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The Royal Butler

“Stop calling me Princess!”, she yelled. “I apologise my future queen”, I replied promptly. “Stop calling me that too!!”, Was her frustrated reply. I decide it was best not to argue with the princess and left her chambers with a quick bow.

Even though I have been the princess’s personal butler for a long time. Her present rebellious phase has become a little difficult to handle. Nothing I won’t be able to handle for sure! After all, I am the best in my business.

Working for the royal family had always been my dream since I was a child. Actually, it was being a royal first but then when I figured that was too much wishful thinking, I moved on to the second best option.

I love the idea of being near a royal, the grandeur, the sense of superiority, the different protocols that establish that superiority. Even though I wasn’t a royalty, I was still better than the normal civilian people. I had my luxurious quarters, I get to keep a host of royal secrets, most of all I get to be closer to the princess.

The princess was an absolute beauty with her shimmering hair that flowed like liquid gold. Her skin so soft, so supple, so youthful. Her smile displayed that perfectly aligned pearly set of teeth with a certain kindness that graced her mesmerizing eyes. She indeed was the absolute perfection.

She looked more angelic than angels to me. I was utterly, madly in love with her. I know it is wrong but her charm, her grace, everything about her had entranced me into developing this forbidden affection towards her. At times, I could tell that she felt the same about me.

As I checked into her chamber again to collect her dinner plates. I saw that she hadn’t even touched her dinner yet. She just looked at me with those dazzling eyes and I knew that she wanted me to feed her. I know this was wrong but I couldn’t resist. I moved a chair closer to her bed and started to feed her. She seemed really surprised that I understood her hint but she readily complied. And we sat there gleefully, looking into each other’s eyes as she timidly ate all her dinner.

Just as I stood up, the princess did something rather unexpected. She reached for my hand and pulled me closer towards her. Before I could even process what was happening she stabbed me on my arm with a nail I didn’t recall her possessing. I howled in pain, for it wasn’t only physical but felt like the nail had pierced through my heart instead of my arm which had already become bloody. I couldn’t understand how she had loosened her restraints as she tried to stagger towards the door.

Despite her legs being rather weak from the lack of use for more than a month, she was quicker than I thought. I felt frustration bubble inside me. How do they always get away? Everytime, I take measures to make sure they don’t get away, but somehow they do. Now that she has gone rogue, I have to catch her before she can escape. Despite the searing pain in my arm, I rushed behind her with the knife that I always kept with me.

Given how she was weak and filled with fear, she was sure to be caught by me. She ran like a panicked gazelle who was trying to outrun a hungry lion. She couldn’t beat me at my own game. As I did catch up with her, I hesitated a little. Her pleading eyes were filled with fear, panic and a bit of regret. But it had to be done, it was her fault anyway.

With this in mind, I stabbed her – multiple times. I stabbed her until my arms felt weak and I couldn’t anymore. With the fourth princess also failing to meet my expectations, I was rightfully frustrated beyond anything.

As I prepared to disassemble the girl’s body inorder to dispose of it, I became more determined than ever to pull it off right the next time. Sure, it was going to be very difficult to find a blonde girl beautiful enough to play my princess but I will find her. And this time – I won’t fail. I won’t let the next princess join this girl’s fate so soon.

After all, it has been my unattainable dream, my fantasy, my secret vice, my passion. I won’t abandon it so easily. This time around, I’ll be more careful. I’ll be better. I’ll surely pull this off. After all, who is to say that the fifth time won’t be the charm?

This one is a little shorter than usual. Do comment your thoughts on it and don’t forget to share!

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Mother didn’t approve

Zohra was really nervous as she spoke to her best friend Hannah. Her mother never did like it when she talked to her. She didn’t quite understand why though. Hannah was her best friend-her only friend infact.

It had been only a year since she came here from Afghanistan, it was a little too much to handle really. Making friends was especially hard for her when she spoke ‘funny’ around others and well was different from them. Hannah was very kind to her though, she talked to her and welcomed her into her house with open arms. Yet, mother didn’t approve.

