Here she comes.

“Come to me,
Close in on me.
Yes! She comes.
Here she comes,
but does she?”

All day and all night, I waited.
Blamed myself, it was me who I hated.

I showed her the way,
Through the labyrinth of walls that none could slay.

Cocooned by a shell, my loner heart,
Her claws were the one to rupture it apart.

Her lips; they touched my skin.
In places the believers would call it a sin.

I remember the time we had our last kiss,
I still wonder if ever she looks back to reminisce its bliss?

She left me for my fallen glory,
She left me, since I couldn’t get the trophy.

Losers are what she loathed,
But even a winner turns a loser once he has gloated.

A shame I didn’t have a strong will,
Now I wait with patience to be executed by the thrill.

The headlights they’re blinding me,
The weight, the velocity, the crash they’re the factors that set me free.

Finally the train comes and ends my pain,
Since I know there’s nothing left to live and gain.

“Came to me.
Closed in on me.
Yes! She did.
Here she did.”


©The Honest Fabler
©Cover credits- Google Images

Finally, The Blue Sky Tag

Before starting with the longest Blue Sky Tag, I’ll like to thank ShiveeDeepika and Thunder Poet for including me in this beautiful thing called as “The Blue Sky Tag”.

Here are the rules:

  1. Thank the person(people) who nominated you.
  2. Answer their 11 questions.
  3. Tag 11 people.
  4. Give them 11 questions to answer.

My Nominees:

PoetryLover

Aeditme

Sanchali 

Riya Rajjayan

Sanjita

Harsh Jain

Babblings Of A Nobody

Eclipse Stories

Chaos-Xd

Yassy

Pushpa

Since I’ve 33 questions to answer, (I know which would be too long) I’ve chose 5-6 of my favorite questions from the 3 amazing bloggers!

Questions by Deepika:
  • What’s your favourite colour?
    Turquoise. (That’s so unpredictable, right?)
  • How’d you describe yourself in one word?(Also asked by Shivee)
    Sanguine.
  • What is the most precious thing to you in your life?
    A soul and a diary.
  • What do you dislike the most about humans?
    The instinct to judge and ignorance.
  • Tiger or a Lion?  Whom would you like to have an encounter with to make a story?
    I’m intrigued by Lions!
  • Luxurious but stressful life or a non- luxurious happy life?
    I’m living the latter life already. 😛
Questions by Shivee:
  • How old would you be if you didn’t know how old you are?
    Idk, I’ll celebrate my birthday everyday though!
  • Which is your favourite TV show and movie?
    FRIENDS and The Breakfast Club.
  • What is the one life saving advice you could give to someone  from your life experience ?
    Be patient and you’d even see the rock move on its own.

  • Would you rather have power to read 10 times faster or to look 10times more charming/beautiful?
    Is it even a question? Reading 10 * times faster is sooooooo lot cooler than looking more charming.
  • Name the book you are currently reading or have lately read.
    I’m currently reading “Adept” by Robert Finn.
  • What is one great writing advice you would like to give?
    There are many advices, I’d suggest to keep up with the series of tips posted on every Tuesday on my blog.
Questions by Thunder Poet:
  • Would you consider Skydiving or Rock climbing?
    Skydiving, naturally.
  • Werewolf or Vampire?  *wink wink*
    The wink doesn’t help making it easier to choose. But wolves are my spirit animal!
  • Black or White?
    The poetic black.
  • How many imaginary friends do you have? Describe at least one’s personality.
    As a fiction writer I’ve got a huge list of imaginary friends and they’re all my characters.
  • Dog or Wolf?
    Could it be a hybrid? Please.
My Questions:
  1. What is your favorite beverage?
  2. Which mystery author would you recommend us?
  3. Who is your greatest inspiration?
  4. Elaborate the situation where you would be stuck in a lift with your crush.
  5. An advice to fellow bloggers.
  6. Greatest fear?
  7. Day or night?
  8. A long road trip or a short flight?
  9. If you wake up in a stranger’s apartment, what do you think would you possibly be doing the past night?
  10. Bunnies or Pandas?
  11. Would you like living in a populated megacity or a stranded island?

