Literary Lion: Bleeding

Fight is like trapeze artist performing well-rehearsed act. Nimble body is much more powerful than stronger one.

He was about to approach exit door when suddenly it flew open in his face, knocking him down to white parquet floor of the operating room accompanied by white washed out walls. When he gained the focus he observed the abomination of human body in terms of size and muscle blocking the entire doorframe. He could not make out his exit without fighting this giant. Next moment, giant brought down his sledgehammer; thudding and cracking the tiles from where he slides away seconds before. Enraged, spittle flinging about everywhere with thin strands of saliva gleaming like cob web, Giant got frenzied; whizzing and cracking whatever lay in front of him. He dragged, shuffled, slide across floor; avoiding blow after blow till something rubbed against his arm.

He took hold of scalpel rubbing against his elbow and got hold of himself from defending position to attacking. Upon witnessing the mockery of weapon against his own, big monster smiled. He smiled in return. Giant swung the sledgehammer in wide arc, He backpedaled, swiveled gracefully like a dancer and with one quick jab made long incision on the back of giant. Big guy didn’t flinch at all and continued flurry of attacks. But he was prepared. He was like feather floating in air; feet barely touching the ground. Circling around out of reach of hammer; Swirling with scalpel glinting in delight of taste of blood; vaulting over to jab a puncture at back; sliding under the downward arc of hammer and between the legs to slice the massive thighs; almost kissed but never to be touched by sledgehammer. And this waltzing continued for a while.

Another swing. Miss. One more cut.

Swing. Miss. Stab.

Swing. Swing. Swing. Cut. Jab. Nick.

And then he waited. Moment by moment swing of the hammer got reduced until there was no more swing. Giant rested both his hand on hammer, kneeling down with no strength left to land one more blow.

“Please. Kill me.” Giant uttered. His massive body oozing out large amount of blood through countless numbers of incisions and cuts.

“I already did.” With those word he made exit; leaving giant bleeding to death.


Thanks Laura Gabrielle Feasey for initiating such a lovely flash-fiction where one needs to come up with less than 400 words write-up on given topic.

Flash Fiction word: Bleeding.

Literary Lion: Escape

I need to kill the target before I leave for that marriage function I have to attend.

No one should know about this. I have to plan and execute without fail.

I crouched beside peripheral bush, tracking movements of each patrolling officer.

Two at the main gate. One patrolling inner courtyard. I can spot two more at portico guarding the main entrance. There might be possibility of another at back courtyard.

Few more minutes elapsed. With every move and kill planned in mind, I moved along the shadows of shrubbery when I heard something which froze my blood and body same time.

Was it barking? They have dogs. This changed everything.

Before I took out my Beretta with suppressor in ready position to fix the situation, Rottweiler had pranced in front of me out of the bush.

I had to put bullet before this beast raise the alarm.

“C’mon. We are getting late. Shut the thing off.”

I was compromised. Slight distraction and Rottweiler jumped on me with all its might and took the arm cleanly off.

I put down the controller and got ready for my social duty unwittingly.

“Don’t say anything at the function like you play games.”

“Why not.”

“Don’t embarrass me please. What do they think of you? It’s not the age. ”.

“Why do they release 18+ titles if they intend for only kids.”

“Whatever but don’t say it.”

But that is what I do best. That is the world where I could be absolutely top of my game. That is the world which has done more good than this social gatherings. At least that imaginary world has decency to reward those who have the potential to progress ahead, those who master through hard-work and learning. How could they laugh at me when they don’t realize how difficult and calculating all the stuff when you go for tactical combat. When you choose to invade nation without proper resource planning. Though I interact, eat, sleep and drink, that is the world where I live. It’s not escape. This is my brief respite and escape before I return back to my own.


Thanks Laura Gabrielle Feasey for initiating such a lovely flash-fiction where one needs to come up with less than 400 words write-up on given topic.

Flash Fiction word: Escape.

Literary Lion: Space


“Before the thing out there kill me I have to testify my theory.”

Running through dark and claustrophobic corridors of his high-tech advanced research lab, David can only conjure up image of him being caught and lost in some alien spaceship. It has been two weeks when something has invaded their research lab and killing everyone. No one had chance to identify or whoever done that was now no longer alive.

They were so near to success. Only obstacle was to clear that space-time continuum drift problem. They couldn’t manage to come with solution even after so many genius minds involved. Being labeled as “secret research” they did not have comfort of having external help. They were about to throw the towel when David had this sudden spark of tweaking some variables involved. Precisely at that moment series of unnatural death has terrorized this little scientific community.

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Even before someone could spread the word or get the news out, everyone was efficiently picked and dispatched except David. Now facing sudden death any moment, David could only think of applying his solution which would be his pinnacle achievement and might present way to cheat death. He entered one massive lab space mostly occupied with large contraption sat in the center of hall. He tweaked few dials, entered few commands to the super-computer attached, entered into one human-size pod and prayed for his success.

“If this thing works than I can still get what I always wanted. Time-machine was always my brainchild. I was the one who initiated the project. I should be the one who end it. More than prize and praise, I will hold ultimate power with invention of this Time-Machine.”

One large flash and everything bathed into bright blinding light. Somewhere space-time fabric tore. David could sense passing through space filled with dark matter.

When he opened his eyes he was there in his lab but he could hear sound of others celebrating something. While silently observing the milling of his fellow scientists he could perceive his own image there among them. This was two weeks back. David can remember it. With devilish thought forming in his mind he deduced the success.

“Now only thing I have to do is kill everyone one by one except me.”


Thanks Laura Gabrielle Feasey for providing inspiration and cause to put up my writing skill on run from it’s initial lazy state.

Flash Fiction word: Space