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LAST (Short Fiction Series) – Episode 5

LAST (Short Fiction Series)

For previous episodes:

Episode 1: https://wordsfromanidiot.wordpress.com/2015/02/09/last-short-fiction-series-1/

Episode 2: https://wordsfromanidiot.wordpress.com/2015/02/15/last-short-fiction-series-episode-2/

Episode 3: https://wordsfromanidiot.wordpress.com/2015/02/24/last-short-fiction-series-episode-3/

Episode 4: https://wordsfromanidiot.wordpress.com/2015/03/02/last-short-fiction-series-episode-4/

For Complete Episodes till date in a single page: https://sites.google.com/site/sgathomasofficial/6th-grade-1

Episode 5

Recreation:

Fear shook me as though I was put in Vibration mode. The Creature howled again. May be a signal. It came near to me. Its eyes were cold and was fixed on me. Deep down, It haunted me. My breath started to calm down. It locked me down there for nearly 30 minutes. What is this thing waiting for? Why didn’t it kill me?

We were looking each other eye without a blink. Fear was now at bay, but not sure whether it would disappear. I stretched my hand; it went back a bit, looked at my empty hand and then me. It was 6 feet tall, and had two legs. Its face had two luminescence eyes, that resembled those of cats.

“Who are you?” I asked it.

It stared at me.

“Stop staring. Are you the Post Human? If you are, you could talk, right? “

A strange noise.

A strange noise surrounded the atmosphere. Computer voices. I could see lines of program codes getting executed out of nowhere.

“WARNING!”

“DISEMBODIED SYSTEM SUSPECTING IT’S STATE”

“WARNING!”

“REQUIRED: ADDITIONAL ASSISTANCE AND SUPERVISION”

BEEP BEEP BEEP

“WARNING!”

“ACTIVATING EMERGENCY PROTOCOL: ACCESSING ARCHIVES”

“PERMISSION REQUIRED”

“PERMISSION GRANTED”

I couldn’t resist the sound. It’s everywhere, filling the void. I shouted.

BEEP BEEP BEEP

The same breeze made my eyes open.

The same beach.

The same child is playing with his sand dolls.

My professor and his friend were standing there and watching the boy play. My professor turned back and looked at me

“Hey, come! Up on your feet”

“Sir?”

“Come on.”

“What’s happening?”

“Dude, come on man, Recreation process is going to begin”, his friend called him.

“Give me a minute”

“What is that? What’s happening here?”

“Recreation”. He said with a smile.

“Come with me.” He took my hand.

Suddenly the whole beach turned into that bunker.

“Did you brief him?”

“I was about to”

“Carry on”

My professor turned towards me and said,

“You very well know that dreams are part of your consciousness.”

“Yes.”

“This project was started to preserve a human’s consciousness.”

“Why do we need to preserve?”

“So that, during times of disaster, Dreams from consciousness would help us win.”

“I am not getting it.”

“The government has approved the POSTHUMAN PROJECT“.

(To be continued)

Episode 6: https://wordsfromanidiot.wordpress.com/2015/03/16/last-short-fiction-series-final-episode/

Written by : S G A Thomas (Ganesh.M)

First Published : OutFocus Magazine

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LAST (Short Fiction Series) – Episode 4

LAST (Short Fiction Series)

For previous episodes:

Episode 1: https://wordsfromanidiot.wordpress.com/2015/02/09/last-short-fiction-series-1/

Episode 2: https://wordsfromanidiot.wordpress.com/2015/02/15/last-short-fiction-series-episode-2/

Episode 3: https://wordsfromanidiot.wordpress.com/2015/02/24/last-short-fiction-series-episode-3/

For Complete Episodes till date in a single page: https://sites.google.com/site/sgathomasofficial/6th-grade-1

Episode 4:

The Last Run:

It’s been two hours since they left. Zeepolis ! Yes. It was a keyword. That Bunker! May be there are humans over there. I packed my minifort in my back bag. Zeepolis was nearly 20 km from my house.

My eyes crossed over the black living room and my legs followed. I came out of my house. Went to the shed. Took my cycle.

Zeepolis , Here I come.

The car dropped us at a Thai Restaurant. It was in a highway. We entered. There were many security checks. Am I going to work for some military operation? We finally took a lift and entered the bunker.

