Once in the country of Afghanistan
There was a very filthy-rich man.
Rumors were that he could buy,
All the stars in the night sky!
But his wealth had one side-effect,
The poor and needy, he didn't respect !
So the people went a mile away,
In this strange damp slum called Danto Bay.
Now that the people had left the village,
His shop wasn't running well as he aged,
He saw that he was out of luck,
For all he had left was a fisherman's truck.
He planned to get the people back,
So in money he would never lack,
He started the rusty truck of his,
And set his target one mile east.
Soon the miser reached his spot,
It was an old port, uncomfortably hot
He saw one of his villagers, went near him and said,
"Hello you shall come back! Leave this dirty shed!
The villager saw him talking, turned back and replied,
"Who are you old man? The shopkeeper already died."
And then hopelessly the miser went back to his place.
And after that he never showed his face!
Thursday, February 12, 2015
Wednesday, February 11, 2015
The Small Old Gun
Once upon a brutal age,
One Sunday they saw the sage's horse,
They taught him to take the sage to 'Hair Boars',
The horse asked the group for a generous pay,
So they handed it a bale of hay.
The sage came to 'Hair Boars' to trim his hair.
A dusty old saloon where the justice-keepers were,
Behind the entry the group was centered,
To stab him with a knife when he entered!
The sage stepped inside the room,
With his gun holstered so it can't go Boom!
Suddenly they killed the sage, and his horse made a run.
And the sage was buried along with his gun!
In the country, lived a big fat sage,
The villagers always disgusted him,
Because he had this sluggish thing.
It looked like a long stale bun,
But actually it was a small old gun,
The sage overused the gun carelessly
For he killed his townsfolk mercilessly!
None of the people could escape,
From the hands of the big fat ruthless sage!
But secretly the survivors formed a group,
In order to kill this wild 'n' crazy dupe.
They called themselves the justice-keeper.
Their leader was the sage's mansion sweeper.
The sage went to the saloon repeatedly.
So they said "We'll kill him secretly!"
One Sunday they saw the sage's horse,
They taught him to take the sage to 'Hair Boars',
The horse asked the group for a generous pay,
So they handed it a bale of hay.
The sage came to 'Hair Boars' to trim his hair.
A dusty old saloon where the justice-keepers were,
Behind the entry the group was centered,
To stab him with a knife when he entered!
The sage stepped inside the room,
With his gun holstered so it can't go Boom!
Suddenly they killed the sage, and his horse made a run.
And the sage was buried along with his gun!
The Hellish Moon
Marco floundered with breath
But couldn't escape the threat
As he tugged his visor
He thought he should have been wiser.
It was surely a bone rattling event
Even though the visor was free of a vent
As Death knocked at his door
He prayed to him from his core.
That day will never come
When he can bring home his income
Because he was near his death
As he was out of breath
He dug his hands in his pockets
With his last sigh of regrets
Bringing out a family picture
He thought how his life span was miniature.
Nothing could save him in this endless desert
Where you would die to have a desert
With a cherry on top
With no suffering on top
But he realized it was all a dream
Of wanting a bread with cream
Oxygen became more scarce now
With no King to whom he would bow
To ask for mercy, as his life almost vanished.
He gasped at nothingness
His eyes wore wideness
Veins puffed up
As his death rose up
It all ended in a flash. As he dropped down DEAD.
Bringing out a family picture
He thought how his life span was miniature.
Nothing could save him in this endless desert
Where you would die to have a desert
With a cherry on top
With no suffering on top
But he realized it was all a dream
Of wanting a bread with cream
Oxygen became more scarce now
With no King to whom he would bow
To ask for mercy, as his life almost vanished.
He gasped at nothingness
His eyes wore wideness
Veins puffed up
As his death rose up
It all ended in a flash. As he dropped down DEAD.
The Two Weapons Of Life & Death
Fire keeps on burning
They are churning
Till the winds are changing
To blow away the life of the fire
And save the victim's fire
But fails as the fire takes away his life.
The fire warms my heart
As we get hit by the cold wind darts
When my heart shivers in vain strife
Yet the the fire persists to give up my life
When my heart freezes in despair
The fire gives me life.
Water sounds calm and still
But soon rages with fury to kill
When it's temper is convulsed
As the victims' life is cornered
Nothing could save the victim
As the water took out his soul.
Water quenches my thirst
When my life is cursed
By the dryness of the heat
Which except water no one can beat
When my heart shrivels with dryness
The water gives me life.
When I finally arrive at the conclusion
The water and fire without any fusion
Are weapons of both death and life.
Tuesday, February 10, 2015
The Ever Blue Sky....| Ever wondered why it's blue?
Well you might have been told that the sky is blue because it reflects the color of the sea and ocean.Well that's more or less a lie .Ever wondered why the sky is blue? Well, there is some pretty fun and simple science behind it! Continue reading to find out!
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What is light?
Light is a type of energy. It is a form of electromagnetic radiation of a wavelength which can be detected by the human eye.[1] It is a small part of the electromagnetic spectrum and radiation given off by stars like the sun. Animals can also see light. Light exists in tiny packets called photons. Electromagnetic waves can travel in a vacuum with or without contact with other particles. Light gets scattered whenever it hits a particle. Light travels at a speed of 299,792 km/sec (186,282 miles/sec). That's fast !
Colors of light
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| White Light is made up of three colors, Red Green and Blue |
When you look at a light source, you may see that the light it's giving out is white. But actually white light is made up of many colors. A specially shaped crystal called a prism can split a beam of white light into the colors it is made up of. . These gradually shade into yellow, green, blue, indigo and violet. The colors have different wavelengths, frequencies, and energies. Violet has the shortest wavelength in the visible spectrum. That means it has the highest frequency and energy. Red has the longest wavelength, and lowest frequency and energy. The energy of the radiation and what happens to the beam after it hits an object depends on its wavelength and frequency. Wavelength is the distance between the tops (crests) of the waves. Frequency is the number of waves that pass by each second. The longer the wavelength of the light, the lower the frequency, and the less energy it contains.
Why Is the Sky Blue?
Gas molecules are smaller than the wavelength of visible light. If light bumps into them, it acts differently. When light hits a gas molecule, some of it may get absorbed. After awhile, the molecule radiates (releases, or gives off) the light in a different direction. The color that is radiated is the same color that was absorbed. The different colors of light are affected differently. All of the colors can be absorbed. But the higher frequencies (blues) are absorbed more often than the lower frequencies (reds). This process is called Rayleigh scattering. (It is named after Lord John Rayleigh, an English physicist, who first described it in the 1870's.)
