This is my first attempt at writing a short story.Don't ask me why I am writing it because i don't seem to have the answer myself.Anyway here it goes....Hope you like it
Henry felt sticky all over. Where in the heck am I? He asked himself. He managed to stand up and walk over to the sink. He was in a bathroom. He started to wash his hands when he looked into the mirror.
Oh my God! He screamed. Henry had blood all over his body! He turned on the shower, tested the water with his hand, then deciding it was hot enough, he took his clothes off, and started to climb into the shower. He grabbed hold of the shower curtain, and let out a scream!
There, lying in the shower was his Landlady, Mrs. Burrton! Henry panicked! He didn’t know what he should do! As he realized where he was, in Mrs. Burrton’s apartment, it all came back to him.
Yesterday was like any other. He had left for work, he remembered stopping at the local hotel to get his supper.
When he got to Mrs. Burrton’s apartment, to pay his rent, she asked him in so she could write him a receipt.
Henry remembered now! He had started imagining ways to kill her, and even craved the desire of murder that was stirring in his soul. He got up, and picked up the knife that was on the counter, and just started stabbing her! Then, as quickly as he killed her, exhaustion overcame him. He guessed now that was how he had been asleep in her bathroom.
Henry could not believe it! He ran downstairs to his apartment, and got in his shower. While he was scrubbing the blood off of himself, he started thinking of ways to get rid of the body.
There was a knock at his door. He panicked! When he opened it, two police officers were standing there. Oh God, they know! Was all that was running threw his mind.
“Uh, Officers, can I help you?” Henry asked nervously.
“Yes, did you hear any strange noises last night?”
“Uh, no, I don’t recall, but then again, I sleep really sound. Why?” Henry asked.
“Well, it seems that Mrs. Burton was brutally murdered in her home, and we know who did it, and we were hoping you had seen or heard something.” The Officer replied.
“I’m sorry I can’t help, but I didn’t hear anything. Now, did I hear you right, Officer? You said you know who did this?”
“Yea, his name’s Jack. We’ve been trying to catch him for years.” The Officer explained. “He’s a nut on the loose. He escaped about four years ago, from the State Mental Asylum and seems to always be one-step ahead of us. If you see any men hanging around that shouldn’t be here, you call us, you hear?”
“Sure thing, Officer, thank you.”
As Henry closed the door, he could not help but smile. Jack, huh? He said to himself. He went to the bathroom, to clean up, and stopped to look in the mirror. “Yes, Henry, meet Jack. “.
Wednesday, March 5, 2008
Tuesday, January 8, 2008
Cant possibly think of a title for this
There comes a time in every writer's life(writer here refers to me) when the words just don't flow like they used to, choosing instead, to indulge in constipation of the mind. At times like these, the writer must retire and travel to The Himalayas to attain spiritual sanctity & freedom from worldly desires
Unfortunately for you, this is not one of those times. So you'll just have to sit your ass down and read the following (mostly) true story.
The story takes place in a land far far away, where baby boys with names like Edson Arantes Do Nascimento Pele grow up to challenge Sri Lankan cricketers in an 'Oh Baby Say My Name!' contest (Warnakulasuriya Patabendige Ushantha Joseph Chaminda Vaas tilts the balance in favour of the Lankans). The place I'm talking about of course, is Brazil, also known as the land of topless women, although for the sake of finishing this article on time, we shall not think about that now. And by 'we', I mean 'I'.
So, back to our Brazilian story. A man here has done what most guys around the world can only dream of achieving. For legal reasons, the man cannot be named, so let's call him Mr.X
(Digression:
X has got to be the coolest letter you can put in a name. In fact, I think 'Xerxes' is one of the most kickass names around. Just look at it! It should be the name of one of the X-Men. He'd be a lean, mean killing machine who'd kick Wolverine's ass without batting an eyelid.
Although in reality, most boys named Xerxes are rosy-cheeked, soft-spoken Bawas who're capable of killing only one thing - the Hindi language.
Digression ends.)
Mr.X was a beer taster at a brewery called Ambev. His job involved drinking an average of 1.5 litres of beer everyday. He used his refined senses to come up with important feedback for the brewers, such as 'Burrrp!' and 'Mmm..beeeer.' He also received a bottle of beer at the end of each shift (their version of homework, I'm guessing).