PS- If anyone who doesn’t have their name up the list wants to participate feel free to consider yourself nominated.

Best wishes,
Fabler.

Looking for humanity

“So students, this lesson has
taught us that a falling apple
made man discover Gravity.”
The teacher concluded, closing the textbook.

A student stood up and asked, “If a falling fruit can
make us discover gravity then why can’t the falling bombs
make us discover humanity?”


©Hrishikesh Thakurdesai – A great friend of mine who writes short tales on some of the deepest topics! Be sure to check out his Instagram and Blog!

©Cover credits- Google Images

Occult of Strigoikirk (The Ninth)

Complete parts:

  1. Occult of Strigoikirk(The first)
  2. Occult of Strigoikirk(The Second)
  3. Occult of Strigoikirk(The Third)
  4. Occult of Strigoikirk(The Fourth)
  5. Occult of Strigoikirk(The Fifth)
  6. Occult of Strigoikirk(The Sixth)
  7. Occult of Strigoikirk(The Seventh)
  8. Occult of Strigoikirk(The Eight)
  9. Occult of Strigoikirk (The Ninth)
  10. Occult of Strigoikirk(The Tenth)
  11. Occult of Strigoikirk(Grand Finale)

 


“TEN!” Lonzo shouts the number of Ogres he’s killed and lifts his sword in excitement.
“Crouch.” His comrade warns and shoots the rat faced Ogre with an arrow piercing his heart.

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Rat Ogres alongside Trolls.

“We can do this, brothers. Stay strong!” Says the commander and Lonzo is pleased but the feeling vanishes when he looks at the arriving army of ogres and trolls. We’re still on the frontline. He challenges himself and stands in his stance. For my friends and my life. With his chest wide, he slices the head of upcoming enemies.

**

“There are so many of them.” Aaron’s jaw is left hanging after seeing the number of enemies sitting at a corner waiting for their job to be done by the frontlines of their army.
“How will we even win?” He tilts his head.
“This is what it is. Their numbers are of creatures with power but no skills. Our men are warriors. From a dagger to a magical spell we have it all. Look! The ogres and trolls are all dead.” His mother’s eyes are still closed but Aaron knows she is right the moment he glances at the battlefield.

**

“We’ve won!!!” Lonzo realizes he’s the only one celebrating when everyone else looks at him with a queer look.
“Warrior, it has only begun.” The commander walks up to him and rests a hand on his shoulder. “You’re brave. What is your name, warrior?”
“Lonzo.” He manages to speak from his sweat-drenched helmet.
“Everyone stand at ready, here they come to die. For our families and Lonzo. Yoorah!”

“Yoorah! Yoorah! Yoorah!” The war cry does something, or is it the commander’s touch? Lonzo cannot decide but his adrenaline has increased. The armour is no more heavy, it’s a part of his body, he can move faster; his feet, they feel lighter than before. He raises his sword, but there isn’t one. His sword is replaced by a stick, a polished shiny wooden stick. After a moment’s surprise he realizes what has happened, it is the commander’s stick. He swings it around his body and it leaves behind a trail of star-dust, its halo is calming him.

Balor
Balor

When the first Balor reaches his ranks, Lonzo is the first to attack. He uses the stick to jump over its flaming whip and clings onto the wings with one hand and brings the stick in position with another. As he prepares to smash the Balor with the stick, its end turns into a spear.

 

As soon as the edge touches the scales on the monster, it vaporizes to dust. With a surprised laugh he turns and continues his fight, for he is aware that war won’t stop until every side has lost everything at stake.

**

“Where are we going?” Aaron cannot take the suspense anymore, the queasiness due to the altitude doesn’t help, either.

