[WIP] Relic

The electronic beep woke up the charging station attendant ,through the door walked a thin, almost malnourished human.He handed his scan card.”How much?” the attendant asked the human. “Top her up.” The human replied. “OK,anything else?”he asked while scanning the humans card.”Yeah we’ll have a look around.” A second human entered through the door making the entrance beep again.He was short but fat unlike his other human friend.What a peculiar set ,thought the attendant.As they walked away , the attendant sat back into his chair and started listening to the dio.

“So what is this woman called again?” The short pudgy one asked the lanky one . “She’s a skiptracer ,she finds beings which are hard to find,those who have no sign of existence,on paper.” “So , let me get this straight Pat,we have to get her this incredibly rare augment for her AI and THEN she will help us? Why cant she just take credits from us” a fog of doubt was starting to rise in his mind. “Well,she does usually takes credit,but once she knew who we were she put forward this condition, also I mean who doesn’t know Pat and Jones.” Jones looked at him with a hint of annoyance, “Alright,so do you have any leads on this augment,where should we start?” He picked up a candybar from the aisle and scanned it ,immediately opening and taking a bite out of it.”Well its in this guys home so we actually have to ..” Pat hesitated “Retrieve it sneakily.” Jones stopped in his track “So STEAL it?”he asked pat.”Yes I know how it sounds like” Pat said reassuringly. “But this woman, this skiptracer I told you about, she has this incredible way of finding things which nobody has, I mean she finds things which the Federation has given up on.Also she is a friend of a mutual friend so I know that she is worth trusting ”

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This is a work in progress I will keep adding to this until it finishes,Hopefully into a short story.Thanks for reading.

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Ravivar Karanja

Crowd during the evening

Ravivar Karanja Sunday Fountain [literal translation]
Is one of the most prominent shopping areas in old Nasik,People around the city visit Ravivar Karanja and the markets surrounding it to buy household necessities ,clothes ,veggies and much more.

The market area blooms on Sundays and the main fountain at the center is overflowing on the same day hence the name Ravivar Karanja.

Clothes,house hold bits and bobs,jewelers,Seasonal delicacies,street food,fresh Vegetables,Fruits,Monsoon gear,Flowers and Puja sahitya (pooja prep materials) You name it,everything can be found in these markets .

Assortment of people come through these markets to shop and wander.The one glowing problem has always been faced is traffic during sundays due to people coming in cars and SUV’s which often leads to traffic jams and blocks.The most ideal way to travel is on foot and you can easily navigate through the alleyways and streets which cater specialties such as Biscuits,milkshakes and many such mouthwatering treats for the foodie inside.

Even though Malls and supermarkets have sprung up all around Nasik the old  market remains still, offering quality goods at a reasonable rate.

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Here comes the rain.

I was returning home after dropping my grandmother at her home,I took my usual turn which would have led me to my home shortly,but the road was blocked by a big tree which had felled, likely due to heavy winds and was comfortably resting on a SUV. After a quick trip home,I picked up my camera and returned to the site.There was a sizeable amount of people gathered around the tree, all waiting to see how this would get solved.After about 5-6 minutes  a firetruck appeared and a bunch of  people got out of it.One of them had an axe and the other one had a chainsaw.With swift decisions they proceeded to free the automobile from the grip of tree, the car had a damaged windshield and dents on various place where the tree was resting.

The matter was solved in and around 10-15 minutes,the car had damages but the tree was almost completely uprooted.You can see the damage in the images below.

The question you must be asking is why do trees these big, sturdy fall during monsoon.Well i asked myself the same question,and the answer to that is;

Concretisation of tree base: Simply put concretisation of the tree base is, during  the construction of roads or buildings the tree’s base is covered with cement and or tar which does not leave any space around the trunks and don’t allow the roots to get a proper grip which further leads to felling of the tree.

According to this article

375 trees collapse in four days of heavy rains

You can read the article to get a clearer perspective of concretisation and its effect on the trees.

As the monsoon season starts you could see many more such trees fall and do damage to property, even human life.

