Short Story Competition

[Rutzaba]

i will post my today

 

[Muhammad TAimoor]

Actually I write short stories. I have a few now, if you want me to share. Their genre mini-saga, which means a twist at the end of the story. And they are usually of 60 words.

 

[Rutzaba]

Actually I write short stories. I have a few now, if you want me to share. Their genre mini-saga, which means a twist at the end of the story. And they are usually of 60 words.

if you can write on this line do it and post it here.
same here but my stories r a bit bigger than 60 wrds. where do u publish them wattpad?

 

[Muhammad TAimoor]

What's the line?

I haven't published them as yet, just completing a good collection.

 

[Rutzaba]

nice do tell me wen u do

 

[Muhammad TAimoor]

What is the line on which the story is to be written?

 

[Rutzaba]

What is the line on which the story is to be written?

It was the third murder in as many days

 

[Rutzaba]

Heres mne...


It was the third murder in as many days and she knew it was now her turn. She muted the volume of the TV which now stated that the target killing of the “wicked gang” members seemed to be related to the famous Serial killer “The Brute!” while the possibility of the murders being committed by the missing brother of one Hannah Preston could not be ruled out, who lost her life as a result of a prank played.

What ever the suppositions the media was coming up with, Linda knew better what the reality was.
Linda wiped her forehead and switched the TV off. Three of her best friends were dead. And Linda would even have mourned upon it had she any emotion to spare, but at the moment Linda was finding it hard to concentrate on anything other than her own inevitable death.
Due to the insistence of her parents, Linda had left her home and was now living in an old family home in the outskirts of the city. Her parents wanted her to be safe and remain inside the new house at all times. Although Linda’s safety was important, her parents decided that they could not abandon their jobs and the old house just because of a threat which may well be avoided.

So Linda’s old nanny Mrs. Bane was summoned and commanded to share the house with her and a few dozen security guards. Linda was so unsure of herself that she did not even trusted Mrs. Bane. She kept to herself most of the time and felt safer in smaller spaces which made her feel less exposed, often locking herself in the washroom. She never slept with her door unlocked.
As the days passed by and the heat of murders wore off Linda’s parents relaxed a bit and went to see her more often. They seemed to be disturbed by the way she behaved. This whole business had caused deep rooted effects on Linda’s mind, and at times Linda positively seemed insane to her parents.
Indignant and outraged, the parents decided that their daughter spending the rest of her life looking behind her shoulder was completely unacceptable to them. They went in search of the best psychiatrists but they soon realized how much impact there had been of the killings on common people… no body wanted themselves to be associated with the wicked gang in any way.
At long last they found someone… although he was by no means what they would have called appropriate in normal circumstances… but they were glad to find someone at least. The psychiatrist told them that their daughter was suffering from a condition in which due to past events or accidents, sad or frightening images and thoughts would stick to her mind and never let a person live in peace.

The father couldn’t bear it any more and begged the psychiatrist to give them some solution. They said they were ready to do anything; all they wanted was “their daughter to never feel fearful again”. The psychiatrist looked at the worried couple and smiled, though they could not fathom what was funny about the situation.

The psychiatrist told them that there was only one way in which this was possible… and it was to kill the fear inside the girl. A person gets scared of new things and when he gets used to of it… he stops getting scared. In simple words… you need to expose her to something she is most scared of… and don’t show mercy… because showing mercy would lead you to make her situation worse.

 

[Rutzaba]

there will be more tomorrow night!

 

[silver slick]

Heres mne...


It was the third murder in as many days and she knew it was now her turn. She muted the volume of the TV which now stated that the target killing of the “wicked gang” members seemed to be related to the famous Serial killer “The Brute!” while the possibility of the murders being committed by the missing brother of one Hannah Preston could not be ruled out, who lost her life as a result of a prank played.

