Nik wasn't one to bother. "Girl troubles bro.. she's asking me to spend more time with her"
"Ooooh.." exclaimed Avan.
" Why bother with such nonsense" added Nik.
"Cut it out guys, Avan' s an insensitive bloke so he's never gonna have a girl in his life and you Nik are such a sourpuss ...you sure you don't wanna try this love thing? "
" Ohh stop it Char, did I ever tell you that I hadn't experienced it in the past " chided Nik.
" what?? Damn it Nik I thought we were cut from the same cloth.. how could you betray me so? " cried Avan.
"Ah! Stop it you morons it was just a matter of a month.. I was attracted to her and I knew she was too, finally one fine afternoon she confessed and we spoke a few sweet words over the next few days.. one day I called her to the library where we shared our first kiss"
"What happened after that dude " asked Char.
"You ditched her right" added Avan which earned him a fierce glare from Char
"Hahahaah.. did you morons actually think that was true.. I should've looked at your damn faces"
Slowly Nik took out a book from his bag. On the book were the words "THEORIES ON THE NATURE OF THE UNIVERSE"
" open the chapter number 26 titled THE MANY WORLDS THEORY by Hugh Everett .. interestingly according to that theory the universe can have an unlimited number of alternate realities.. so you see if a number of people including me made a few different choices I would end up with a girlfriend .. so what I 've told you guys isn't entirely false ".
" Nik you devil .. I knew we were cut from the same cloth" whined Avan in joy.
"Damn it.. I should've known it. An incorrigible beast like you would never have experienced love.. but still, I advise you to experience it ".
" Oh stop it Char I already told you my clone in the other dimension already has one... And I don't need a crutch thank you.."
"You guys are demons I tell you .. fine just leave it at that" cursed Char.
Today a suicide victim breathed her last in our care.. I still don't understand why they would arrive at such a conclusion. Why do you think it's so hopeless...she wasn't even much older than me. Don't you think as long There is life there is hope.
Please don't lose all hope in a moment of sadness. You may be alone but you won't be alone all your life right. Find people talk to them fight for your cause.
Nik, the protagonist of our little tale to be was taking a session for a group of gradeschool kids ( social responsibilities and all) not that he felt like he should do it but it was more of a suggestion from the university where he slaved ( more like the dictator's order ).
There was a middle aged woman probably in her thirties who frankly speaking looked quite pretty for her age. Anyways, she was their homeroom teacher and had just handed over the class to Nik and had asked him to provide an overview of what life in the present times meant..
Now I know this is a rather heavy topic for a grade schooler.. but it's already the 22nd century... What do you expect.
He asked the children what they thought life was.. A cute girl with brown beady eyes and jetblack pigtails answered smiling..
"Miss Rachel said life's a mix of all colors "
Nik asked, "Anyone with a different view ? "
Everyone shook their heads.. It looked like they had a lot of faith in their teacher.
"Okay.. Now take out your crayons, colour pencils or anything of that kind and mix em on a paper"
The children hurried.. muttering and chatting while completing their task
"What did you get ?" Nik asked
They held out their sheets for him to look at. On the sheets were what you would undeniably call ugly splotches of grey and black with a few dots of bright colours visible here and there..
"That there kids.. is my.. your.. your teacher Rachel's and pretty much everyone's life "
The next day.. At his university Nik submitted a report saying he had taught the children an important lesson...