Mother always talked of how this is just temporary, they will go back to their home soon. She talked of the beautiful fields, the hills and how fun it would be once they return. Initially, Zohra believed her ardently, but as time went by she felt her faith diminishing. She wanted to accept her fate and start here again, with Hannah and more like her. Yet, mother didn’t approve.

Maybe it was because, how Hannah didn’t wear hijab like a good girl should. Or how she didn’t pray like Zohra did. Zohra always wondered. Mother always ignored Hannah when she saw them in a room playing. She never spoke to her, never even addressed her directly. It was unsettling to Zohra. She’d tried asking mother why she blatantly ignored Hannah but was fearful of the consequences. Mother had always been her support, she adored all her friends back in Afghanistan. Hannah was a nice girl too. Yet, mother didn’t approve.

She still remembers the day it all started-vividly. Zohra was on her way home from school when the school bus suddenly exploded. Before, she could even comprehend what happened everything was black. When she finally woke up next, her whole life had been turned upside down. She was in a different country, in a hospital gown, her face was heavily disfigured and one of her legs had been damaged so much, it had to be amputated. She couldn’t believe anything that was happening to her.

She was terrified. She couldn’t understand a thing these foreigners spoke. She eventually realized that she was the foreigner here in a strange land far away from home. Apparently, Zohra had been lucky to survive the attack but needed immediate medical help. Some NGO, she couldn’t quite grasp the name, flew her here for further treatment and rehabilitation.

It was all too overwhelming; she wanted her mother. She wanted to go back to the way everything was before all of this. A few days in the hospital, a woman promised she would find her mother. A few days later she still hadn’t heard from her when she saw her mother by her side sitting on the chair. She couldn’t believe herself she had gotten at least her mother back.

Mother disapproved of a lot of things, her talking to anyone about her past and now Hannah. Despite feeling guilty about disregarding her mother’s instructions, she loved playing and reading with Hannah. The more she started liking this place and making new friends, the more aggressive mother had become. Now it had come to the point where she would get scars on a weekly basis. Simply, because mother didn’t approve.

The doctors around her grew concerned. They would keep monitoring her and for some reason didn’t believe anything when she talked about her mother. Zohra’s recent visit to the counselor were the most confusing. Why wouldn’t it be? That lady spoke outrageous things!

She said her mother didn’t exist. She said her mother already passed away in Afghanistan. She said what she presumed to be her mother was just a figment of her imagination. She said that Zohra was using her imagination to deal with all the pain. She said her mother never did hurt her, she was hurting her herself. She- This was just too much for her. What she said couldn’t be true at all! How could it? When mother was standing just beside the woman glaring at her!

It just didn’t make any sense. Surely, they wanted to separate her from mother somehow! As the lady droned on and on, her mother shushed her to keep quiet. She couldn’t make a scene here now. Mother surely didn’t approve.

As the lady finished with her talking, Zohra promised to take the prescribed pills. Zohra also promised her that she would talk to someone the next time she sees mother. She didn’t like faking promises but she couldn’t just tell her that mother was standing just beside her now, could she? Finally, the lady buzzed for help and a nurse helped her out to Hannah and her mom.

Hannah helped her into the car and her mother started driving back to their place. She knew she couldn’t take the pills, mother wouldn’t approve. She also felt really guilty fake promising Hannah’s mum that she would. She had been nothing but loving and caring to her since day one. At times, she really wanted to hug her and return her affection but she knew she couldn’t. Because just like with Hannah; Mother didn’t approve.

This was a relatively difficult piece to write and it was coming really long so I had cut it short. Anywho, thanks for reading, would love to hear feedback from you. Don’t forget to share though!!

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Time To Sleep

Coming to think of it, it was really silly how she ended up here clicking photos of Mr. Radison’s apartment.

