Posts tagged ‘fiction’

December 6, 2013

The Freak Inside

by Khanum

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The thought of finding human blood spattered on the book gave me chills. May be I was exaggerating. It couldn’t be—

But I was also sure about one thing; I hadn’t put the smell out of my mind. The smell that always seemed saltiest and flat to me. For It was all that I had smelled for an entire week—everyday—every night—on every part of my body. How could I have forgotten it then?  — Anomalous 

We all have creative freak inside us. Writer in many cases. He keeps on talking and talking inside your head and I guess that’s why they say, Or maybe I’m saying it that Every man is an author. Whether you publish it inside your head or go world wide with  your words, its in you. Having a twitter account just proves it.

I kinda had a very crazy freak inside me too and it still lives on  but in a different way. I was once obsessed with becoming a novelist. I have several unfinished and half finished manuscripts buried in my old laptop. God! I was crazy at making up stories. Writing in Urdu was fun too. But I wrote more in English. And guess what! I suddenly remembered tonight that I had once put a chapter of my story on net on a very forgotten website. Its name was Anomalous. I didnt even bother with it later on. It was about 7-8 years ago I guess. God!  So many years have passed  since my stories.  Anyway I decided to share it here today. You are allowed to laugh or like it but for me, anything   I wrote is never worthless. Its what made me who I am today. A cool blogger and a decent writer. Though I gave up writing fiction long ago but I enjoyed that freak inside me. Have you got any freak inside too?

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May 31, 2012

Come, Rain.. !

by Khanum

Anas, a fellow blogger wrote this beautiful piece Of reflections, shards and broken hearts ! I had this piece written months ago, I am publishing it to compliment his write up.

Half way to the home , the pregnant clouds finally gave a loud cackle and water began to pour down drop by drop. It’s nighttime around 11:30. The long empty roads leading his way home now looked maddeningly exotic. He  speeded up the car and had himself  inside the safe shelter within few minutes as if someone awaited him at home.

But no one.

An hour or so, He went to bed after watching the show of a few crystal drops dancing on the lawn..

Body tired of all day’s fatigue yearned for comfort but something in his  heart started to lure him out in the dark pitch. He got out of bed and slipped out of the room.

Rain is a such a monster , a demon of memories and a haunting pleasure. It begins to inject you with random thoughts. There are thousands of things you feel like doing when it’s raining. Thousands of places you travel to in your mind, thousands of smiles you pass just thinking of something maybe a time gone by. And the madness keeps growing louder with each thundering sound the skies make, you want to stay there with the rain despite of the chill you are feeling on your cold n’ bare feet.

It often rains in his dreams. And It has been told rain is a blessing. When it pours down, we should pray as much as possible.

He raised his hands and whispered the supplication but the sounds of the rain are so alluring and beautiful on the ears that soon he began to loose focus  and  wished to do nothing more, but just sit there on the porch, watch the night go by , watch his toes turning purple, maybe imagine someone on the other side and just consume the beautiful sounds of the rain that spoke thousands beautiful things.

Maybe get wet, maybe open his mouth and sip in few drops. Maybe  make paper boats , maybe sleep right there for a change or maybe ……

just maybe

Tonight, he thinks of  Her  &  no one else..with purest of heart ever.