“Amidst all the havoc the pawns create, their shameless King rests in the solace of his cavern. By his side, the faithful minister whose intellect and power challenge mine. To make you reach out to your father, we’ll have to surpass the minister’s hurdles. Once you meet your father, only you can change the course of war. Only you can talk him out of this or silence him. He trusts you, that’s for sure. And I do, too.” Her lip edges curl up in a pale smile. Aaron realizes what kind of responsibility he has been given, I’ll be the murderer of my own father. One who I’ve never met. The feeling of guilt is making him drown.
“Where is Asher?” He asks, hopefully.
“Asher is helping the battalion, look right there. He’s turned in a Lion.” Again she points without opening her eyes but is still right. Aaron gulps down the guilt and mentally fights the feeling of running away.
“How will we get rid of the minister?”
“That, we’ll have to see.” A nervous laugh escapes her throat.

**

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Few minutes of rest in the battle.

“The enemy is growing stronger.” Commander turns to Asher, now in his human form.
“And so are we. Enough wasting time with sticks and swords. I want each and everyone to turn into their strongest forms. I’m trusting you, Commander. Fight till your last breath. May the elders be by your side.” With the final greeting he turns into an eagle and flies toward the approaching armies.

Seeing his mentor confide trust in him makes his voice louder when he shouts the last command, “Brothers, the enemy may come from hell to our lands. We are the warriors; We are the saviors and we shall be the one who will send these rodents back to their stinking hell! If they bring fire, we’ll use flame to burn them alive. If they bring water, we’ll drown their filthy corpses in it. Our King has went to defeat theirs. It is our duty to fend off these creatures from our motherland until our last breaths. Come together Warriors, turn into the mightiest and the strongest forms of your existence. We’ll die today but we will make our last stand the strongest. We will bite them, we will chew them and break them to bits. Yoorah!”

As everyone around him turns into an Elephant or a Bear, Lonzo waits with a blank look on his face. To his aid, the commander turns into a Rhinoceros and carries him on his back.

**

Hells Army Coming From The Flames Of Hell

The rising flame from below scares Aaron and the view of the approaching army scares him even more. Aaron knows only one thing, he has to stop his father and stop him fast. At any cost.


©The Honest Fabler

©Cover Credits- Google Images

Patriotism?

“It’s high in the air and away for a six! Once again, ladies and gentlemen, India is the World Champion.” Roared the commentator on his mic and every Indian celebrated the euphoria.

The ratings of sports channel were sky high, overshadowing news channels that broadcasted the Republic Day parade.


©The Honest Fabler
©Cover credits- Google Images

Leo Diaries #3

​Leo’s mind is calm after returning from the trip he went to. With a hearty smile on his dried salty lips and hands covering his body to keep warm against the cool breeze, he notices his previous ride. The driver resting peacefully inside it, tired after a long day’s work, possibly. Under his breath he muses, “Black and yellow or plain white, Ambassadors are AMBASSADORS!” 

​With a low whistle he calls Festus and together they fly away in search of Ogygia.


©The Honest Fabler
©Cover credits- Ashutosh Gursale
PS- That car is a Premiere Padmini and not an Ambassador.

Leo Diaries #2

Leo sits by the seashore, he witnesses stars descend in the calm waters, he flies along the clouds, even swims the deep blue sea and turns the gravity upside down!

Then why isn’t he happy? Because his Calypso is sleeping peacefully in Ogygia; while he is a loner wandering the west coast.


©The Honest Fabler

©Cover credits-Ashutosh Gursale

Leo Diaries. #1

​Waking up from a sleepy ride, this is all that Leo could see. The beautiful lights blinding his sight, the taxi he took reflecting the colorful eye-catching sources of happiness. Shaking away his sleep, he walks with dizzy steps.

There is something missing, he is incomplete. 


©The Honest Fabler
©Cover credits- Ashutosh Gursale

Writing Tips #2(Choosing the genre)

Hello, once again, beautiful souls! As discussed every week we are going to proceed with the tips on fictional writing and the sequence remains the same:
#1 – Word Count and Story Length
#2 – Choosing the genre/ Conceptualizing the story
#3 – Sequencing the Plot
#4 – Character Development
#5 – First Person/ Second Person/ Third Person Narrative
#6 – The Power of Foreshadowing

Now, you must have a pretty good idea on how long your story should be, Kudos! But what good a story is without a particular genre? Today we’ll discuss the basics of choosing a genre for your story and conceptualizing it.

