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Murder in the woods

8th May 201810th May 2018 By Riya Singh18 Comments

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. MURDER IN THE WOODS Near the woods... The auburn sky was an ocean of clouds, seemingly painted by the brush of a Renaissance painter. The sun was about to dive beyond the horizon, casting our shadows far behind us and a piercing shriek broke the silence around us. We were startled by the sheer agony in the scream. It seemed to have come from the thick woods in front of us. We ran towards the source and found a man covered in blood. Ariana panicked and started trembling with fear. I went a little closer. (more…)...

Short Stories 1.0 + The Best Announcement!

19th October 20176th May 2018 By Ashutosh Gursale5 Comments

Announcement Time! Before I start — A very Happy Diwali to everyone. A few months ago, Codex Publishing House was formed and to give a chance to new authors in getting published, they conducted a search for the best short stories to be included in the anthology — The Midget Allegories! It gives me immense pleasure to announce that 6 of my short stories have been selected in the anthology! YES, I still can't believe I'm going to get the tag of being a published author. *Heavy Breathing. (more…)...

Moonshine Mystery

17th July 2017 By Ashutosh Gursale6 Comments

Brock and Ms. Moonshine On the moonlit road, I held my umbrella trying to stay as dry as I could get. Ironically, the lady who bumped my shoulder didn't seem to have the same intentions. The rain started to recede and I could feel the weightless droplets fall on her messy hair. "I'm sorry. I didn't see you coming." She excused, pointing above towards darkness. It took me a while to realize it was a streetlight. I couldn't see her. Except for the smooth edges of her face that faintly reflected the moon's light. But I swear she was pretty. Her voice vibrantly screamed her prettiness. "It's okay. Catch your breath, don't rush so much." I stumbled, strangers weren't my favorite people to communicate with. "Yes, thank you for caring about me so much. I wonder what a stupid job they're doing at keeping up with the weather, I mean, how can they let a blackout stay for so long. Especially at this odd...

Mystery Blogger Award

21st January 2017 By Ashutosh Gursale20 Comments

Hello, my wonderful readers and fellow bloggers! I'd like to thank the wonderful poet, Poetrylover- for nominating me in this wonderful chain of "Mystery Blogger Award". This is the first time someone has thought me worthy of an award related to writing, and it's practically impossible for me to convey how honoured I feel. “The Mystery Blogger Award was created by Okoto Enigma and is an award for amazing bloggers with ingenious posts. Their blog not only captivates; it inspires and motivates. They are one of the best out there, and they deserve every recognition they get. This award is also for bloggers who find fun and inspiration in blogging; and they do it with so much love and passion.” The Rules: Display the award logo on your blog. List the Rules. Thank the blogger who nominated you and provide a link to their blog. Mention the creator of the award and provide a link as well. Tell your readers three things about yourself. Answer five questions from the nominee. Nominate anywhere from...

Guilty as Charged. (The Final Part)

8th January 201729th April 2018 By Ashutosh Gursale28 Comments

Don't know what's happening? Read these: Guilty as charged. (Part 1) Guilty as charged.(Part 2) Guilty as charged.(Part 3) Zelia is leaning on her seat. Heinz has stopped pacing the room, his friend has become the point of their attention. 'What is the lead, Anne?' He blurts impatiently. Roxanne Ariosto, a dignified officer, has a lump in her throat for the first time. She knew this had to be done one day, and the day has already gone. It's time for everyone to read the evidence, Heinz has to be the first, though. In her official tone she says, 'I found this evidence. It was in my mailbox. I'm going to disclose it & close the case once and for all. But I know you've the right to know.' She produces the letter neatly folded in her handbag covered in the EVIDENCE bag and hands it over to Heinz. 'Now I need to go on an assignment. See you soon, Diablo. I'll be back to take the evidence.' She gives Heinz...

Guilty as charged. (Part 3)

7th January 20171st May 2018 By Ashutosh Gursale20 Comments

Don't know what's happening in this part? Read these: Guilty as charged. (Part 1) Guilty as charged.(Part 2) Guilty as charged.(Part 3) Guilty as charged.(The Final Part) There is silence. Dr. Zelia Zhang is stupefied, but not completely. She's analyzing Heinz Schofield, a man who's been in solitude for quite a long time. A psychopath, she thinks. But he's right, he cannot be able to do it on his own. No, Zel, no! If he's a murderer of three then you know better than believing him. She's inclining on sentencing him as a psycho and leave, that's not going to be an easy task, she knows. Why did I tell her about hacking in police database. She won't believe me, never. That's what I always do, push people away who try to help me. There's her secret with me, though. Of course, I can't tell Dr. Zhang who's giving me, a civilian, inside information. Heinz is blankly staring Zelia, her cat-like sharp eyes are penetrating him. Peeping...

Guilty as charged. (Part 2)

3rd January 201729th April 2018 By Ashutosh Gursale30 Comments

Don't know what's happening in this part? Read these: Guilty as charged. (Part 1) Guilty as charged.(Part 2) Guilty as charged.(Part 3) Guilty as charged.(The Final Part) His words make me recoil. I hold back the urge to panic. The man who I was sent to have a session with, by his parents since he has cancelled all the appointments they made with me, previously, seemed only a shy introvert, now a murderer? 'So you couldn't get your revenge?' I ask keeping my tone even, an unfazed smile stuck on my face. 'Oh yes, of course I did.' He's laughing, like he knows something that I don't. 'But didn't he jump off the building?' 'That he did, but that doesn't mean I didn't have my revenge.' He sits at my feet, his hands on my knees. 'Dr. Zhang, you're doing something that's changing me. Why didn't you meet me before all this happened.' A tear runs down his cheek, he makes no effort to hide it. 'Before what happened, Diablo?' 'Before...

How long will you be a passerby, tell me who am I!

10th December 2016 By Ashutosh Gursale8 Comments

I reside in those lost places that you've forgotten the path to. I'm that dying flame which you couldn't save. I'm the one who's always been with you, yet you never cared enough to sense my presence. I've seen every step you took, from those trembling crawls to the hasty scoots. Be it the first time you cried over a balloon you couldn't get, Or the 7th grade crush who you could never forget. Over the years we grew, together in our own worlds but you never knew. Why don't you still see? Break the bounds and rescue me, For 'tis true that I'm a dying flame. Residing in a lost place that you couldn't name. But you're not the one that I blame, My anonymity is my greatest shame....