The "twist in tale" and "conspiracy angles" in stories have always enamored me. When I write short tales on the Readers' Club WhatsApp group everyday for the "Word of the Day", one of my goals is to ensure the reader remains hooked to the story till the end. I know my tales are very small. But still managing to give something at the end of the story is not only a challenge but my goal as well.
Irrespective of the genre, whether it is crime or politics or a fantasy, this element is an important part of my story telling. So here are three such stories written by me, which straddle multiple genres but retain that essence of twist at the end. I am sure, I have lot to learn and improve on my skills, so your feedback is always welcome.
Pulverulent
adjective [puhl-ver-yuh-luh nt, -ver-uh-luh nt]
covered with dust or powder
Tale: Runaway Hit
He
was able to manufacture a stable pulverulent compound in his laboratory
after years of research. This white powdery substance had miraculous
ability to treat several diseases if used in measured doses. As the word
spread about this, people clamored for
its formula. The scientist not used to the spotlight and not knowing
what to do just ran away from the town. A local drug lord somehow found a
method to produce the newest compound in town, at mass scale. In party
circuit the drug is known as 'Runaway Hit'. At last count 938 people
have died because of overdose.
Plutocracy
noun [ploo-tok-ruh-see]
the rule or power of wealth or of the wealthy
Tale: Status Quo
It
was a country where rich few ruled over the poor masses. The rich had a
lifestyle which would put even Gods to shame. On the other hand poor
lived in squalor and disease. There lived a man of meagre means who
decided to overthrow this plutocracy, with
the wealth of his ideas. He groomed a team of really beautiful girls
who wooed the rich using their bodies. These girls created a web of
lies, deceit and blackmail which divided the coterie of rich into many
fragments. Now this country is ruled by a small minority of intellectual
elite. The masses are now poor and uneducated. Now it is easier to
exploit them than ever before.
Cackleberry
noun [kak-uh l-ber-ee]
a hen's egg used for food
Tale: An Apology
A
cackleberry broke open, but he was surprised to see no yolk inside. He
knew he would go hungry yet again. It was ten days since he had anything
to eat. Under the spell of that dreaded witch, any food he had touched
in last ten days turned inedible. The
milk curdled into blood. The bowl of peanuts turned into live
cockroaches. The bread turned green with fungus. His mother was right.
She had told her that if he doesn't respect his teachers, a witch will
trouble her. He could now smell his favorite pancakes being cooked at a
distance.
His mother woke him up and served him pancakes dripping with honey at his bed. There were scrumptious scrambled eggs too. He gulped the entire breakfast like a hungry boy would do. Instead of saying thanks, he whispered in his mother's ears, "Sorry."
His mother woke him up and served him pancakes dripping with honey at his bed. There were scrumptious scrambled eggs too. He gulped the entire breakfast like a hungry boy would do. Instead of saying thanks, he whispered in his mother's ears, "Sorry."
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