The fact that the sky appears to be blue is that the gas molecules in the air absorb only the light waves with the highest frequency which is blue and then they radiate the same color that was absorbed.
Why doesn't the Moon Have a Blue Sky?
The answer to the question is pretty obvious. As you already may know, the moon doesn't have an atmosphere or simply it doesn't have air particles. Which means that light can easily travel to the moon's surface and then reflect back without being bombarded by any other particles which may cause it to stretch.
What causes a Red sunset?
As less reaches you directly, the sun appears less bright. The
color of the sun itself appears to change, first to orange and then to red.
This is because even more of the short wavelength blues and greens are now
scattered. Only the longer wavelengths are left in the direct beam that reaches
your eyes.
The
sky around the setting sun may take on many colors. The most spectacular shows
occur when the air contains many small particles of dust or water. These
particles reflect light in all directions. Then, as some of the light heads
towards you, different amounts of the shorter wavelength colors are scattered
out. You see the longer wavelengths, and the sky appears red, pink or orange.
Source : Science made Simple, the Wikipedia, NASA's Space Place
Author : Ethan Debnath
Author : Ethan Debnath
Dream | Night-Time Movie? What is it?
Dreams are thoughts that occur involuntarily in a person's mind when the person is asleep.
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| What actually is a dream? Why do we have it? |
What is this Dream that we experience?
Dreams are a succession of thoughts that occur in a person's mind while the person is asleep.The
scientific study of dreams is called oneirology. The thoughts we experience come in many forms like images, sensations, emotions, ideas, etc. A person may feel that he/she is awake and in the dream environment while she is asleep but actually the person is just thinking. There are different stages of sleep and dreams occur mostly in the REM(rapid-eye-movement) phase of sleep when brain activity is high. A normal person experiences 3 to 7 dreams per night. The duration of a dream may vary from 2-3 seconds to 20-30 minutes. Sometimes the person truly realizes that he is having a dream but continues on having the dream this is called a lucid dream. In a lucid dream the person can control the actions of the dream.A dream may be scary, adventurous, exciting, etc. Dreams sometimes can make a creative thought of inspiration to the person.
scientific study of dreams is called oneirology. The thoughts we experience come in many forms like images, sensations, emotions, ideas, etc. A person may feel that he/she is awake and in the dream environment while she is asleep but actually the person is just thinking. There are different stages of sleep and dreams occur mostly in the REM(rapid-eye-movement) phase of sleep when brain activity is high. A normal person experiences 3 to 7 dreams per night. The duration of a dream may vary from 2-3 seconds to 20-30 minutes. Sometimes the person truly realizes that he is having a dream but continues on having the dream this is called a lucid dream. In a lucid dream the person can control the actions of the dream.A dream may be scary, adventurous, exciting, etc. Dreams sometimes can make a creative thought of inspiration to the person.
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| Dreams are movies you can watch without paying money! |
What is REM sleep?
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| Dreams create a magical environment in the room of unconsciousness. |
Some other effects of Dreaming.
Many researchers propose that dreams serve to alleviate emotional distress. So by this logic, dreams present distressing scenarios that symbolize similar life events and help dreamers heal from those events while they sleep.
Now a recent study by researchers from the University of Alberta compares the short-term effects of nightmares, which the authors define as primarily containing fear and harm; existential dreams, "in which sadness and separation are salient"; and transcendent dreams, which focus on "awe and magical accomplishment." The results of the study indicate that existential dreams are most strongly related to "self-perceptual depth," meaning that they address weighty topics such as spiritual conviction, life's meaning, and so forth.
Source: 'The Wikipedia' & 'Greater Good Science Center'.
Author: Ethan Debnath.
Source: 'The Wikipedia' & 'Greater Good Science Center'.
Author: Ethan Debnath.
Monday, February 9, 2015
In Lunar Hell - Chapter 2 - The EMU(Extravehicular Mobility Unit)
An alarm echoed through the mission center hall. The screen lighted with that usual alarm color, red.
'What's the status of Joe and Paul?'
'W-We have lost contact sir.'
'What!? What are the casualties?'
'Except the CCA (Communications Carrier Assembly), Joe isn't facing much serious or high prioritized issues.'
'What about Paul?'
'Sir, we didn't confirm his situation yet, but his CCA has been confirmed as damaged.'
The extreme white hall with plain parallel walls, not much fancied either, was full of sweat and the air of terror almost suffocated them.
'Contact the moonbase and send all possible unmanned probes and an oxygen generator system towards that ravine. Good thing we can still locate the fallen buggy. It doesn't seem to be suffering from any detrimental causalities.'
'Yes, sir we are connected to moonbase'
'Yes, this is moonbase.' Came from the other end.
One of the men looked behind the chief, signalling him what to tell.
'Brief them of the current situation.'
'Yes sir.'
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The spacesuit that Joe came across looked exactly the same as his EMU. But something was different about it. The aurora that gave out from the suit dreaded Joe as he kneeled down to look through the EVA(Extravehicular Visor Assembly) covered bubble to see it empty. Joe's countenance half surprised and half terrified, reluctantly opened the helmet and pushed his mild pressured gloved hand through the neck opening to find only air.
'This isn't Paul's suit. Of course it isn't. Paul wouldn't get enough time to get out of the suit and lock the helmet. First of all as soon as he gets out he should freeze to death and his body should be lying dead somewhere near the suit but it isn't. And the lack of oxygen should also be taken into account. Ebullism, hypocapnia, hypoxia should also be noted down. Even though 15 seconds is enough to live out of the suit, he couldn't have gone far, since it is tough to walk on a moon, jumping will his half time. ' Joe said to himself running through the possibilities, and randomly searching the ground near the suit for more clues.
Then Joe flipped the empty EMU over, ran his fingers along the PLSS (Primary Life Support Subsystem) to find it good as new. But no matter how he thought over it, he couldn't think of any possible reasons why an empty spacesuit was floored on the middle of nowhere, in the bitter cold ravine covered with death's cloak and aurora.
Finally something clicked Joe, 'Oh shit! The buggy! How could I've forget that?' Joe scolded himself, half glad and half unhappy. 'There are always two spare spacesuits in the buggy! It must have come loose from its place and fell down here....Hang on! That means that the buggy must have goon through this track.....If i keep on going straight i might come face to face with the buggy.' Joe said as he moved his helmet sideways if the buggy, by chance was near him....but no chance.
