ur Floating Thoughts #13 (by Sudipta): Paper Boats

Author: Novus Lectio

Title:  

Genre: Short Story


 

He held the pen with awe and admiration. It was a legend in the brotherhood, it held memories worthy to kill for. Now that it was in his possession he could write his own destiny. But for the pen to be his, he needs to get rid of the legitimate owner first. A smile crept across his ugly face. In the meantime, he also needs to flee to a more secure location. He went out of the room and crossed the patio carefully not to be seen. But he didn’t know that his fate was sealed from the moment he stepped out of the room with the pen in his left hand.
It was almost dark outside, a tall figure could have been seen trying to make its way into the main hall. The hard part was done according to him, he needed a few more steps and he would be outside. He was halfway to the door when he felt a pain in his chest. He screamed placing his right hand on his heart. He stopped short expecting someone to rush into the hall. But a silence of death surrounded him. He was a few steps away from the door, but he didn’t dare to move. He felt the change, something was not right. He could feel the air cooling, the sound of his breath was louder than the night’s whispers. He looked at The Pen still in his left hand, and there he understood it all. The magical ink was getting into him, turning his blood into ink. He tried to throw the pen, but his hand wouldn’t open. His heart beat faster, the sudden freezing air was burning his lungs, he ran for the door, as soon as he touched the door handle with his right hand, the cold burning sensation made him scream even louder. He couldn’t take his hand off the door as it was too freezing for that.

Too late…

The power of the Pen was more than he could handle. It was using his blood to destroy him. He couldn’t feel his body anymore. The ink was poisoning his heart and brain while the cold was freezing the entire hall. He screamed for help the last time before falling into an eternal sleep, while the Pen used his last drop of blood to write his Master’s destiny.

 


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Author: Novus Lectio

Title:  

Genre: Short Story


 

He held the pen with awe and admiration. It was a legend in the brotherhood, it held memories worthy to kill for. Now that it was in his possession he could write his own destiny. But for the pen to be his, he needs to get rid of the legitimate owner first. A smile crept across his ugly face. In the meantime, he also needs to flee to a more secure location. He went out of the room and crossed the patio carefully not to be seen. But he didn’t know that his fate was sealed from the moment he stepped out of the room with the pen in his left hand.
It was almost dark outside, a tall figure could have been seen trying to make its way into the main hall. The hard part was done according to him, he needed a few more steps and he would be outside. He was halfway to the door when he felt a pain in his chest. He screamed placing his right hand on his heart. He stopped short expecting someone to rush into the hall. But a silence of death surrounded him. He was a few steps away from the door, but he didn’t dare to move. He felt the change, something was not right. He could feel the air cooling, the sound of his breath was louder than the night’s whispers. He looked at The Pen still in his left hand, and there he understood it all. The magical ink was getting into him, turning his blood into ink. He tried to throw the pen, but his hand wouldn’t open. His heart beat faster, the sudden freezing air was burning his lungs, he ran for the door, as soon as he touched the door handle with his right hand, the cold burning sensation made him scream even louder. He couldn’t take his hand off the door as it was too freezing for that.

Too late…

The power of the Pen was more than he could handle. It was using his blood to destroy him. He couldn’t feel his body anymore. The ink was poisoning his heart and brain while the cold was freezing the entire hall. He screamed for help the last time before falling into an eternal sleep, while the Pen used his last drop of blood to write his Master’s destiny.

 


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Author: Sudipta Kumar Dash
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Title:  Paper Boats

Genre: Poetry


The paper boat is floating
Swinging side to side
On the stream of rainwater
Uncertain of the destination
Unaware of the consequences
It is sailing towards oblivion.

The wind is trying to topple it
The water is trying to crumble it,
The stream is strong,
But its will can’t be deteriorated,
It is not indestructible
Still, it has survived, yet.

His heart is pure,
Eyes are so dreamy,
Hopes and aspirations are
Flowing with the boat,
Not letting it drown,
Till reality strikes.

The base is tearing,
Sides are tired down,
Spirit is breaking rapidly,
Trying desperately to hold on,
The fall is coming,
Big dip, all will be gone.

His hand reappears,
The one that built it,
Pulls it from the waters,
Unfolds it, repairs it,
Recreates the magic,
And the paper boat rebirths.

 


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10 comments

  1. Wow! I can totally relate to this…
    I spent my whole childhood in Kolkata where it’s common that water will fill the lanes & even the ground floor of your house when it rains heavily! Although the elders of the house cursed the rain all the children including me enjoyed that time with our paper boats & I remember how hard we all tried to save our boats! Thanks for bringing back those lovely memories ☺

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