What ever the suppositions the media was coming up with, Linda knew better what the reality was.
Linda wiped her forehead and switched the TV off. Three of her best friends were dead. And Linda would even have mourned upon it had she any emotion to spare, but at the moment Linda was finding it hard to concentrate on anything other than her own inevitable death.
Due to the insistence of her parents, Linda had left her home and was now living in an old family home in the outskirts of the city. Her parents wanted her to be safe and remain inside the new house at all times. Although Linda’s safety was important, her parents decided that they could not abandon their jobs and the old house just because of a threat which may well be avoided.

So Linda’s old nanny Mrs. Bane was summoned and commanded to share the house with her and a few dozen security guards. Linda was so unsure of herself that she did not even trusted Mrs. Bane. She kept to herself most of the time and felt safer in smaller spaces which made her feel less exposed, often locking herself in the washroom. She never slept with her door unlocked.
As the days passed by and the heat of murders wore off Linda’s parents relaxed a bit and went to see her more often. They seemed to be disturbed by the way she behaved. This whole business had caused deep rooted effects on Linda’s mind, and at times Linda positively seemed insane to her parents.
Indignant and outraged, the parents decided that their daughter spending the rest of her life looking behind her shoulder was completely unacceptable to them. They went in search of the best psychiatrists but they soon realized how much impact there had been of the killings on common people… no body wanted themselves to be associated with the wicked gang in any way.
At long last they found someone… although he was by no means what they would have called appropriate in normal circumstances… but they were glad to find someone at least. The psychiatrist told them that their daughter was suffering from a condition in which due to past events or accidents, sad or frightening images and thoughts would stick to her mind and never let a person live in peace.

The father couldn’t bear it any more and begged the psychiatrist to give them some solution. They said they were ready to do anything; all they wanted was “their daughter to never feel fearful again”. The psychiatrist looked at the worried couple and smiled, though they could not fathom what was funny about the situation.

The psychiatrist told them that there was only one way in which this was possible… and it was to kill the fear inside the girl. A person gets scared of new things and when he gets used to of it… he stops getting scared. In simple words… you need to expose her to something she is most scared of… and don’t show mercy… because showing mercy would lead you to make her situation worse.

Wow that is one BIG story!

 

[Muhammad TAimoor]

Here's mine little one!

It was the third murder in as many days. He knew he was going far too ahead of the scheme, but it was okay, atleast he was having fun. All the blood spilled like an oil puddle, all the voices silenced in just one blow, it was everything to him. He planned for another, this time it wasn't one or two, it was about to be a killing spree. No mercy, no survivors, just one complete victim. He waited with the weapon, sat motionless beside the table, and waited for the chance. It came. Splash! The fly died in an instant.!

Just wrote it now, hope you like it!

 

[Rutzaba]

Here's mine little one!

It was the third murder in as many days. He knew he was going far too ahead of the scheme, but it was okay, atleast he was having fun. All the blood spilled like an oil puddle, all the voices silenced in just one blow, it was everything to him. He planned for another, this time it wasn't one or two, it was about to be a killing spree. No mercy, no survivors, just one complete victim. He waited with the weapon, sat motionless beside the table, and waited for the chance. It came. Splash! The fly died in an instant.!

Just wrote it now, hope you like it!

AWESOME !!! IM A FAN

 

[Rutzaba]

I have no idea whom to tag here wdout dstrbng em. Could u hlp me iNnOcEnT kilLeR ?

 

[Master_Shifu]

I have no idea whom to tag here wdout dstrbng em. Could u hlp me iNnOcEnT kilLeR ?

umm sorry baji I've no idea about who likes to write :O

 

[Rutzaba]

umm sorry baji I've no idea about who likes to write :O

lol dun wry hunz

 

[Muhammad TAimoor]

AWESOME !!! IM A FAN

When's the other part of your story coming? Its interesting!

 

[Rutzaba]

When's the other part of your story coming? Its interesting!

i dunno may be tonight. have you read its frst part? this is the second ive typed here

 

[Muhammad TAimoor]

No haven't read the first one.

 

[FrostFlash]

sorry for delaying but ill try to post mine by tomorrow Insha Allah

 

[Rutzaba]

sorry for delaying but ill try to post mine by tomorrow Insha Allah

dun wrry bout it