When she moved to this tiny suburb a month ago, it was a pretty big change for her. Shelby, her mother was recently divorced and too busy juggling multiple jobs to help her get accustomed. Lily had to make friends on her own now. How she couldn’t wait to be an adult! Adults could do whatever they wanted. Nobody cared about twelve year olds anyway. Her mum hadn’t asked her opinion about moving in here. This proved nobody cared!

Making friends was a little difficult when the neighbourhood kids silently stand in the distance and judge you. It annoyed her. There was little she could do to change that though. A few more friendless days later, she got an idea. She could have a party! Her mother was hardly home, her house was in the very corner of the street. There was only one other house next to it. And Mr. Radison was hardly ever home either.

It was at this party that everything started. Sipping through the coke, Melanie asked, “So, how is it living beside the Horrendous Horton?” “The who?”, she inquired. “Oh, Mr. Radison silly! Your creepy neighbour”, replied Melanie. Lily didn’t think of Mr. Radison as creepy. He even greeted her yesterday while driving out to work! How could such a friendly man be creepy! The others didn’t agree though. They had built up various non-sensical myths around him. They believed he was absolutely nuts! She realized it was the classic Boo Radley scenario. For the sake of winning over her new friends, she proposed an idea.

The idea was very simple and very illegal. She would wait for Mr. Radison to get to work and enter his house through the backdoor. She would click a few pictures and bring them back to the girls as proof that Mr. Radison wasn’t really so horrendous. Boo Radley did nothing but help Scout and Jem. Mr. Radison was a nice person, just misunderstood like Boo Radley was.

She would clear his name just like Scout did and in turn gain more friends! A fool-proof plan! The girls didn’t think so. They worried it was dangerous and advised her to not go forth with the plan. They didn’t want anything to do with him. She promised them not to go, but did so with her fingers crossed behind her back. She would show them that she was right.

She decided to go forth with her plan today after meticulous spying on Mr. Radison’s whereabouts for almost a week.  She knew he would be back by 6 in the evening and she would be long gone by then. Lily just needed 15 minutes-20 at most. Getting in was simple, and here she was braving her way and clicking pictures of Horrendous Horton’s living room!

She made her way towards the stairs when the basement door caught her eye. Giving little thought to it, she went into the basement. Her feet thudded against the wooden stairs and the cold air somehow felt very pungent. This was not why she froze though! She hadn’t expected to hear a shriek that rattled her. She rushed towards the sound.

There, on the darkest corner of the basement was a woman, with all of her limbs tied. She looked ragged and starving. She was lying on the cold hard ground half clothed surrounded by half-finished plates and other random things laden hap-hazardly. The sight in front of her chilled her to the bones.

The woman started sobbing,’’ Please help me, call the police. Please, you don’t have much time. Please just call the police!!”  This brought Lily out of her shock, she hurried towards the lady and started untying her. “No, no! Just call the police! Fast! Tell them to come here. There is no time for this, he is already coming!!”, the lady sobbed. “But I don’t have a phone with me now. Let me take you to my place first and then we can call the police from there”, replied Lily furiously tugging away at her constraints. The woman still insisted quite urgently that she go away and call the cops first! Lily was confused but complied. She ran up the stairs and opened the basement door. Before she realized what had happened, it all turned black.

Horton hit her right on the temple with a baseball bat. She was completely knocked out. Him waiting quietly for her to get up here had worked well. Setting up cameras around his house was a great idea too. Dragging her body down the basement, he looked maliciously at Sarah. Sarah pleaded,” Please let the poor girl go. She might not even remember anything; she hasn’t done anything wrong. Please don’t kill her! She is just a child!”  

Horton chuckled, “My darling Sarah! You know I can’t risk anyone finding you. You are all I have and they will take you away! Lily was a good girl but sadly her time has come. It is her time to sleep. She has to go to sleep. When she wakes up in heaven, I am sure she will understand. I had no other choice. I have no other choice.”

