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- Story Listed as: Fiction For Teens
- Theme: Horror
- Subject: Fairy Tale / Folk Tale
- Published: 01/16/2020
Meeting you was fate
Born 2000, M, from JAMSHEDPUR, IndiaMeeting you was fate
By Ayush
The hood hung sleepily over his ashy face, the knife sheathed in his strapped sandals flaunted its mahogany hilt in pale moonlight; and he ambled down the drowsy lane. The sky above had darkened enough to apprise him, the way ahead was one of foul sorceries and sinful lures; which froze travellers in time and imprisoned them in memories. The feeble stream that'd walked along him all the way down the steep lane had now perished in the loneliness of his surroundings. This isolated wilderness had haunted the travellers for ages, but it couldn't haunt him; for he was bred in loneliness. He'd walk until the lane joins the pond, there he'd quench his thirst and he'd rest until the dawn breaks.
A creak, as if someone had stepped on a rotten twig, made him stop; a frail sound was enough for him to sense someone's presence. But this was strange- he'd sensed men, women and beasts but he'd never sensed anything like this before; it felt transparent...Abstract…heartless.
He slipped his slender arm down his thigh, to the knife, like a snake ready to hunt; once the knife was in hand, he turned about snarling like a rabid dog to tear open whatever lurked behind.
Nothing… the lane was silent, tranquil, brooding about its own solitude; his eyes danced to and fro- they'd been teased, now they craved a prey.
"There sure was something here…" he murmured; to whom he didn't know- maybe he wanted the spirits of the abandoned lane to know, he was watchful.
A shrill yap pierced through the silence, rising from the entangled branches of a dying banyan- he turned in alarm; to find a child's face sprouting from amidst the looping branches.
The face smiled to let out jagged yellow teeth, as the child spoke-
"Shameful, your odd gait,
Appealing, your hearty hate.
Have eaten seven-
You'd be eight,
O traveller!
Meeting you was fate."
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Meeting you was fate(Ayush Kumar)
Meeting you was fate
By Ayush
The hood hung sleepily over his ashy face, the knife sheathed in his strapped sandals flaunted its mahogany hilt in pale moonlight; and he ambled down the drowsy lane. The sky above had darkened enough to apprise him, the way ahead was one of foul sorceries and sinful lures; which froze travellers in time and imprisoned them in memories. The feeble stream that'd walked along him all the way down the steep lane had now perished in the loneliness of his surroundings. This isolated wilderness had haunted the travellers for ages, but it couldn't haunt him; for he was bred in loneliness. He'd walk until the lane joins the pond, there he'd quench his thirst and he'd rest until the dawn breaks.
A creak, as if someone had stepped on a rotten twig, made him stop; a frail sound was enough for him to sense someone's presence. But this was strange- he'd sensed men, women and beasts but he'd never sensed anything like this before; it felt transparent...Abstract…heartless.
He slipped his slender arm down his thigh, to the knife, like a snake ready to hunt; once the knife was in hand, he turned about snarling like a rabid dog to tear open whatever lurked behind.
Nothing… the lane was silent, tranquil, brooding about its own solitude; his eyes danced to and fro- they'd been teased, now they craved a prey.
"There sure was something here…" he murmured; to whom he didn't know- maybe he wanted the spirits of the abandoned lane to know, he was watchful.
A shrill yap pierced through the silence, rising from the entangled branches of a dying banyan- he turned in alarm; to find a child's face sprouting from amidst the looping branches.
The face smiled to let out jagged yellow teeth, as the child spoke-
"Shameful, your odd gait,
Appealing, your hearty hate.
Have eaten seven-
You'd be eight,
O traveller!
Meeting you was fate."
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