Saturday, 1 October 2016

I COMPLETED MY SHORT STORY FOR COMPETITION!

Hi everyone!
I decided to take part in LyfWithEm’s short story writing competition which was announced a few weeks back. And I didn’t know then that I suck at writing short stories. Really. I had to write a story within 500-1000 words and I was finding it very difficult to adhere to the word limit. But I kept it 600+ words which is good. Its like I’m not made for short stories. That means I’m made for writing novels? I don’t know that yet but I’ll find out soon. So here’s my story and please I request you to not read it with high hopes because I don’t write great and this is my 2nd short story that I’ve written in my life. So please bear with me. The topic was haunted/isolation. I did a mix of both.
“Hey, wait a minute!! I’m coming!” I almost screamed to Judy. She’s my best friend and we’ve been together for 6 years. 
Few days ago, I read in a magazine, the Funderland Amusement Park, found in 1910 was not very popular at first but it came into headlines when 7 people died unexpectedly and all of them were sitting in the Roller Coaster. Or Sam’s roller coaster as they all call it. Sam Winters was a officer who checked the rides before the park opened for public. One day he died while checking the roller coaster. No one could solve this mystery of his death.
And Judy loved to test these horror and creapy rides. And worst, she took me with her. Everytime. And I couldn’t say no.
When we reached there I looked at the gate and it looked a little weird to me. Long lost parks don’t have such shiny gates. But I removed the thought and concentrated on detesting her decision.
“I don’t see anyone!”
“Shut up! You can’t spot ghosts just when you enter!” I snapped at her.
“Whoa! Someone needs to slow down”
“I’m-I’m sorry. I just feel tired.” I took out my handkerchief to soak up the small drops of sweat that had now formed on my forehead. I patted it on my forehead. I was really feeling sick. Not normal sick, just a weird kind of sickness, the one you get when you continuously turn round and round and round and the whole world turns woozy and you don’t know what to do. 
Then I saw Judy run through the gates and towards the darkness. I felt a strange presence. I knew something was wrong with this place. Although I don’t believe in ghosts but whatever was present here I didn’t like it. Not at all.
I have to save her. I have to get her back. I thought and ran in the direction she went. 
I think I just saw a mary-go-round start by itself. 
“Judy! Judy come back! Where are you?”
“Behind you!”
I turned back, “Oh my god Judy you scared-“
There was no one there. But I heard her voice. Or I thought she was here.
I didn’t know what was going on but I pretty much hated this place now. 
What shall I do? Leave her here and go back? Was I that scared to leave my best friend in a park full of things I didn’t know. No. I’m going to find her. But how? And if while finding her something happens to me? 
These negative thoughts hovered around my mind. I decided to find her anyway. 
I walked to the Roller Coaster first thinking she might have gone there. I saw the coaster and only one thing came out of my mouth-“Judy-“. The Roller Coaster was something I can’t describe in words. The atmosphere reeked of a presence so strong that the whole coaster was surrounded by a white fog. I heard her voice again. But this time it sounded weird. Like there are multiple voices speaking with her. I saw her coming towards me. She was walking with a limp and her face was bruised so badly that her left eye seemed to have lost every sense. I knew she was not Judy. I waked out of  my thought and I ran and ran till I got out of that amusement park. 
And that was one year ago. You want to know what happened? I left her. Yes I left her. She didn’t came home that night. And her body was never found. 
The guilt consumes me everyday. The guilt that I didn’t help her. The guilt that I was alive and she was somewhere else.
*The End*
And if you reached here it means two things- you just scrolled down here or you just read what I wrote.
If you belong to the second group what do you think of it? I know it’s not great and I’ve to improve. And if you, my writer friends, have any suggestions or you want to point out my errors, you are free to do that. Just comment below! 👇🏻
-Vrushali

WHEN YOU THINK YOU ARE ALONE, YOU ARE NOT


Dear reader,
This is a letter to let you know you’re not alone. Just believe in yourself and in good times. There would be times you’ll laugh like the world doesn’t exist and there will be times when that ‘someone’ who was your world will leave you.
People will let you down. That’s the truth.
In this short, yet a very long life you will find many people; the ones who were your friends and decided not to, the people who were close to you but found it easy not to.
Their cowardice will hurt you. It’ll break you and you’ll never feel you’ll be able to recover from it. But you will. You will recover from it alone and you yourself can do it all. All you’ll need is a little courage and you can conquer.
Some will hurt you and some will leave you. And all you can do is ‘detach’. Detach from them, detach from the world. Remember them for what they taught you. Remember them for the moments you spent with them without any regrets. Remember them for the change they brought in your life and in you.
Remember them for the person they were. Remember them for the person they made you into. The strengths and weakness both they gave you. The happy and sad memories they gave you. The things they taught you. The things you learnt with them. The time you spent with them. The things you planned to do with them. The things you couldn’t do.
They may not be present in your life now but their presence was crucial for you and it is now because you developed into a better and stronger person you are.
Forgive them for what they did. Forgive yourself for what you experienced. But never forget the part they played in your life. How once you laughed with them so joyously thinking the day didn’t have a tomorrow. Thinking that you would remain that way for the rest of your life.
But you didn’t. And that’s okay. When they chose to move on, they made you independent. They released you from the burden of pleasing them. You are free now. You are free and beautiful and independent.
What happened if you lost one bird while flying? There are still more flocks to find the one you’re searching for. Till then just keep searching and keep learning. Because we can always learn from our mistakes and the circumstances. Fall back and get back. And never go down again.
Yours truly,
Vrushali