Dead Again Chapter 2

Chapter 2 – Try Again

Matt rushed to his car. Holy shit! Haley is going to kill if I miss her stupid dress thing. Why do I even have to go? Matt’s sister Haley Michelle Fraus was going to get married in 2 weeks. Her husband was a nice guy and Matt like him but Matt didn’t like the big fuss about the marriage. He knew that even though this was his sister’s first marriage it wasn’t going to be the last. He was absolutely sure about that.

Matt got into his car and realized that he had forgotten his wallet. He thought for a second whether it was worth it and he would rather spend time in prison if were to get caught for speeding than see his sister’s killer face. As Matt drove through the traffic, he thought of the various things he planned to do after meeting his sister. It was after all a nice Saturday and he didn’t want to waste it. His thoughts were disturbed but the song on the radio. It was Hessian Peel by Opeth. He sang along to the song at the top of his voice. Somehow he felt happy today even though he knew that he was going to be terribly late for his sister’s dress rehearsal.

Suddenly the radio screeched. Matt tried to tune it but all the radio channels seemed scrambled. Out of the blue a voice came through the radio. It was soft, like it was whispering something. Matt intrigued increased the volume but somehow it was still a soft whisper.

“I think you should look at the road while driving” said someone from behind Matt

Matt jumped up at the voice. He immediately looked back and braked at the same time. What he didn’t realize that he stopped his car right in the middle of a junction. A truck coming at quite a high speed honked and braked. Before Matt realized what would happen the truck bashed into his car. Matt’s last words were “I’m sorry”

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Matt opened his eyes and looked around. “It was just a dream.” He smiled and looked out of the window. The birds were singing as usual and it a beautiful Saturday. He got out of bed and followed his usual routine. He looked at the clock. 11:10 pm. Shit! Haley’s dress thing! He quickly put on clothes and ran out of the door. He realised he forgot his wallet. He ran back inside and went to pick up his wallet.

Just as he was getting out the door, he had images of his dream just like they were real. He scrunched his eyebrows and shook his head. But something inside him told him to go back inside and spend the day in bed. He decided not to take his car and walk to the place. He was going to be late there anyway, might as well enough the day on the way.

As Matt walked pass the music store, he heard the radio play Hessian Peel and stopped to listen to it. He liked the song and told his sister to play it at the wedding. As the song drew to its end, Matt heard a cry from the alley next to it. He run towards it. He saw an old woman being robbed by a hooded man and he had a gun in his gun. The hooded man saw Matt and panicked.

“See, I just want the old lady’s money. Don’t cause any trouble and no one will get hurt.”

“I don’t want any trouble. Just let the woman go and everything will be fine. Just take this. My wallet.” Matt put his hand in his jacket to remove the wallet. The hooded man immediately pointed his gun towards Matt.

“No funny business! Remove your hands from your pockets! You!” facing the woman, “Go! Get out!” The woman nodded frantically and ran as fast as she could. Matt slowly removed his hands from his pockets. The hooded man took a few steps towards him. Matt put his hands up to show that he didn’t mean any harm. The hooded man seemed to relax.

“You really shouldn’t meddle with out people’s business,” said a voice from behind Matt.

Matt turned around in shock. It was the same voice from his dream. The hooded man panicked and accidentally pulled the trigger of the gun. Matt felt a sharp pain in his chest. His knees grew weak and he fell to the ground. The hooded man freaked out, dropped the gun and fled the site. Matt looked at his chest. It was bleeding and as his vision blacked out he saw a tall man wearing a black cloak carrying a black staff of some kind. Matt couldn’t see the face well but he somehow knew at the back of his head who it was.

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Dead Again Chapter 1

Yes I write stories. They aren’t good or anything. Just random ideas that come to me when I’m bored. Usually when I’m walking. Anyway just thought might as well share them. Read it if you like. They have nothing to do with my life though. I will post other things but also post chapters to my story(or stories, I usually write 2-3 stories at once)

Chapter 1 – Bored

Mrs. Hollet held on his hand as though her life depended on it. It was ironic, since he was the one who saw her take her last breath. But she was at peace. She had been a 93 year old great grandma. She was glad he had waited so long to take her away. She knew she died without regrets.