Choosing the Genre

Once you sit down to start a story, you shouldn’t start with the first chapter itself. But if you do, then don’t worry. You can always use it somewhere or the other. Even I did that initially, but it makes the foundation of the story shaky.
So, now when you sit down to start a story you ask yourself—

  • What do I want my story to portray?

When you have the answer to this very question, you should think on—

  • Will my desire to portray this particular thing be satisfied by this particular genre?

These two questions are the most natural hurdles you will face when starting your own story but these are the most vital ones.

Stop complicating things and help us figure it out, Ashutosh!

Alright, the first question— What do I want my story to portray? — is the easiest, since you are the one who knows the answer. Didn’t get what I mean?
What I mean to say is, you are the creator of the story. Which makes you omnipotent to answer any question related to your creation. Including, what your story should portray.

To make it simpler, let’s assume J.K Rowling has sat down for the first time and is thinking about starting a story. She answers the first question quite easily.(Obviously, this is just an illustration.)

“Oh, What do I want my story to portray?
Hmm, Yes! I want my story to reflect friendship, some magical things, my deepest fears, and having a school where friends turn into a family will be amazing. The good conquering the evil and making my readers relate themselves to the characters are a must, too. Let’s go!”

The next thing she does is wonder what genre would help her do this exact thing.

“Ah, this will be amazing if I made it a Science Fiction story. A school controlled by robots, and a robot apocalypse which is defeated by humans by their intelligence and strategies. But wait, what about magic? Oh yes, this story could be based in future and thus science has made man able to do magic. But then what about readers relating themselves to my characters? Obviously the future won’t be completely same to our current world. Bah! This is so much to do. I’ll drop the idea.”

Well, that isn’t what she did though, since she came back to her desk and thought harder.

“Okay, if I want magic in my story then how about making it a fantasy? And if I want to make my readers relate to the characters, then why shouldn’t I make the story based on the current period. Well, to add to their amusement I’ll completely base the story on a world that runs parallel to us! Yes, I’ll make my own world and I’ll connect it to the world of humans. How amazing would that be? Let’s get started with the Fantasy that has no bounds to stop my imagination! Yay!”

And friends, that’s how Harry Potter was born.(Just an illustration.)

It applies the same to other genres, for example: If you want your story to revolve around a crime you could make it a Murder/Crime Thriller and add other attributes to it. Which means, whatever genre you choose doesn’t mean that your story has everything based only in that genre. This brings me to the next point—

Conceptualizing the story

After deciding the main genre of the story, you’ve to decide what suitable sub-genres can be added. Sub-genres are the Moon to your Earth(main genre). An example of a sub-genre is adding a little bit of Romance/Love Story in a book that comes under the genre: Horror.

The one thing you should take care about, however, is that these sub-genres don’t over shadow your main genre. When you pluck out these genres and sub-genres from your mind, a perfect idea of what your story is would start to develop. But that’s not where you actually start to write, since your story doesn’t have a plot. Well, not yet!
More about developing a plot and sequencing it would be explain in next week’s tip: Sequencing the Plot.

Stay tuned!


©The Honest Fabler

©Cover Credits – Google Images

The Woods

Deep in the woods when the sun kissed the horizon, we slowed down enjoying the last rays. Suddenly, she entwined her hand in mine and the whole world stopped. The aura around Calypso was heavenly. 

“You’re the best person I’ve ever met, Leo.” She kissed my palm and proceeded closer to me. Her face reflected the warmth and I could feel myself being dragged towards her. I tasted her lips that had the sweetness of the fruits she ate, her hair held the fragrance of the trees.

After waiting for all this time to rescue her, I knew it’ll be worth it. I knew she’ll be my salvation. And I, her guardian. Thus when our lips parted, I didn’t risk opening my eyes only to realize it was all a dream.


©The Honest Fabler
©Cover credits- Ashutosh Gursale