Hey guys....here I'm back again. I'm here to tell you that some of my completed works are now available in pdf format. I'm going to put them down here. If you are really interested in reading any of them, please let me know, either through orkut, or through mail, or even here as a comment. Aside...also put your email id for the convenience of sending.....Just make sure that it doesn't go off hands....The copyright will be mine alone.
Novels
1. I Am Kalki Part 1-Formation of Kalki
2. Killer X
3. What I Felt Part 1-The Story
4. Aspects of Life
Short Stories
1. Joanna
2. 5 phases with her
Dramas
1. The passion of Valentine
2. India before and after independence
3. Confessions of a criminal
Short Film Scripts
1. Sophie
2. Bunch of roses
3. Few bottles and a smile
And these are my projects for next year
The Thief-Novel-Due next April
Jewish Girl-Due next May
14 February 2010
04 February 2010
Joanna
This is a short story, which I ought to complete soon. And here is the first chapter. Frankly speaking, I still don't know how the idea got into me. But it feels great, and so I have the first chapter for all.
1. Confrontation
She crawled more back when she saw them move towards her. She didn’t scream, nor did she cry. But she was certain in the steps she made, even when she moved silently. And the four men eyed her in the way no one would, with eyes that were crueler than ever
“It will be a great day for you, I promise.” said one among them, who had a smile wider than that of others, “Just let us have you, and we will give you heaven.” The vive was small, but inside the tunnel, it was big.
“Cut the crap, Sam!” snapped a bearded man with them, “Someone may come.”
“No one will come here, Brad! No one.” said the third guy, with just a moustache.
“But it is safe to finish it off right now.” Brad was tensed. He may have never done it in an alley.
Sam looked at him, and then at the girl, who was not more than 23. She was still cornered. He smiled and said, “Alright then! We will do it in the hard way.” She looked at her bag, which was a distance away. He smiled and said, “We will get you cleaned, don’t worry about it. Just cooperate. Brad! You first.”
Brad smirked and walked towards her. Her eyes were rigid. The other three smiled and walked to the turn, to enjoy only the sounds.
For a minute they waited, for a sound, a cry or a series of panting. But there was nothing for a moment. And suddenly they heard a scream…of Brad!
They didn’t understand what was going on. They ran back to the turn, to watch out what had happened.
The lady was standing, and she held a screw driver. The pointed edge was in his neck, and he wasn’t able to make further noise. She pulled it out and watched him fall, and with blood soaked eyes, watched the other three, shocked in disbelief. And then, she was smiling.
My name is Joanna. I am 23. I am beautiful and blonde. And I let no men near me. My name is Joanna. I am scared of men, everyone to be precise, for they never look into my eyes. And I see them, right into their eyes, read what they want, and give it accordingly.
This isn’t the first time. I had started when I was 10. I am never scared to fight; my only fear is of losing. I don’t know if it is right or wrong, all I know is that what I am doing is right for me now.
My name is Joanna. I am a criminal.
She watched the last man struggle and stop beneath her legs. She watched him silently, and wiped off the blood on the screw driver and looked around. She then pulled the body and took it back to the tunnel.
Soon the four bodies were placed one over the other inside the deep tunnel. She didn’t hesitate further. She stripped off her blood soaked clothes. In the coldness, she stood bare skin, and placed her clothes over them.
She moved to her bag and took put a small bottle filled with some inflammable liquid. She poured it whole on them, and then lit a fire by her lighter. She watched them burn.
The meat didn’t bother her. She took out her clothes from the bag and then moved out of the tunnel, to the river, to take a bathe.
What makes a criminal?
Greed. Ambition. Fear. Want.
What kills a criminal?
Revenge.
P.S. I have finished the whole story. If anyone wants it, please send me your email ID, and I shall send the whole story, Joanna
1. Confrontation
She crawled more back when she saw them move towards her. She didn’t scream, nor did she cry. But she was certain in the steps she made, even when she moved silently. And the four men eyed her in the way no one would, with eyes that were crueler than ever
“It will be a great day for you, I promise.” said one among them, who had a smile wider than that of others, “Just let us have you, and we will give you heaven.” The vive was small, but inside the tunnel, it was big.
“Cut the crap, Sam!” snapped a bearded man with them, “Someone may come.”
“No one will come here, Brad! No one.” said the third guy, with just a moustache.
“But it is safe to finish it off right now.” Brad was tensed. He may have never done it in an alley.
Sam looked at him, and then at the girl, who was not more than 23. She was still cornered. He smiled and said, “Alright then! We will do it in the hard way.” She looked at her bag, which was a distance away. He smiled and said, “We will get you cleaned, don’t worry about it. Just cooperate. Brad! You first.”
Brad smirked and walked towards her. Her eyes were rigid. The other three smiled and walked to the turn, to enjoy only the sounds.
For a minute they waited, for a sound, a cry or a series of panting. But there was nothing for a moment. And suddenly they heard a scream…of Brad!
They didn’t understand what was going on. They ran back to the turn, to watch out what had happened.
The lady was standing, and she held a screw driver. The pointed edge was in his neck, and he wasn’t able to make further noise. She pulled it out and watched him fall, and with blood soaked eyes, watched the other three, shocked in disbelief. And then, she was smiling.
My name is Joanna. I am 23. I am beautiful and blonde. And I let no men near me. My name is Joanna. I am scared of men, everyone to be precise, for they never look into my eyes. And I see them, right into their eyes, read what they want, and give it accordingly.
This isn’t the first time. I had started when I was 10. I am never scared to fight; my only fear is of losing. I don’t know if it is right or wrong, all I know is that what I am doing is right for me now.
My name is Joanna. I am a criminal.
She watched the last man struggle and stop beneath her legs. She watched him silently, and wiped off the blood on the screw driver and looked around. She then pulled the body and took it back to the tunnel.
Soon the four bodies were placed one over the other inside the deep tunnel. She didn’t hesitate further. She stripped off her blood soaked clothes. In the coldness, she stood bare skin, and placed her clothes over them.
She moved to her bag and took put a small bottle filled with some inflammable liquid. She poured it whole on them, and then lit a fire by her lighter. She watched them burn.
The meat didn’t bother her. She took out her clothes from the bag and then moved out of the tunnel, to the river, to take a bathe.
What makes a criminal?
Greed. Ambition. Fear. Want.
What kills a criminal?
Revenge.
P.S. I have finished the whole story. If anyone wants it, please send me your email ID, and I shall send the whole story, Joanna
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