Time was getting drained by death from the endless space, he didn't have much time. About ten minutes has passed since he last checked his oxygen meter. He just got up by the knee and looked up at the starry sky, filled with billions of hopes.
I bet Collins(one of his mates in moonbase) and the rest will take an hour to charge up their buggy, then two hours to reach at this crash site and another hour or so to pick me and Paul up. Well, i guess that's enough. But it isn't enough for Paul. I don't know of his location or situation. What if his temperature regulator is busted?or what if his bladder layer is damaged somehow and he isn't getting proper pressure? Or what if he is running on his back up oxygen tank? Then he will have 80 minutes to go. Dammit! Stay Calm...stay calm...I need to think this out goddamit! Joe ordered himself, his cold sweat piercing his skin. He clicked the meter on his right arm, to see only 7 hours and 35minutes of oxygen left. It's no use thinking over it...I have to find Paul quick. He brought out a small glassed yellow bulb from his spacesuit zip pocket and place it beneath his feet, by balancing it on small piece of rock as he thought. He needed to do that as he might lose his path as he moves on to find Paul and the buggy.
If only I could use my light flare to inform Paul about my situation, but it would be useless if he is unconscious. And again I will need it when help arrives to indicate of my current location. But that's not all, there's a chance that Paul is near or on the buugy right now, so if i go straight I might meet up with him. It's all or nothing. Joe thought as he picked up the mysterious empty spacesuit, placing it on his armpits while moving on.
As he moved on he thought about his dream of going to unfold all the mysteries in this apparently infinite space. Even though that feeling warmed him up a bit, it wasn't powerful enough to kill the rising death from its grave.
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'Sir, the oxygen generator system and some probes have been dispatched from the moonbase.'
'What about Collins and the rest of the crew in the moonbase?' The Chief rested his elbow on the desk.
'We have just updated that Collins and Harvey are preparing the buggy, which will take another 30 minutes. Ulquira, Steven and Henry are preparing in moonbase, for treatments for any causalities of Paul and Joe.'
'Have you been able to be on Paul yet?'
'Sir, we are on it.'
The hall's huge polished wooden doors flew open as Edward(One of the supervising commanders) and his worker, Price, stepped in and walked down the white linoleum polished edged stairs towards the chief's desk in the mission control center hall.
'What's up Ed?' The Chief said as he stepped in.
'I have news for you, Tony (he was the chief).' Said Edward, Price standing right behind him.
'Split it. Distractions must be avoided. You are let in only since you are the one of the commanders and since this is an emergency case. We must prepare for the worst case scenario. So better spare us with time.'
'You might not want to say that after you hear me.'
The air of suspense bounced around the hall. Even time seemed to wait for Edward.
'We have just confirmed in the other branch, that Paul's visor has been slightly cracked and he's running on his backup oxygen tank. His main oxygen tank of the suit's PLSS has been damaged.'
'What's the status of Joe and Paul?'
'W-We have lost contact sir.'
'What!? What are the casualties?'
'Except the CCA (Communications Carrier Assembly), Joe isn't facing much serious or high prioritized issues.'
'What about Paul?'
'Sir, we didn't confirm his situation yet, but his CCA has been confirmed as damaged.'
The extreme white hall with plain parallel walls, not much fancied either, was full of sweat and the air of terror almost suffocated them.
'Contact the moonbase and send all possible unmanned probes and an oxygen generator system towards that ravine. Good thing we can still locate the fallen buggy. It doesn't seem to be suffering from any detrimental causalities.'
'Yes, sir we are connected to moonbase'
'Yes, this is moonbase.' Came from the other end.
One of the men looked behind the chief, signalling him what to tell.
'Brief them of the current situation.'
'Yes sir.'
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The spacesuit that Joe came across looked exactly the same as his EMU. But something was different about it. The aurora that gave out from the suit dreaded Joe as he kneeled down to look through the EVA(Extravehicular Visor Assembly) covered bubble to see it empty. Joe's countenance half surprised and half terrified, reluctantly opened the helmet and pushed his mild pressured gloved hand through the neck opening to find only air.
'This isn't Paul's suit. Of course it isn't. Paul wouldn't get enough time to get out of the suit and lock the helmet. First of all as soon as he gets out he should freeze to death and his body should be lying dead somewhere near the suit but it isn't. And the lack of oxygen should also be taken into account. Ebullism, hypocapnia, hypoxia should also be noted down. Even though 15 seconds is enough to live out of the suit, he couldn't have gone far, since it is tough to walk on a moon, jumping will his half time. ' Joe said to himself running through the possibilities, and randomly searching the ground near the suit for more clues.
Then Joe flipped the empty EMU over, ran his fingers along the PLSS (Primary Life Support Subsystem) to find it good as new. But no matter how he thought over it, he couldn't think of any possible reasons why an empty spacesuit was floored on the middle of nowhere, in the bitter cold ravine covered with death's cloak and aurora.
Finally something clicked Joe, 'Oh shit! The buggy! How could I've forget that?' Joe scolded himself, half glad and half unhappy. 'There are always two spare spacesuits in the buggy! It must have come loose from its place and fell down here....Hang on! That means that the buggy must have goon through this track.....If i keep on going straight i might come face to face with the buggy.' Joe said as he moved his helmet sideways if the buggy, by chance was near him....but no chance.
Time was getting drained by death from the endless space, he didn't have much time. About ten minutes has passed since he last checked his oxygen meter. He just got up by the knee and looked up at the starry sky, filled with billions of hopes.
I bet Collins(one of his mates in moonbase) and the rest will take an hour to charge up their buggy, then two hours to reach at this crash site and another hour or so to pick me and Paul up. Well, i guess that's enough. But it isn't enough for Paul. I don't know of his location or situation. What if his temperature regulator is busted?or what if his bladder layer is damaged somehow and he isn't getting proper pressure? Or what if he is running on his back up oxygen tank? Then he will have 80 minutes to go. Dammit! Stay Calm...stay calm...I need to think this out goddamit! Joe ordered himself, his cold sweat piercing his skin. He clicked the meter on his right arm, to see only 7 hours and 35minutes of oxygen left. It's no use thinking over it...I have to find Paul quick. He brought out a small glassed yellow bulb from his spacesuit zip pocket and place it beneath his feet, by balancing it on small piece of rock as he thought. He needed to do that as he might lose his path as he moves on to find Paul and the buggy.
If only I could use my light flare to inform Paul about my situation, but it would be useless if he is unconscious. And again I will need it when help arrives to indicate of my current location. But that's not all, there's a chance that Paul is near or on the buugy right now, so if i go straight I might meet up with him. It's all or nothing. Joe thought as he picked up the mysterious empty spacesuit, placing it on his armpits while moving on.