A huge empire... far beneath the waves ... somewhere in the midst of mountains, canyons, plains and valleys
A powerful tribe of aquatic creatures... their heads and upper bodies resembling those of humans, their tails and lower bodies similar to the tail of a fish HER team won the annual sports contest The emperor asked her what she wanted She wished to visit the surface of the ocean Only the males in the tribe did that once in a while and that too, as part of their security duty However, the emperor would never dishonour his commitment He kept his word and her team was permitted to go They left in a capsule similar to a small submarine, carrying provisions It had always been their dream to visit the ocean surface and now it was coming true They reached a shallow spot and the capsule was securely anchored The females - mermaids - as we call them - were allowed to go out and enjoy the waves The males would stay back The mermaids began to play with the waves It was fun... And then.... a high and mighty wave swept HER away ... She was stranded on the shore... all alone... She looked around and didn't find any of her friends... But she found a strange creature whose upper body was similar to that of the males of her own tribe though he had no tail... He saw her and came closer... Communicating with him wasn't easy but they used signs... His house was nearby Thankfully she could breathe on the surface, but walking was clearly beyond her purview He carried her to his house... She got accustomed to the conditions Everyday he would carry her to the shore They would take his small boat and look for her capsule Slowly, he taught her his language and she taught him her language... He was a loner and once a week he would visit the nearby town to buy whatever he needed, and he rarely had any visitors... And a few weeks later, she located her capsule... The guards - the males of her tribe saw her invariably at the same time... They carried her back to the capsule and... he was their guest of honour... They were warm, hospitable hosts He enjoyed the meal, it was sumptuous There were numerous dishes whose contents were all supplied by the ocean Then they showed him around... The strange engine room, the provisions store and finally ...their treasure Ohh.. Goodness...!!! gold and silver, Opal, sapphire, emerald, aquamarines, ruby, amazonstone, amethyst, pearls, rose quarts... you name it and it was there... actually heaps of them... Their glint and glitter blinded his vision and his conscience... The commander of the capsule gave him a bagful of stones as a token of appreciation... That would have been enough to make him a multimillionaire But he had other ideas... He told them that he wanted to give them a treat and they gladly accepted He visited the nearby town that evening and bought what he needed Next day, he prepared lavish meals in his own house and carried the containers to the capsule... along with his own separate tiffin The food was delicious, the magnanimous creatures loved it and praised it ... and then... all of them fell unconscious ...even the mermaid... He rose and checked everybody... he had to be sure that the drug had done its job... It was a powerful anaesthetic, the quantity added was large, and there was no way any of them could have survived... He went over to the treasure room, took out half a dozen gunny bags from his haversack and began to fill them with gems, crystals, gold and silver He filled the bags and closed their mouths They were heavy and with great difficulty he managed to carry them to the main hatch ... He tried to open the hatch but his attempts failed He kicked, knocked and banged hard... A veteran sailor, he knew a lot about hatches and doors He tried every possible trick... but the hatch remained closed... He began to suffocate... And then he heard a voice... It was my fault...I'm the culprit... I never thought a visit to the surface would have such disastrous consequences...
The mermaid had regained consciousness, but she barely spoke a few words and stopped breathing... No one was going to rescue him from the capsule... He had killed over a dozen innocent souls... And now it was his turn to die He would die... with those bags full of precious stones, gold and silver in his lap...
I wish to write something beautiful but it feels as if i've run out of all hues of hope. So tell me, what should i do? Words don't rhyme with my pain to create poetries about sanguinity anymore, and as I trace the soft metaphors my fingers shake and a feeling of helplessness takes over, that i wont ever be able to let my feelings out, that they will choke me inside while everyone sees the beguiling smile. -incomplete
He was Reynard with blood dripping from his jaws. She was a wicked vixen birthed out of nightmares and heartbreaks, and I was a fool to assume she was someone who smoked the same cigarettes as him. I saw their dark eyes, cold-blooded mannerisms, a venomous upbringing by demons and witches that possessed them still. They were hollow shells of skin and bone and where there was supposed to be a heart was vengeance and callousness. Drenched in colognes of bitter betrayals, they would glide their claw-like, sharp fingers tracing the contours of their drunk faces with a thirst to draw blood. They were cold, and not the sort of cold that settles on you but the one with malice that pierces right in. A thousand treacheries birthed and desires bit themselves to sleep, when they exchanged words of love with their cursed lips. Death longed for escape, seeing the devilish smiles carved on them, because life had left them long ago.
It wasn't love in its fair name. Rivers of mockery flowed whenever I heard "I love you." from either of them, every word was a contradiction of itself. Never, never an honest prayer. The breaths that lingered on the couches of their disgust and scorn reeked of rotten wine. They'd slide their clothes back on themselves like broken armours and then smile, and laugh, and giggle and chuckle and leap back into their wars. He was religious and his scriptures taught him utterly to be a saint of his woes, to practice insolence for salvation. She never cared about his manipulation. In her side of the story, she'd always wake up and she'd let him win. I always saw them drunk, shrouded in smoke. But I was the one with the hangover of their banality, I'd never know who was an instrument of pleasure for whom. And the worst part of it is that you'd call me insane because, from the outside, they looked what you'd call an "ideal couple" but you'd have to have nerves of steel to bear the sight. On times when it came down to picking a side, I concluded falling from a cliff was more preferable.
And when they finally decided to fall out, it was unsaid. No texts. No calls. Nothing. It ended as if it never happened. The son of satan thought his sadistic vows were fulfilled yet again as for him she ceased to exist; he smoked like he'd become the sheep again and embarked on another hunt. Devil's daughter considered his primal manipulation as business to which she raised an empire; she clenched onto the darkness and shadows from her dark, drunk nights and walked away unheeded. With callousness, insanity and deception and whatnot weapons still stuck in their flesh, they forgot each other, is that what moving on means?
He was fire, she was ice. And I stood in between. I have burns, I have frostbites.
And now I sleep trapped, as the mist and ashes of their collision flutter in my gaze, wondering if their next victims would assume their attention to be love.