Death held onto Mrs. Hollet’s hand like he held so many others over the years. To her it was something new but to him it was just another day at work. Though Mrs. Hollet couldn’t see but Death was holding a hundred more souls in his hands, each one oblivious of the other. He felt that it somehow made them feel that their death was special. Like he was specially taking them to the other side. It was a matter of seconds before they made it through but to them it was a long walk. He like to take them there on his own. He looked at his recent gatherings faces. Some showed peace, some fear and some disbelief. He was always fascinated by all the feelings humans showed on their face. He never felt them (and he was glad) but he loved the idea of having millions of emotions to express. He realised he had drifted off in thoughts just to gather himself in front of a huge gate. His victims looked at him. But he always saw the same face at this point. All them asking the same question in their minds “Is this it?” Almost as if answering their question, he nodded and let the gates open. He felt the touch of hundreds of hands leaving his hand. The gate closed and Death sighed. Another round of human souls sent There.

Death looked at his list. He felt bored. He had been doing this for a very long time. So long that he had forgotten when he started or was there even a start. There were a few moments in those million years that he felt remembering. He also remembered his mistakes. And the times he purposely killed someone just because he was bored. He never spared anyone’s life. As far as people were concerned, no deserved to let their lives spared. Matt Christopher Fraus. The first name on his list. Death smirked at his last name. Fraus. I wonder what his wrongdoing was. Death touched his name. Immediately Death got a flash of his whole life history. Born in St. Augustine, Atlanta, Matt was the 3rd child of Martha and Stewart Fraus. He was born on 12th December, 1988. An average child with some good grades and loved to play tennis. He went to Georgia State University to study graphic design and just passed out of college with an average grade point. He had just recently received a job offer at a famous web design company which he took promptly. His life was completely uneventful that even Death felt sorry for him.

Death browsed through his list. Lots of people, no one interesting enough to him. He sighed and made his way to Matt’s car. Death always had a way to kill people. He mainly choose car accidents because he hated cars. There was no reason, he just never liked it. He hated airplanes too but that was a lot of unnecessary lives. Death watched Matt run to his car. Probably late for work. Poor guy, the last thing on his mind will how he wasn’t in time. He should take time to see around him. Maybe then he’ll have more excitement in his life. Just at that moment, Death had an idea. And for the first time in his long, lonely life Death smiled.

The Dork Life

I have a bunch of ‘cousins’ (aka Boro Bachas¹) whom I’m pretty close to and despite the huge age differences (as much as a decade even), I love hanging out with them. I’ve known them since they were horrid little babies 🙂 and spent many a good weekend baby-sitting them – until very recently. Now however, most of them have moved away and it’ll probably be a while since we all get the chance to meet up. Nonetheless, I’m glad to say we’ve managed to keep in touch (thanks to the marvels of modern day technology) and have a vague idea of what’s going on in each others lives.

Now, I’m sure most of you will agree that hanging out with ‘kids’ can be enlightening in many ways. You pick up their funny lingo (“That’s the shizz, yo!”), get to listen to some ‘interesting’ music (Lil Wayne anyone?), and watch movies…

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The 1st post

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Where to start? or what to write? Quite a few questions to think of before starting a blog. And then comes the question, who is going to read my blog. The answer to that is fairly simple I think. Who cares? Its your blog right, all you have to do is type.

Writing the first blog is never simple. You are always wondering if what you wrote is worth it. Worth posting so that someone else might read. Well, maybe it is and maybe its not. But taking the first step is the important part. And once you begin, eventually you get into it and continue. At least that’s what I hope to do.

Well since it’s the first blog, let’s just introduce myself. Let’s see, my name is Ritwika. I’m am insane. I literally don’t know how else to describe me. Or maybe there are other ways to describe me but for now let’s just go with insane. I am generally a happy person, if you see me sad or angry, then you are one of those unfortunate people. I like a lot of things and I’m and easy person to please. I get attached to the smallest and insignificant things. I love dogs and animals in general. I hate cockroaches! If I could get rid of all the cockroaches in the world i would definitely do the world that favor. But then that is impossible because there are more then 600 different species of cockroaches. And those suckers can survive in almost any extreme condition. If the world was to determine the strongest species, it’s not humans it’s cockroaches. They can survive freaking sulfuric acid! Scientists have determined that if extraterrestrial life does exist, they are most likely going to to more cockroach type than human. Imagine human sized cockroaches walking around. *shudder*. Anyway enough about cockroaches. I am a agnostic atheist (it’s a real thing). I’m open to the idea of god or any spiritual being but don’t preach it to me.

So I’m going to leave you with that. Maybe you will find out more about me as we get along, but till then take pleasure in knowing someone you haven’t met(or maybe met). Till the next blog, live a with a smile on your face(it’s take less effort). 😀