As he moved on he thought about his dream of going to unfold all the mysteries in this apparently infinite space. Even though that feeling warmed him up a bit, it wasn't powerful enough to kill the rising death from its grave.
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'Sir, the oxygen generator system and some probes have been dispatched from the moonbase.'
'What about Collins and the rest of the crew in the moonbase?' The Chief rested his elbow on the desk.
'We have just updated that Collins and Harvey are preparing the buggy, which will take another 30 minutes. Ulquira, Steven and Henry are preparing in moonbase, for treatments for any causalities of Paul and Joe.'
'Have you been able to be on Paul yet?'
'Sir, we are on it.'
The hall's huge polished wooden doors flew open as Edward(One of the supervising commanders) and his worker, Price, stepped in and walked down the white linoleum polished edged stairs towards the chief's desk in the mission control center hall.
'What's up Ed?' The Chief said as he stepped in.
'I have news for you, Tony (he was the chief).' Said Edward, Price standing right behind him.
'Split it. Distractions must be avoided. You are let in only since you are the one of the commanders and since this is an emergency case. We must prepare for the worst case scenario. So better spare us with time.'
'You might not want to say that after you hear me.'
The air of suspense bounced around the hall. Even time seemed to wait for Edward.
'We have just confirmed in the other branch, that Paul's visor has been slightly cracked and he's running on his backup oxygen tank. His main oxygen tank of the suit's PLSS has been damaged.'
In Lunar Hell - Chapter 1 - The Mysterious Element
Even though there was no air, Joe's panicking and panting were abundant to create the death air in the ghostly, desolate, hellish moon. Joe's temples were preparing to burst and certain death was knocking at his door. The ever regolith desert couldn't quench his willingness to drink from his dry in suit drink bag, in other words it had the antonymous effect. His mouth was dry as dust.
He struggled to breath oxygen, but only did death. He was unsatisfied as all his satisfaction were drained away by death. It was time to switch he thought. I've been living all this long....now its time for death to live and me to die. I hope I'll get another chance to live just like my judge is going to.
He wanted to break through his spacesuit helmet, as his head was ready to explode. He wanted to comfort his head with his hands, but his other half didn't want him to.
Then at once he stopped sucking in death. His hands fell towards the ground only supported by the shoulder joint. His head blood crimson, his hopeless eye lids dropped to death with his body with a thud as death rose from its death and transformed into its living form.
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Joe woke up from an unexpected event and the heart dragging dream, beads of sweat running its track along his skin. He tried to recollect whatever have happened till then, aiding himself by squinting through the pitch darkness in sign of clues and outlines. He got up from his lying position, his right leg half limp.
He laughed at his dream, there's no air in space how can he fall with a thud sound?
As he groped in the darkness, he managed to deduce that he and his partner, Paul, were driven into a ravine as he sidled his hand along the steep regolith edge of the ravine. He at once looked up to find heaven. From hell, the starry sky seemed beautiful as heaven to Joe. From his early age, he kept on longing dream to reach the moon and discover the infinite space. Now that it was partially fulfilled, he was standing at hell right now, which was the moon. Even though it was hell it was the best possible and perfect launchpad to heaven. The ever starry sky seemed to burn into his eyes as hope in this darkish hell.
Joe looked around in the bottom of the ravine, in sign of Paul. As he started to search around, he raised up his arm, which crackled a little against the forever silence.
'About 8 hours, huh?' Joe said looking at the meter planted in his right arm on the spacesuit. I hope Houston copied my current location.' His voice sounded a bit rough as he muttered to himself.
'Houston! Houston! This is Joe Inoue! Do you copy?' Joe said into the communication radio. 'Houston!' No reply came. 'Darn it. The radio must have malfunction during the crash.
Joe and his partner, Paul were two astronauts attending their debut lunar EVA (Extra Vehicular Activity). But it turned out to be disastrous as their lunar buggy or LRV (Lunar Roving Vehicle) fell down one hell of a big ravine, presenting only bitter coldness and silent darkness. Joe and Paul have been separated since that crash. As there is no atmosphere, perspective on looking at things may differ. And also since there are no trees or buildings, one finds it tough to determine if a hill is nearby or distant.
A bit relief flushed at Joe as he successfully turned on his helmet light. 'At least this is working.' Joe said as he breathed out a sigh of relief. 'Why won't Paul turn on his helmet light? The only things I can make out of it are that, either he is unconscious or his helmet light is damaged from the accident....hang on....what about the buggy? It must be here somewhere.' He said as he trailed along his light path, randomly searching for his mate and the buggy.
Finally he came across a white garment kind of. He flashed his light on the mysterious thing he came across. It looked exactly like an EMU (Extra Vehicular Mobility Unit) that Joe was wearing. He kneeled down to get a look at who was inside the helmet. Even with the light he had to squint through. He finally got a somewhat distinct view, but whatever was inside wasn't Paul.
He struggled to breath oxygen, but only did death. He was unsatisfied as all his satisfaction were drained away by death. It was time to switch he thought. I've been living all this long....now its time for death to live and me to die. I hope I'll get another chance to live just like my judge is going to.
He wanted to break through his spacesuit helmet, as his head was ready to explode. He wanted to comfort his head with his hands, but his other half didn't want him to.
Then at once he stopped sucking in death. His hands fell towards the ground only supported by the shoulder joint. His head blood crimson, his hopeless eye lids dropped to death with his body with a thud as death rose from its death and transformed into its living form.
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Joe woke up from an unexpected event and the heart dragging dream, beads of sweat running its track along his skin. He tried to recollect whatever have happened till then, aiding himself by squinting through the pitch darkness in sign of clues and outlines. He got up from his lying position, his right leg half limp.
He laughed at his dream, there's no air in space how can he fall with a thud sound?
As he groped in the darkness, he managed to deduce that he and his partner, Paul, were driven into a ravine as he sidled his hand along the steep regolith edge of the ravine. He at once looked up to find heaven. From hell, the starry sky seemed beautiful as heaven to Joe. From his early age, he kept on longing dream to reach the moon and discover the infinite space. Now that it was partially fulfilled, he was standing at hell right now, which was the moon. Even though it was hell it was the best possible and perfect launchpad to heaven. The ever starry sky seemed to burn into his eyes as hope in this darkish hell.
Joe looked around in the bottom of the ravine, in sign of Paul. As he started to search around, he raised up his arm, which crackled a little against the forever silence.