The solution to this problem is de-concretisation in which the tree’s base is rescued from concretisation by leaving ample space for their growth and a porous material on the surface to let water and air inside to the roots.

[WP] “The light can never go out,” explained the old lighthouse operator. “Ships don’t need us. Haven’t in quite some time. It’s the people here on land who’ll suffer if that light ever goes out.”

This WP was taken from reddit.

Tim walked towards the big light house bench and plopped into it.He gazed over the whitewashed light house,It was still working,He looked for ships in the ocean.His sight returned none.He watched the lighthouse again,someone was coming out of the door.The figure took something out of his pocket,and then started searching his shirt pocket .A lighter , the man walked looked around and was probably searching for matches.Tim walked towards the man and brandished his lighter around “Light.” ”You are like a god kid thanks.” The man put the cigarette in his mouth and leaned forward while Tim lighted it.With the first flicker of the flame Tim could see that the man was an old soul,wrinkles,missing teeth,glassy eye and a big mole on his cheek.”Thanks” the man replied.”Anytime.” Tim responded.”Searching for sleep i see.” The man asked.”Yup,the same old,I’m Tim..and you are?” Tim asked him timidly.The old man took a long drag of his cigarette and looked up towards the sky.”I’m Arthur,what brings you to Stonybrooks Tim?.” Arthur said exhaling. ”Umm actually my dad had property here,i just wanted to check it out.” Tim said.Arthur took another drag from the smoke and looked towards the sea. “How long have you been working here?” Tim walked besides Arthur and faced the cool breeze of the sea. “Long enough..when people used to be people,when terrors were more known.” Arthur said in a daze. “Okay..How expensive is this to run?” Tim asked pointing towards the lighthouse.Arthur took his last drag and threw the cigarette butt in the shrubbery around.

He looked towards Tim for an awkward amount of time and said,”A fortune to run ,but without it all hell will break loose.”Arthur said in a melancholy tone.”I didn’t know ships still relied on lighthouses,this seems pretty irregular to me, with all those GPS and SONAR technologies..” Tim was interrupted “Tim..The ships don’t need this lighthouse,its the people of Stonybrooks,They’ll suffer if the light ever goes out.”Arthur said with sadness on his face.

Daily Prompt: Flee

Flee

She took out her pocket watch and started calculating how much time she had.The beauty of the watch could not escape her eyes ,the watch belonged to her father,a complicated figure.A man of ideals,a man of morals,stubbornness which seemed to have passed down to her.He died a traitors death executed by his own fellow men,tricked and set up by the fat regime which he had served for the past 30 years.She began to boil with rage ,her eyes welled with tears.She wiped her eyes with her sleeve,the action followed with determination.her father deserved justice ,he deserved more than the wretched death he was given.Those savages must be held accountable for such an abominable act.

Her chain of thought was broken by the nearby alarm.She returned the watch to her pocket,Stood up and walked towards the edge of the roof.It seemed that the guards had just discovered the body, they started to yell.Reinforcements were not far behind.She took out a silver locket out of her bag and tied her hair in a ponytail.she cranked her boots until steam was pouring out of the metallic joints.she pulled on her cowl covering her face,fastened the goggles.The sound of footsteps got closer and closer and there was a loud bang on the roof door.They didn’t have the time to try keys on the lock.She looked back towards the approaching onslaught of guards.

To  achieve justice she had to be ruthless,she had to shed blood .There were no easy ways,no alternatives,no excuses.She had started from the tail of the snake and was now almost near its head.She could feel it,she had the answers now,but to achieve her goal she needed to escape.She needed to flee.She jumped over the edge of the rooftop as the guards almost reached her.The guards drew their pistols,shooting but failing to hurt the flying girl.A faint smile lit up the girls face.She was close.

via Daily Prompt: Flee

[WP] Time travelers keep trying to assassinate you. After their most recent attempt, you finally discover the reason they’re after you.

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“Coffee,black”

“Anything else?”

“No thanks”

“Okay then,have a good day.”