I was amazed.

“You were right that dreams are some form of suppressed or repressed memories” started my Professor. “Dreams are in many ways amazing. They could reveal us a hell lot of information.”

“Sir, the head is calling you.” security personnel interrupted.

We went in.

“Hey Man, come in”, his friend welcomed us.

“So is this the boy you were talking about”

“Yes.”

“Hey! Glad you are here”

“Nice to meet you, sir.”

“Did you brief him?”

“I was about to”.

Tired. My legs submitted themselves to pain. Should have crossed at least 10 km. Sat down, quickly built my minifort near an abandoned house and started to have my cookies. What surprised me more was that every single building except our house was preyed by fire and explosion. How did our house escape that? May be that’s why those creatures are checking my house regularly? I didn’t even see a single soul. Where are they? The once beautiful Metropolis is now a barren land. I thought of my father, my family. Tears rolled down.

A breeze woke me up. It was the same sea-shore. I was enjoying the sea. But I was crying.

“So How’s life?”

I turned back. It was my professor.

I wiped my tears and answered with a smile

“Never Better”

“So what’s up?”

“Sir?”

“What do your dreams tell you?”

“Nothing”

“Nothing?”

“Ya ! Nothing. They were just like a random montage shots in a movie”

He laughed.

“There have been scientific evidences that these dreams are not just some montage shots in a movie, they communicate to you something. May be a warning!”

“What warning?”

“I thought you were the brightest student in my class.”

He smiled.

“What did your dream say to you? What was the main element?”

“They were out there”
“And how are you going to escape ?”

“I don’t know. As far as of now, Zeepolis.”

He smiled again.

“That Bunker ?”

“Ya.”

“I asked how are you going to face reality?”

“Reality?”

He laughed again and transformed into one of those creatures.

He howled.

I woke up.

A creature was standing opposite to me.

I was surrounded by them.

Tears calmed and rose as fear.

That creature howled.

(To be continued)

Episode 5: https://wordsfromanidiot.wordpress.com/2015/03/10/last-short-fiction-series-episode-5/

Episode 6: https://wordsfromanidiot.wordpress.com/2015/03/16/last-short-fiction-series-final-episode/

Written by : S G A Thomas (Ganesh.M)

First Published : OutFocus Magazine

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LAST (Short Fiction Series) – Episode 3

For Episode 1: https://wordsfromanidiot.wordpress.com/2015/02/09/last-short-fiction-series-1/

For Episode 2: https://wordsfromanidiot.wordpress.com/2015/02/15/last-short-fiction-series-episode-2/

For Complete Episodes till date in a single page: https://sites.google.com/site/sgathomasofficial/6th-grade-1

LAST (Short Fiction Series)

Episode 3:

Zeepolis: The last hope

Thud. I turned back. This time I saw a shadow. The shadow grew darker and thuds became louder. I understood that a single disturbance would attract them to me. I tried to pacify myself and look for alternatives. But my heart never agreed with my mind. It kept on bumping blood through my vessels, this time even more.

Wait. My mini fort?

Oh yeah! There it is.

My mini fort is nothing but a small fort made up of bags filled with books armed with knives and screwdrivers. Yesterday, I found a gun from my dad’s locker with one round. I secretly hid myself in that mini fort.

I could hardly see anything but only heard the creepy sound. It increased, so did my heartbeat. They did their patrol as usual. They left.

I came out from my hiding. I hardly could find any food for the dinner.

Zeepolis? What the hell was that?

“We usually don’t believe in dreams. We would neglect it as if it was a normal incident. We forget them. Not just we wanted it but the nature somehow has its own tactics to make our dreams not to stay in our mind. And all of a sudden, Shhh … Gone. But remember one thing fellas, There has been scientific evidences that these dreams are not just some montage shots in a movie, they communicate to you something. May be a warning! “

“But sir, aren’t dreams a repressed memories?”

Bell rang!

“Class Dismissed.”

He came to me.

“I want you to come to my Cabin after 5pm.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Come in.” said my professor. “Have a seat”.

“Thank you, sir.”

“So, How is life?”

“Never better.” I replied with a smile.

“Are you free tomorrow morning ?”

“Yes sir. Any projects?”

“Not exactly but I want to introduce you to my friend tomorrow morning!”