'About 8 hours, huh?' Joe said looking at the meter planted in his right arm on the spacesuit. I hope Houston copied my current location.' His voice sounded a bit rough as he muttered to himself.
'Houston! Houston! This is Joe Inoue! Do you copy?' Joe said into the communication radio. 'Houston!' No reply came. 'Darn it. The radio must have malfunction during the crash.
Joe and his partner, Paul were two astronauts attending their debut lunar EVA (Extra Vehicular Activity). But it turned out to be disastrous as their lunar buggy or LRV (Lunar Roving Vehicle) fell down one hell of a big ravine, presenting only bitter coldness and silent darkness. Joe and Paul have been separated since that crash. As there is no atmosphere, perspective on looking at things may differ. And also since there are no trees or buildings, one finds it tough to determine if a hill is nearby or distant.
A bit relief flushed at Joe as he successfully turned on his helmet light. 'At least this is working.' Joe said as he breathed out a sigh of relief. 'Why won't Paul turn on his helmet light? The only things I can make out of it are that, either he is unconscious or his helmet light is damaged from the accident....hang on....what about the buggy? It must be here somewhere.' He said as he trailed along his light path, randomly searching for his mate and the buggy.
Finally he came across a white garment kind of. He flashed his light on the mysterious thing he came across. It looked exactly like an EMU (Extra Vehicular Mobility Unit) that Joe was wearing. He kneeled down to get a look at who was inside the helmet. Even with the light he had to squint through. He finally got a somewhat distinct view, but whatever was inside wasn't Paul.
The Raid
It was a cold night at the camp site. Jim had eaten dinner, which consisted of raisins, nuts and other rations. Their home town, Seore, was dead. Jim's brother, Fred, was left behind. He never came back, and Jim thought he was dead. His father had sent out to look for him, but he did not come back yet. Jim missed his father, and now only him and his mother, along with other people of Seore, stayed at the campsite. Jim had sustained a deep cut on his left leg, and if it weren't for his bandage tied up by his mother, would have been infected and gotten worse. His mother got very sick after a few days at the campsite. She got high-fever, and due to the low supplies and the harsh environment, got worse by the day. He had a few books which he used to pass his time, among them, one was his favourite. It was about a fictional species called Raveins. He loved that book, and other kids in the campsite would try to steal it.
After a week of his father leaving, Jim's mother got fataly sick. Her fever got significantly worse, and it was thought that she would be dead. Jim tried his best to take care of his mother, but he did all he could, and that was not enough. His mother died a few days later. What's worse is that nobody cared, they were all busy saving there own families. Jim was alone, but after some time he was taken in by another family in the campsite. They felt pity for him.
After a month or two after his mothers death, the location of the campsite had been revealed. Somebody had betrayed them. Soldiers surrounded the campsite, and shot anyone who tried to get away. Jim, along with some other people, hid under a table in the campsite. After an hour, the soldiers started to enter the campsite. They looted everything, and mercilessly murdered anyone that was found. After they left, they emerged from there hiding places. The people that were alive had hidden some food and water with them, so that they can survive. They, along with Jim, left the campsite and started wandering about, looking for a place to stay.
They set up camp near a small pond of fresh water, lined with trees and grass. They were dangerously close to a guard post, and they were unaware of that. But they were well hidden in the trees, so the threat level was not that high. at night Jim helped the people gather resources to light a campfire. Every night, one person from the group would go out to hunt animals for food. But one night, The soldiers got information about there location, and they were all taken as prisoner.
Life in prison was hard. A little kid died of disease and harsh treatment, an old man died of exhaustion, and the strong people of the group were worked to death. There was a free period when they were taken to the sports field and made to exercise, while guards strictly watched them. Jim, and a few other kids, planned an escape.
There were 5 air vents that circulated air around the prison. There were three exits, two of them require a key and the other one was heavily guarded. There were metal detectors in all of the exits, but guards can enter without having to go through them. the kids had been making the necessary materials. One person made a kind of putty from liquid rubber and plastic so that a mould of the key could be formed. The other kids put molten plastic, which was melted in a stove in there cell, in a tiny steel bowl, and shut the lid. they made weapons from broken fences and metal bars. the plan was to ask the guards for permission to go to the bathroom, which was a less guarded area. Then they will set up the materials. After that they would secretly beat up a guard with there weapons, and take his key. They would then form a mould of the keys using putty and molten plastic, because if they would have taken the actual key there the metal detectors would have detected them and the arms would go off. After they had formed a a copy of the key they would go to the exits, stealthily beat up the guards until they are unconscious, and then escape.
They put the plan to action. Free period was coming, and they were ready. They hid there weapons and materials, and went to the sports field. They, along with other inmates of the prison, were instructed to exercise. The kids went to the guards one by one to ask permission, because if they went all together, it would seem suspicious. Once they all went, they waited for a guard to come. Once a guard had come, they beat him to unconsciousness. they took out the key from his pocket. They formed a copy made of plastic. But by this time, a guard had spotted them. All of them were promptly captured.
They were all made to kneel down in a row. Jim was terrified. He was hoping for some kind of miracle to happen. They all were. There hands were tied to there backs, and they were shot, one by one. After three children, Jim was next. when it became Jim's turn, Jim closed his eyes and hoped for the best. But that didn't work. The trigger was pulled, and the shot went through his head, and edited through his left eye. The 50 Cal shot made a huge mess. Blood and brains were scattered everywhere. Even the soldiers, who shot the children, who seem to be ruthless and cold hearted, had nightmares that they didn't want to talk about. The rest of the children were shot, and the mess grew bigger. It was not long until all the children were dead.
The rest of the people from the campsite were killed off eventually, and the last of the inhabitants of Seore, were eliminated....
After a week of his father leaving, Jim's mother got fataly sick. Her fever got significantly worse, and it was thought that she would be dead. Jim tried his best to take care of his mother, but he did all he could, and that was not enough. His mother died a few days later. What's worse is that nobody cared, they were all busy saving there own families. Jim was alone, but after some time he was taken in by another family in the campsite. They felt pity for him.
After a month or two after his mothers death, the location of the campsite had been revealed. Somebody had betrayed them. Soldiers surrounded the campsite, and shot anyone who tried to get away. Jim, along with some other people, hid under a table in the campsite. After an hour, the soldiers started to enter the campsite. They looted everything, and mercilessly murdered anyone that was found. After they left, they emerged from there hiding places. The people that were alive had hidden some food and water with them, so that they can survive. They, along with Jim, left the campsite and started wandering about, looking for a place to stay.
