What is Short Story Writing?

Short Story writing is all-weather topic
But this is not everybody’s affair. Writers think unusual and make their reel in their minds, then on some day when their heads are unto an explosion, they pull it out and throw it on audiences. Audience is ever increasing because they don’t live without entertaining themselves. short scary story

What is Word Play?

Wordplay short scary story
But it is the secondary question, if you have the art of weaving words, you can create fiction out of garbage. Like the cabbage say’s I will be eaten today with the curd, but mutton was smiling and said I will be garnished with the spices and vegetables and then will be eaten. But both were wrong. The maid came and threw both these in the dustbin for they were both rotten. The hell! said, the mutton when it was eaten by a stray dog. short scary story

A boy ate dead tiger’s flesh, short scary story

Short Story writing is all-weather topic

But this is not everybody’s affair. Writers think unusual and make their reel in their minds, then on some day when their heads are unto an explosion, they pull it out and throw it on audiences. Audience is ever increasing because they don’t live without entertaining themselves. short scary story

short scary story
A boy ate dead tiger’s flesh

The fictional characters like, Super Man and Spider still create dazzling effects in the hearts and minds of audiences.

Wordplay short scary story

But it is the secondary question, if you have the art of weaving words, you can create fiction out of garbage. Like the cabbage say’s I will be eaten today with the curd, but mutton was smiling and said I will be garnished with the spices and vegetables and then will be eaten. But both were wrong. The maid came and threw both these in the dustbin for they were both rotten. The hell! said, the mutton when it was eaten by a stray dog. short scary story

This is called the word play. If you want to learn this art then follow me on Google News, by searching ‘Kashmir Fair’.

It was the moment the boy left the school; because he was suddenly thrashed by the other boys of the school–the rough and the mean; the dirty and the queer. They are the boys of low birth; he was simple and bright and of high birth. But why did he study in a low standard school?

It was before when slavery was about to begin in 1940, when he took birth. His parents had died in the battle, leaving him alone to fight the battle. His parents were well educated and of nurtured culture.

The school is bad short scary story

He was 6 years old when his maternal uncle dropped him in an orphanage. It was this orphanage from where he came to school. Though the orphanage is good, but the school is bad.

He was 15 when in a scuffle he hit a boy on his head with an iron rod. And that was the moment, he never came back to school and perhaps had left the orphanage too.

After many wanderings finding no food and shelter, he laid down on the roadside. Suddenly an uproar arose. Everybody fled, but he was captured and was dragged towards the truck and tossed inside. It was nighttime at that time. short scary story

A tear of blood trickles down from his weary and teary eyes. And when he opened up his eyes, he found himself on a hill lock among the other boys, and the men, some with gray hair and some with black. They wanted something to eat. He too wanted something to eat. A soldier wearing half pants with a turban on his head, told them you are now captivated as bonded laborers and you have to carry arms and ammunition to the other parts of this land.

They were brutally thrashed and have still to mount a mountain. He was carrying a chest of bullets and two guns on his back and was moving upwards with snail’s pace. What to do? Nobody has enough life to live.

Hungry like dogs, short scary story

They were hungry like dogs but under the control of hunters. The droplets of rain from the clear blue sky fell on the wretched souls. The boy stopped looking up above the sky. Suddenly clouds came together and covered this piece of heaven. The day light vanished, and it became dark enough on the mountain that no one saw anything. The soldiers stopped with fright and what others did no one knows. The rain with lightning and thunderbolts wiped out everything that came in its way. All the men and the boys were washed away by this dreadful rain.

The sun rose, it was a pleasant day, greenery everywhere. The lush green firs with the droplets of water on the spiky leaves shine like diamonds. The rivers flowing beneath paradise make it all alike paradise. He was in deep slumber trying to lift his eyelids from the eyes, they were heavy as the world itself.

In a Jungle, short scary story

He was weak and feeble, crawled to a river and sucked the water from the river and lost senses again. Perhaps he was hungry and hadn’t eaten anything for many days. Few hours later he found himself in a jungle lying in a thorny bush with torn arm and leg muscles. A tiger was wiping blood from his lips. It was that tiger that had dragged him from the bank of the river to the jungle to quell his own hunger. When he saw the tiger in front of him, he lost all the hope of life. short scary story

Suddenly he got the courage and hit the tiger on his head with a pointed stone that was lying near his hand. The tiger died and the guy lost senses again and fainted.

He was still

Many days elapsed he was still alive and opened up the eyes and saw himself lying with the dead tiger. He was hungry and had no strength to stand on his feet. He pulled some flesh from the dead tiger and ate it. For some days he kept eating the flesh of that dead tiger until he found himself strong enough to leave that place.

One thing I must tell you, it was not long ago in the primitive era but in the modern era when Britishers ruled Asia and the other weak nations…

And a General has said, “There is the right to freedom of Speech, but I can’t guarantee freedom after speech”

 

So be in touch for further readings… short scary story.

 

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