Now comes the twist in the tale. After ten years of faithful beer drinking, Mr.X did what some term as 'unimaginable'. He filed a lawsuit against the company, claiming that the job had turned him into an alcoholic. Mr.X said that the company had taken no measures to ensure that he wouldn't turn into an alcoholic. The news reports say:
"...the employee's alcohol dependency had worsened in recent years and that even on vacation, the employee felt like drinking the same amount of beer he drank at work."
- Source: Associated Press
Mr. X gives a whole new meaning to the term 'workoholic', doesn't he?
The company defended itself by claiming that Mr.X was an alcoholic even before they took him on. Solid strategy, I say. Apparently not, for the judge ordered Ambev to pay Mr.X a compensation of 100,000 reals (US $49,400). Let me sum it up for those of you with short attention spans.
Man gets paid to drink beer. Man quits. Man says beer made him alcoholic. Man gets paid some more.
Now I know what you're thinking. " Why am I struggling here with all these stupid books, professors and exams, when I could just go to Brazil and become a beer taster? My parents can even tell the neighbours 'Mera beta foreign gaya hai, kuch chemical research ke liye'".
I don't blame you of course. But think of it this way - India is shining right now. There are jobs opening up in every sector, and companies are loosening up their purse strings. Money is pouring in, and employees are empowered like never before. So instead of using deceit and taking advantage of a flawed judiciary in Brazil, why not do the same in India?.In case you haven't still figured out what i really mean, i meant make the most what your country has to offer!
Unfortunately for you, this is not one of those times. So you'll just have to sit your ass down and read the following (mostly) true story.
The story takes place in a land far far away, where baby boys with names like Edson Arantes Do Nascimento Pele grow up to challenge Sri Lankan cricketers in an 'Oh Baby Say My Name!' contest (Warnakulasuriya Patabendige Ushantha Joseph Chaminda Vaas tilts the balance in favour of the Lankans). The place I'm talking about of course, is Brazil, also known as the land of topless women, although for the sake of finishing this article on time, we shall not think about that now. And by 'we', I mean 'I'.
So, back to our Brazilian story. A man here has done what most guys around the world can only dream of achieving. For legal reasons, the man cannot be named, so let's call him Mr.X
(Digression:
X has got to be the coolest letter you can put in a name. In fact, I think 'Xerxes' is one of the most kickass names around. Just look at it! It should be the name of one of the X-Men. He'd be a lean, mean killing machine who'd kick Wolverine's ass without batting an eyelid.
Although in reality, most boys named Xerxes are rosy-cheeked, soft-spoken Bawas who're capable of killing only one thing - the Hindi language.
Digression ends.)
Mr.X was a beer taster at a brewery called Ambev. His job involved drinking an average of 1.5 litres of beer everyday. He used his refined senses to come up with important feedback for the brewers, such as 'Burrrp!' and 'Mmm..beeeer.' He also received a bottle of beer at the end of each shift (their version of homework, I'm guessing).
Now comes the twist in the tale. After ten years of faithful beer drinking, Mr.X did what some term as 'unimaginable'. He filed a lawsuit against the company, claiming that the job had turned him into an alcoholic. Mr.X said that the company had taken no measures to ensure that he wouldn't turn into an alcoholic. The news reports say:
"...the employee's alcohol dependency had worsened in recent years and that even on vacation, the employee felt like drinking the same amount of beer he drank at work."
- Source: Associated Press
Mr. X gives a whole new meaning to the term 'workoholic', doesn't he?
The company defended itself by claiming that Mr.X was an alcoholic even before they took him on. Solid strategy, I say. Apparently not, for the judge ordered Ambev to pay Mr.X a compensation of 100,000 reals (US $49,400). Let me sum it up for those of you with short attention spans.
Man gets paid to drink beer. Man quits. Man says beer made him alcoholic. Man gets paid some more.
Now I know what you're thinking. " Why am I struggling here with all these stupid books, professors and exams, when I could just go to Brazil and become a beer taster? My parents can even tell the neighbours 'Mera beta foreign gaya hai, kuch chemical research ke liye'".
I don't blame you of course. But think of it this way - India is shining right now. There are jobs opening up in every sector, and companies are loosening up their purse strings. Money is pouring in, and employees are empowered like never before. So instead of using deceit and taking advantage of a flawed judiciary in Brazil, why not do the same in India?.In case you haven't still figured out what i really mean, i meant make the most what your country has to offer!
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