They set up camp near a small pond of fresh water, lined with trees and grass. They were dangerously close to a guard post, and they were unaware of that. But they were well hidden in the trees, so the threat level was not that high. at night Jim helped the people gather resources to light a campfire. Every night, one person from the group would go out to hunt animals for food. But one night, The soldiers got information about there location, and they were all taken as prisoner.
Life in prison was hard. A little kid died of disease and harsh treatment, an old man died of exhaustion, and the strong people of the group were worked to death. There was a free period when they were taken to the sports field and made to exercise, while guards strictly watched them. Jim, and a few other kids, planned an escape.
There were 5 air vents that circulated air around the prison. There were three exits, two of them require a key and the other one was heavily guarded. There were metal detectors in all of the exits, but guards can enter without having to go through them. the kids had been making the necessary materials. One person made a kind of putty from liquid rubber and plastic so that a mould of the key could be formed. The other kids put molten plastic, which was melted in a stove in there cell, in a tiny steel bowl, and shut the lid. they made weapons from broken fences and metal bars. the plan was to ask the guards for permission to go to the bathroom, which was a less guarded area. Then they will set up the materials. After that they would secretly beat up a guard with there weapons, and take his key. They would then form a mould of the keys using putty and molten plastic, because if they would have taken the actual key there the metal detectors would have detected them and the arms would go off. After they had formed a a copy of the key they would go to the exits, stealthily beat up the guards until they are unconscious, and then escape.
They put the plan to action. Free period was coming, and they were ready. They hid there weapons and materials, and went to the sports field. They, along with other inmates of the prison, were instructed to exercise. The kids went to the guards one by one to ask permission, because if they went all together, it would seem suspicious. Once they all went, they waited for a guard to come. Once a guard had come, they beat him to unconsciousness. they took out the key from his pocket. They formed a copy made of plastic. But by this time, a guard had spotted them. All of them were promptly captured.
They were all made to kneel down in a row. Jim was terrified. He was hoping for some kind of miracle to happen. They all were. There hands were tied to there backs, and they were shot, one by one. After three children, Jim was next. when it became Jim's turn, Jim closed his eyes and hoped for the best. But that didn't work. The trigger was pulled, and the shot went through his head, and edited through his left eye. The 50 Cal shot made a huge mess. Blood and brains were scattered everywhere. Even the soldiers, who shot the children, who seem to be ruthless and cold hearted, had nightmares that they didn't want to talk about. The rest of the children were shot, and the mess grew bigger. It was not long until all the children were dead.
The rest of the people from the campsite were killed off eventually, and the last of the inhabitants of Seore, were eliminated....
Raided
There was a little boy in the town of Seore,
Who used to wipe and sweep the floor.
His father had owned a shiny 12 gauge,
Which he used to fire, in rage.
You see, his father had an anger problem,
He used to hunt birds for fun,
but one day when he saw a bear ,
he had no choice but to run.
he came back home, weary and tired,
the gun he had, had accidentally fired,
the shot went on and destroyed his prize,
a shining trophy, amazing in size.
one day, the rival town attacked,
people died, and a bartender was sacked.
because he had betrayed the town,
he was sent to jail at the mayors frown.
Soldiers and snipers shot the townsmen
The only one surviving was a year old hen.
The others fled, at least thats what they said
The little boy hid under the shed.
He remembered his fathers weapon of pride
He, no more, felt the need to hide,
He stepped out of the shed, through the streets he fled,
He thanked almighty that he wasn't shot dead.
He took the shotgun, and held it tight
He ran through the streets again, filled with fright.
He hid behind a wall, and waited for a chance
he saw a dead cat, a breed from france.
He threw the cat in front of few soldiers,
They looked at the cat, with suspicious eyes,
As they were distracted, he quickly ran past,
The town hadn't seen anyone this fast.
He shot a few guards, And ran for his life
He ran out of ammo, so he stole a knife.
He stabbed a guard, and took his rations
He was lucky enough to make it alive to the station.
He had a small cart, which he had made
He put it on the track, showing signs of being afraid.
He had taped an engine on its back,
it was small, but it was better than a sack.
He started the engine, and the cart started to go,
He went faster then a gushing river's flow.
He came to a halt, at the Mirabou camp
With fear in his heart, he entered, with a lamp
It turned out to be a camp of soldiers
Who were guarding around the towns borders.
They picked him up, and shot him dead
And that was the end of little Fred.....
Puppeted Death
"You're fired Aiden!"
"Fired for what, Sir?!"
"Oh so now you're all innocent and all huh? Get out of here now!"
Aiden, hesitating at first searching for reasons of outwitting his boss, turned his back on his superior and disappointingly rushed outside of the office grabbing his coat on the way with everyone looking at him in astonishment. Aiden ,at first, had no idea of what he had done worthy of a kick-out. He was appointed ,in this shipping company, as a documents manager getting a not generous but pretty ample amount of money. He got this job as his last resort after his father was killed. His life was like a torn up piece of paper.
Aiden intended to reduce his stress and tension by sipping down a cup of coffee which he bought at the cafeteria on the first floor. He brainstormed about the reason he was kicked out for. While he also showed off his anger at the boss by silently crushing the decalled plastic cup of coffee while the coffee violently dripped down his fingers.
____________________________________________________________
4 years later...
Hmm.....father died in the hands of the Frenko militia, huh? Hates superiors...yes...tell me more over time......yes.....his father's been a pain in the ass, eh?...yeah....okay............Thanks for the help......what again? HIS father was the leader of the extermination of MY MILITIA IN 10 YEARS AGO?!.....
*********************************
Aiden, hands pocketed, sight focused an argument between two strangers one of which seemed to be more superior position than the other. The superior guy seemed to dismiss the powerless one from an appointment. And as usual the dismissed guy turned around....fingers curved into a tight fist filled with anger. Aiden smirked carelessly at the superior.
This is what always happens...huh? Power overcomes humanity?......What a joke....
Aven thought to himself, reminding himself of the incident 4 years ago after which he never graced a job concerning power, as he now was working on his own business, making hot-dogs and selling them. Since he sold them at the front of the university he earned plenty to go around. The students bought them as soon as they finished class. He lived in Eupher Road in a one-bedroom apartment, the rent was half his income. he rode his small cart to the side of the park in front of the university.