That was good news to hear. Especially for this GOOD FOR NOTHING. I was my prof’s favorite student and was always able to top in his subject. Reason is simple. His way of teaching

The next day.

The professor took me in his car for an hour drive. We reached a place, completely abandoned.

“This way” said my professor.

We reached an abandoned house.

There was a small box. He opened it carefully and swiped an ID.

Few minutes later, a car arrived and driver asked “Where are you heading sir ?”

Answer was “Zeepolis”.

___

(To be Continued)

Episode 4: https://wordsfromanidiot.wordpress.com/2015/03/02/last-short-fiction-series-episode-4/

Episode 5: https://wordsfromanidiot.wordpress.com/2015/03/10/last-short-fiction-series-episode-5/

Episode 6: https://wordsfromanidiot.wordpress.com/2015/03/16/last-short-fiction-series-final-episode/

Written by : S G A Thomas (Ganesh.M)

First Published : OutFocus Magazine

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LAST – Short Fiction Series – Episode 2

LAST (Short Fiction Series)

Episode 2

DREAMS OF FUTURE

(For Episode 1 : https://wordsfromanidiot.wordpress.com/2015/02/09/last-short-fiction-series-1/)

For Complete Episodes till date in a single page: https://sites.google.com/site/sgathomasofficial/6th-grade-1

A Creepy sound was heard. Woke up.

Each day. The start of dream seems same. But Endings different. So does life.

Silence haunts me during day and dreams during night. A week moved like a year.

Food started to become scarce.

—-

A kid was playing with the sand. He was building his own castle and then he put his two clay toys.

“So, how’s life?” It was my best school friend.

“Good”.

We were in the Coffee shop near to the beach. Meeting him after a long time

“What have you planned to do next?”

“Clear my backlogs”

“Backlogs?”

“Yeah. What about you?” I tried to divert the topic

“Me? It is done.”

“Done? What do you mean?”

“It is over. Wake up dude !!!”

I woke up. Sun rose. It was Monday.

The same kid, playing with the same sand. He added little water drops to strengthen it. Then he put two clay toys. The first one seems different. It looked like a female.

“So. How’s life?”

I turned back. It was my sister.

“Fine”.

“What have you planned to do next?” she said after having a sip.

“What have you?”

“Me ? I think I need to go France again. It was nice. I will ask father.And I loved Dubai.What have you planned to do next?”

“Nothing !”

“Can you get me some water?”

“What did you say?”

“Get me some water”

“Why?”

“I need them.”

“I can’t”

“Why? Please get me some water”

“I can’t. They are out there”

“Where are they, my son?”. It was my father.

“Here is your water, Darling”. He turned back to me and asked

“Where are they my son?”

“Dad!”

“What have you planned to do next?”

“Don’t know”

“GOOD FOR NOTHING.” He smiled.

“Dad please!”

“Your Haircut looks good.”

“Thanks dad.”

“What are you gonna do ? They are waiting for you outside, don’t they ?”

“Yeah.”

“So , What are you gonna do ?” It was my mom!

“Mom !”

“Run, my son! They are gonna kill you!”

“No, don’t. Face them”

“But dad, how?”

Suddenly Applause.

The same person who gave the speech in the college!

“If hope would cure a cancer patient, then fear would kill even an ulcer patient. Fear. It is the biggest weakness for the whole human society. If man would have feared lightning and fire, he wouldn’t have survived. He came across that fear and made leaps in the history of civilization. Never fear. Never ever.”

Applause in an Empty Seminar Hall.

“Be alert. For the world would stamp you down, if you don’t.”

“Run, my son. They are gonna kill you. Go to Zee polis”

“Wake up dude. It is over.”

Woke up. I heard a creepy sound. My heartbeat rose.

(To be Continued)

Episode 3: https://wordsfromanidiot.wordpress.com/2015/02/24/last-short-fiction-series-episode-3/

Episode 4: https://wordsfromanidiot.wordpress.com/2015/03/02/last-short-fiction-series-episode-4/

Episode 5: https://wordsfromanidiot.wordpress.com/2015/03/10/last-short-fiction-series-episode-5/

Episode 6: https://wordsfromanidiot.wordpress.com/2015/03/16/last-short-fiction-series-final-episode/

Written by : S G A Thomas (Ganesh.M)

First Published : OutFocus Magazine

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