The Reclamation of Zarah Baloch (Novella Ch:8)

Ch1, Ch2, Ch3, Ch4, Ch5, Ch6, Ch7 

Chapter 8: Evanescence

The bitterness of the January winds had begun to showcase themselves during the onset of the semester finals. Students of all academic caliber tested their mettle against the unrelenting barrage of swift examinations that their faculty flung at them mercilessly. One after another a student would exit the hall early and shove their palm into their eyes to console the tears that follow, knowing that the best they had to offer would not suffice amongst the heated competition. Continue reading “The Reclamation of Zarah Baloch (Novella Ch:8)”

The Reclamation of Zarah Baloch (Novella Ch:7)

Ch1, Ch2, Ch3, Ch4, Ch5, Ch6

 

Chapter 7: Modest

He awoke to the sight of a luminescent object at the foot of his bed, immobile and silent. It was ovular and from the curvature at the top he could make out the shape of a small head, long white hair simmering down and covering the figure from distinguishable view. He sat up and halted as his eyes adjusted to the faintness of the night, holding his breath and processing. Near the base of the white he could identify tiny digits, probably toes and gauged the tight position which the strange figure maintained. They both sat near the opposite ends of the bed frame under the glimmer of moonlight that shone down through the large window adjacent to them. He couldn’t look away from her since he knew there was nothing aside from her in the room. Continue reading “The Reclamation of Zarah Baloch (Novella Ch:7)”

The Reclamation of Zarah Baloch (Novella Ch:6)

Ch1, Ch2, Ch3, Ch4, Ch5

 

Chapter 6: Break

Their stares remained interlocked for a few heated moments, the atmosphere thickening in the backdrop as the damp wood finally grazed flame and puffed out thick clouds of soot.  Zaka tried to calculate the scenario in his head, while Zarah considered the possibility of his intentions. “He’s just making fun of me… Is he? Just like they did.”

What got into her all of a sudden? She wouldn’t bring her parents up if she was so defensive about them? Venting?

Zarah released her grip as Zaka timidly lowered his shoulders, both shifting blades of grass in their hands. The wind blew from behind them, clearing the air of the depositing carbon, likewise loosening the suffocation on the pair’s dialogue.

Mockery? Continue reading “The Reclamation of Zarah Baloch (Novella Ch:6)”

THE TRAILS RUN FRAIL (pt. 2)

 

(An experiment I’ve adopted, posting a quick-paced and hopefully engaging short story in 5 different posts, to keep them shorter, more honest and sweet to read. No one really wants to sit and read over 5000 words of stories while browsing. So hopefully this format can keep the readers more occupied and have them enjoy the story in comfortable fashion)

If you haven’t read Part 1 yet, then be sure to check it out and not kill your own fun

PART 2 OF 5

Mother

Ellie is frantically trying to shove the door shut against the rush of wind but it keeps pushing back at her. All the planks she had collected were all scattered on the wet floor again. Just behind her stood this huge man poking at a smaller man with the end of his rifle. The small man looks like he’s about to faint. The larger man seems to enjoy this and keeps making grunting noises as he pokes the other man. Papa screams at both of them.
”Cut this crap and close the damn door!”
The big man looks up at him, grinning. Continue reading “THE TRAILS RUN FRAIL (pt. 2)”

THE TRAILS RUN FRAIL

(An experiment I’ve adopted, posting a quick-paced and hopefully engaging short story in 5 different posts, to keep them shorter, more honest and sweet to read. No one really wants to sit and read over 5000 words of stories while browsing. So hopefully this format can keep the readers more occupied and have them enjoy the story in comfortable fashion)

PART 1 OF 5

Runner

Running, fast and far. I don’t have a destination in mind yet. Just run, its after me. Lightning. I see some distance ahead as the light breaks through the thick storm, but not enough. More trees, more mud, lightning. I look back but I don’t see it behind me, its there I know its there. No stopping, just run, fueled by adrenaline to overcome how tired I am. Thunder. No, gun shot? The ground shook under the weight of the sound, the entire forest seemed to have been rattled. I couldn’t fall, I wouldn’t, I have to keep running, around trees and over shrubs, tugging myself across the soaked mud. Again, thunder, closer this time, I felt it to my chest. Thunder? Something whistled past my arm, I felt it through the air. Insect? No, bullet. It nearly grazed my body. A few inches to the left and I would have been injured. A few feet to the left and I could have died.

BANG!!

No denying it now, gunshot! Bark of the tree in front of me broke off into splinters.

BANG! BANG! BANG! Continue reading “THE TRAILS RUN FRAIL”

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