Aiden, lost deep in his thoughts, and sipping down the cup of milked espresso coffee, suddenly heard something which got his attention. He heard someone around the corner with a strange dialect of English, giving out little leaflets concerning a package delivery and the pay was quite high. But no one in the streets was very concerned with the advertisement because they know that this job was a quite risky one...as seen in movies that they don't let the volunteer open the bag and see what's inside it. But this wasn't the only news he delivered about the job which repelled the people like a boulder in a fast flowing river. The guy who was advertising said that the package needs to be delivered to Germany in a place called Frankfurt am Main. The 'specialty' about that place was that it was one of the most dangerous places in Germany and it was where his father was killed! His father worked with the police to exterminate the German militia which were the most dangerous group in the country. To be exact, the biggest militia in Germany was the Frankfurt Achtung, which meant 'Frankfurt Danger'.
Aiden's father was killed when he was secretly running investigations on their base before the military decided to storm their base. However the military attacked them, many survived and many died but they recruited more and kept their record of 30 years of notoriety. Aiden had never been so angry for anything than that.
Aiden walked toward the guy and said "What did you say again?"
"Oh ve have ta go to Frankfurt to deriber eth."(You have to go to Frankfurt to deliver it)replied the strange spoken man.
"Give me that leaflet please" Aiden asked and the man silently handed over him the paper.
"Who is organizing this job? I mean, is there any authorized company?" Aiden asked in slight curiosity.
"Well.....we are...uh...yes authoriyed cumpany, our name is Fair Deal!"("Yes authorized company!") The man replied.
"Thanks" Aiden replied and quickly headed back to his apartment block.
Aiden got into his room closed the door lit his room and jumped to the bed and thought.
What am I doing? No no! I can't be that reckless! That man didn't even seem sure of the event!
Oh...dad! NO!.......I have to stick to my regular life making people happy!...NO! But dad!..........................................................I WILL AVENGE YOU!!!!
Aiden lost control over himself while his anger took away his sense of consciousness.
Then he called the number printed on the leaflet.
"Hello! I- Is this Fair Deal? I got the job you are offering....................................................................................AND I'M TAKIN' IT!!!!!!!!!!
______________________________________________________________
Two weeks later..... French airport.....
Aiden was standing at the entry aisle at the airport still investigating the security, now a little scared too, but all his emotions got robbed of meaning by his feeling of vengeance.
"Hey I am here I got the package, now what?" Aiden spoke softly on the phone. He got the package from the taxi which was waiting for him in front of his apartment block before he woke up. The taxi driver didn't utter a single word in front of him...Aden noticed that the driver was extremely scared of something and that he was sweating in his the car. The package was medium sized, around 2 foot long, 1 foot high and about a half foot thick. Wrapped up in brown paper bound with red strings which made the soft product inside puff up from the areas relieved of the tight binding.
"Go to the terminal three, you will see a white, wooden door. Open it and walk inside with the small badge patched to your front shirt pocket. You were told to wear a blue shirt weren't you?" The person on the other end instructed Aiden. The voice on the other end was quite rough, it seemed like the man had underslept as a habit for a long time. Aiden could hear some background noises too. It was the sound of teen girls sobbing in a very low pitch of voice. Aiden was curious but again and again he strained to control himself.
"Yes I have worn it. What is the badge for?" Aiden replied
"Keep walking!"The man shouted.
" I know there is security check there. Just show your badge to the security you will get through. And that is your last step. Then after you reach Frankfurt, you will get more....." the man ended the call and turned off his phone before Aiden tried to call him.
Shit!!! What will I do! I have many questions! MY cellphone number will not work after I go to Germany!!! Okay! I have to keep calm and do the job!
Aiden came closer to the security check. His heart beat faster...and finally he was inches away from them.
Aiden lifted up his badge and pointed it forwards towards the security...feeling quite confident.
The guards didn't check him but his package was taken from him and fed to the X-ray machine and metal detector.
At once the guard at the X-ray machine shouted out! "HEY PASSENGER 30 IS RED!!!!!!! HEY!!!!!"
At that instant all the guards shut everything down and two of them sprinted towards Aiden and knocked him down.
"WHAT DID I DO?! HEY THIS MUST BE A MISTAKE!!! HEY!!!! LISTEN!!! HEY!!!!!"
Aiden cried out but none of the guards listened they just pointed their gun towards him and a few of them talked on their small radio.
The helpless Aiden was dragged to a special white room where he was cuffed to a desk. Aiden was still shouting at the policemen and the investigator there.
While and suddenly three gunshots killed the three police personnel.
"Well well well........what do we have here? Heh heh heh heh heh!" A voice hidden in the dark behind the room said slowly.
"HEY WH-O WHO ARE YOU?!!" Aiden shouted terrified by the sudden gunshots and the blood split violently over the room.
"Looks like I've seen you before! Hahahaha" The old guy laughed recklessly.
Slowly the stranger's body came closer and more recognizable when.....Aiden's eyes grew bigger.
"Yo--u You killed my----........Fran---ko....?" Aiden froze in astonishment and extreme dread.
"Haahahaha, looks like you know me!"
And then suddenly a fourth bullet shot its way to the helpless Aiden's chest. Blood spat violently over the room.
"F--aa--the---r......d---ad..." Aiden's voice dimmed off.
"Fired for what, Sir?!"
"Oh so now you're all innocent and all huh? Get out of here now!"
Aiden, hesitating at first searching for reasons of outwitting his boss, turned his back on his superior and disappointingly rushed outside of the office grabbing his coat on the way with everyone looking at him in astonishment. Aiden ,at first, had no idea of what he had done worthy of a kick-out. He was appointed ,in this shipping company, as a documents manager getting a not generous but pretty ample amount of money. He got this job as his last resort after his father was killed. His life was like a torn up piece of paper.
Aiden intended to reduce his stress and tension by sipping down a cup of coffee which he bought at the cafeteria on the first floor. He brainstormed about the reason he was kicked out for. While he also showed off his anger at the boss by silently crushing the decalled plastic cup of coffee while the coffee violently dripped down his fingers.
____________________________________________________________
4 years later...
Hmm.....father died in the hands of the Frenko militia, huh? Hates superiors...yes...tell me more over time......yes.....his father's been a pain in the ass, eh?...yeah....okay............Thanks for the help......what again? HIS father was the leader of the extermination of MY MILITIA IN 10 YEARS AGO?!.....
*********************************
Aiden, hands pocketed, sight focused an argument between two strangers one of which seemed to be more superior position than the other. The superior guy seemed to dismiss the powerless one from an appointment. And as usual the dismissed guy turned around....fingers curved into a tight fist filled with anger. Aiden smirked carelessly at the superior.