Despite Sarah’s constant pleading she knew that this little girl was doomed. This monster hadn’t let go of her for five years and wasn’t about to start now. She felt so helpless about her situation about the little girl, yet there was little she could do. She hated- no loathed absolutely everything about this situation! Yet there was nothing she could do except regret ever trying to give directions to a stranger. She could do nothing now.

He came down with an axe to finish the deed- in front of her! He wanted her to look, she couldn’t. How could she! She closed her eyes as tight as she could, he would not have it though. He forced her to look as he started up his process, whistling and singing as he axed. He decapitated the girl first, put the head in a jar. He would bury it in his basement. The rest was easy, albeit a little messy. Chopping up her limbs and her body to pieces, he collected them and wrapped them in individual pieces to be buried in different parts of his backyard. The deed was done. Her sense of morose emptiness could not be replaced. She could not help but dearly hope for her ‘time to sleep’ to come soon.

So, here is another one. This one is a bit longer and I hope it was worth your while!

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The Prisoner

The boots made little noise as they touched the snow-covered ground. The fresh dewy snow didn’t make a thick layer on the ground quite yet, but it was enough to leave his boot-prints for them to catch. If he continued on the roads, it would be quite easy to track him. As it is, he had been running long enough now- almost 4 straight miles. He had to stop and think of a better path. With fear still coursing through his veins, he paused to catch his breath.

The moon shimmered in the barren night-sky, half peeking through the few dark clouds shadowing it. The trees in front of him stood tall and proud almost as if mocking him. He looked around and realized both sides of the roads were covered with lush canopies so thick that they hardly let snow down on the ground. He tried to get his bearings straight and analyse which direction to go next. Did it really matter though? He shrugged and jumped right; into the ruddy ground of the woods.

Running in the woods was easier than the snow-covered roads. He was faster here, albeit a little noisier. It didn’t matter though. He was so far out in the woods now, there was little chance of someone waking up from the noises. The pitch darkness that had swallowed him when he entered the woods seemed to be unending. The farther he went, the darker it got. Still, he ran. It wasn’t the darkness that scared him. It was the noises in his head. He was trying his hardest to not focus on the noises on them. The rustle of the leaves, the sound of his boots hitting the ground and the occasional hooting of the owl somewhere around him. He urged himself to focus on these.

He had to pause yet again to catch his breath and to his left, saw darkness that was even more opaque. He had gotten accustomed to the night around him, but this seemed more denser than usual. Stupidly, he reached closer to investigate. With anticipation and anxiousness cloaking him, he walked closer, slowly until he realized it was just a tiny cave. He felt foolish and relieved simultaneously. After inspecting the tiny cave and finding it safe enough, he decided to sleep in for the remainder of the night. He would require all his strength tomorrow. He sat down resting his back on the cave wall and fished his pocket for the cigarette pack he had stolen earlier. There were only three left, the matches weren’t in good number either. Still, he didn’t just crave a smoke now, he needed it.

As he took a long drag in, he could feel the nicotine calming his mind and the soothing smoke filling his lungs. Resting his hands on his knees, he realized just how quiet it was in this little place. It didn’t help. It just made the voices in his head clearer. He could not take it anymore. He slumped his head on his hands and before he knew it, he was crying- bawling really. He was crying so hard his vision had blurred. With tears running through his flustered cheeks he remembered. He remembered and he regretted. But what use was this lamenting now anyway? What happened- what he had done; couldn’t be undone. There was nothing he could do except regret. And boy did he regret.

Regret- it engulfed him; it coiled around him slowly like a snake crushing him with its power. He never realized how strong the feeling of regret was until now when it was all he could feel. It was getting harder to breathe now, but he knew there was no cure for regret. He would just have to exist with this heaviness strangling his heart, slowly killing his soul within. He would just have to live with it.

This is just a short blurb that I had in mind. Do share your feedback for the same. Thanks for reading!

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