“You too”

I took my coffee and walked towards the table near the window and sat on the chair.i rested my scorching cup on the table and took out my phone.it notified me that i had only 15 percent battery left,i sighed and returned it to my pocket.I took a sip from the cup and burned my tongue a little bit on the lava java.I gazed out of the window,people were rushing on the streets ,talking on their phones checking their emails on those small screens.My eyes scanned the outside and landed on him.There he was again.I kept seeing this man every day ,he had a very peculiar sense of fashion ,always wore a dark black jumpsuit and donned a fedora.I have been seeing this gentleman for past 2 weeks,even if he is not there, there will always be someone with the same getup,they seem like something out of a popular dance group.As i looked at him he immediately slinked away into the alleyway behind .My panic levels started rising.I got up from the table,took my coffee and headed towards the door.As i was about to open it,a girl sitting next to the door blocked it with her leg and stopped it from opening.

“What the hell are you doing?.” i demanded.

“You can leave now but you’ll be dead in the next twenty minutes,unless you let me help you.”she replied.

“What are you talking about”i questioned her.

“You saw the jumpsuits right?”she asked me.

“Jumpsuits?”i replied with a puzzled look.

“Yeah ,you can’t tell me that you haven’t noticed them,i mean they are getting pretty brave with their methods.” she explained.

I let go of the door handle and walked towards her table,i sat in front of her and took a sip of the sweet black nectar that bestowed me a instantaneous calming effect.

“OK,you are right, i have seen them and they always seem to be where i am, at work,shops, even the fucking dog park.You know something about this” i said.

“Those people you see are travelers” she replied.

“Travelers …as in” i asked her.

“Time travelers” she replied in a ‘matter of factly’ way.

Time travelers? Is this a prank ,or is she the local psycho.I was about to interrupt her but then i realized why not listen to this ,it may be some good entertainment.

“I’m not some kind of psycho if you are wondering,nor I’m a crazy person”She read my mind.

“I didn’t say you were” i tried to save myself

“Aah but you thought of it.”she said with a smile on her face.

“Okay you know what just tell me what you were going to tell me or let me leave” i thought giving her this ultimatum would speed things up.

“Im just going to cut through the chase ,those people or “Jumpsuits” as we call them in our time,are hired assassins ,they specialize in trans dimensional murder,they even have a big organization which help some extremely rich people get rid of someone in the past.” she explained.

“You said ‘our time’ that means you are also from that time, how am i supposed to believe that?” i asked her as i took a sip from the cup.

“Well do you believe this?”

She pulled out a rectangular glass and kept it on the table.She then touched the glass and a hologram appeared on the table.It had a news article which stated “Kate Jervaston is the new president of the united republic of Karmania.” Jervaston,that was my last name who is this person, i searched for the date it was dated 26 January 2118. That was roughly 100 years from now i looked at the girl “What does all of this mean?”i asked her.

“Well you see the president in this news article is your granddaughter,i was appointed to protect the president at all costs,I received a very disturbing call which stated that the president’s existence was in jeopardy and i should hurry solving this mess before it was too late.”

I started to process all this information.

”I know how all of this sounds ,you don’t have to take a decision right now,just come with me,we have to pick up one more person.”

“One more person? who?”

“Your wife.”

Wife? i didn’t even have a girlfriend let alone a wife.she got up started to leave.

“Hey wait a minute.”i followed her out of the shop.

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I started this blog to get better at writing ,i really like to build worlds and stories inside my head but I’m very bad at bringing them to life by writing them down.In order  to encourage myself to write i have started this site,this will include mainly short stories and will also include frequent writing prompts from Reddit.If you liked,hated or had any feeling while reading my writing please leave a comment.I will try my hardest to post everyday.If you have a interesting short stories blog please leave a link in the comments.Lastly i would like to say that im very new at WordPress and writing ,so if you find any errors or faults please inform so i can fix them.I hope you enjoy my writing and if you don’t, i hope i get better at it.

I would like to end this with one of many good lines from the novel Name of the Wind by Patrick Rothfuss:“Words are pale shadows of forgotten names. As names have power, words have power. Words can light fires in the minds of men. Words can wring tears from the hardest hearts.”