This is what always happens...huh? Power overcomes humanity?......What a joke....
Aven thought to himself, reminding himself of the incident 4 years ago after which he never graced a job concerning power, as he now was working on his own business, making hot-dogs and selling them. Since he sold them at the front of the university he earned plenty to go around. The students bought them as soon as they finished class. He lived in Eupher Road in a one-bedroom apartment, the rent was half his income. he rode his small cart to the side of the park in front of the university.
Aiden, lost deep in his thoughts, and sipping down the cup of milked espresso coffee, suddenly heard something which got his attention. He heard someone around the corner with a strange dialect of English, giving out little leaflets concerning a package delivery and the pay was quite high. But no one in the streets was very concerned with the advertisement because they know that this job was a quite risky one...as seen in movies that they don't let the volunteer open the bag and see what's inside it. But this wasn't the only news he delivered about the job which repelled the people like a boulder in a fast flowing river. The guy who was advertising said that the package needs to be delivered to Germany in a place called Frankfurt am Main. The 'specialty' about that place was that it was one of the most dangerous places in Germany and it was where his father was killed! His father worked with the police to exterminate the German militia which were the most dangerous group in the country. To be exact, the biggest militia in Germany was the Frankfurt Achtung, which meant 'Frankfurt Danger'.
Aiden's father was killed when he was secretly running investigations on their base before the military decided to storm their base. However the military attacked them, many survived and many died but they recruited more and kept their record of 30 years of notoriety. Aiden had never been so angry for anything than that.
Aiden walked toward the guy and said "What did you say again?"
"Oh ve have ta go to Frankfurt to deriber eth."(You have to go to Frankfurt to deliver it)replied the strange spoken man.
"Give me that leaflet please" Aiden asked and the man silently handed over him the paper.
"Who is organizing this job? I mean, is there any authorized company?" Aiden asked in slight curiosity.
"Well.....we are...uh...yes authoriyed cumpany, our name is Fair Deal!"("Yes authorized company!") The man replied.
"Thanks" Aiden replied and quickly headed back to his apartment block.
Aiden got into his room closed the door lit his room and jumped to the bed and thought.
What am I doing? No no! I can't be that reckless! That man didn't even seem sure of the event!
Oh...dad! NO!.......I have to stick to my regular life making people happy!...NO! But dad!..........................................................I WILL AVENGE YOU!!!!
Aiden lost control over himself while his anger took away his sense of consciousness.
Then he called the number printed on the leaflet.
"Hello! I- Is this Fair Deal? I got the job you are offering....................................................................................AND I'M TAKIN' IT!!!!!!!!!!
______________________________________________________________
Two weeks later..... French airport.....
Aiden was standing at the entry aisle at the airport still investigating the security, now a little scared too, but all his emotions got robbed of meaning by his feeling of vengeance.
"Hey I am here I got the package, now what?" Aiden spoke softly on the phone. He got the package from the taxi which was waiting for him in front of his apartment block before he woke up. The taxi driver didn't utter a single word in front of him...Aden noticed that the driver was extremely scared of something and that he was sweating in his the car. The package was medium sized, around 2 foot long, 1 foot high and about a half foot thick. Wrapped up in brown paper bound with red strings which made the soft product inside puff up from the areas relieved of the tight binding.
"Go to the terminal three, you will see a white, wooden door. Open it and walk inside with the small badge patched to your front shirt pocket. You were told to wear a blue shirt weren't you?" The person on the other end instructed Aiden. The voice on the other end was quite rough, it seemed like the man had underslept as a habit for a long time. Aiden could hear some background noises too. It was the sound of teen girls sobbing in a very low pitch of voice. Aiden was curious but again and again he strained to control himself.
"Yes I have worn it. What is the badge for?" Aiden replied
"Keep walking!"The man shouted.
" I know there is security check there. Just show your badge to the security you will get through. And that is your last step. Then after you reach Frankfurt, you will get more....." the man ended the call and turned off his phone before Aiden tried to call him.
Shit!!! What will I do! I have many questions! MY cellphone number will not work after I go to Germany!!! Okay! I have to keep calm and do the job!
Aiden came closer to the security check. His heart beat faster...and finally he was inches away from them.
Aiden lifted up his badge and pointed it forwards towards the security...feeling quite confident.
The guards didn't check him but his package was taken from him and fed to the X-ray machine and metal detector.
At once the guard at the X-ray machine shouted out! "HEY PASSENGER 30 IS RED!!!!!!! HEY!!!!!"
At that instant all the guards shut everything down and two of them sprinted towards Aiden and knocked him down.
"WHAT DID I DO?! HEY THIS MUST BE A MISTAKE!!! HEY!!!! LISTEN!!! HEY!!!!!"
Aiden cried out but none of the guards listened they just pointed their gun towards him and a few of them talked on their small radio.
The helpless Aiden was dragged to a special white room where he was cuffed to a desk. Aiden was still shouting at the policemen and the investigator there.
While and suddenly three gunshots killed the three police personnel.
"Well well well........what do we have here? Heh heh heh heh heh!" A voice hidden in the dark behind the room said slowly.
"HEY WH-O WHO ARE YOU?!!" Aiden shouted terrified by the sudden gunshots and the blood split violently over the room.
"Looks like I've seen you before! Hahahaha" The old guy laughed recklessly.
Slowly the stranger's body came closer and more recognizable when.....Aiden's eyes grew bigger.
"Yo--u You killed my----........Fran---ko....?" Aiden froze in astonishment and extreme dread.
"Haahahaha, looks like you know me!"
And then suddenly a fourth bullet shot its way to the helpless Aiden's chest. Blood spat violently over the room.
"F--aa--the---r......d---ad..." Aiden's voice dimmed off.
Sunday, February 8, 2015
The Reader's Fest : Seven Days Of House-full Entertainment!
Hello readers!
We know that our blog had a very low rate of posts since the New Year. And if you happen to like our blog very much, we are extremely sorry for that. So what now?
We decided to jump back into action for a while to repay you of our delinquency.
We decided to have a Special Week, starting from tomorrow the 9th of February, in which each and everyday each of us from the Innovative Team(four members) will publish at least two posts everyday throughout the week. We are calling it the Reader's Fest!
We decided to have a Special Week, starting from tomorrow the 9th of February, in which each and everyday each of us from the Innovative Team(four members) will publish at least two posts everyday throughout the week. We are calling it the Reader's Fest!
SO STAY UPDATED FOR THE ACTION!
-The Innovative Pen
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