A Space Opera – Flash fiction ( 1000 words ) – Terribleminds challenge

Static buzzed in Rad-60M Wardrunner’s radio as it sped towards Styh’a, the planetary headquarters of Qluemi System. Ayu looked from the screen monitor to the red button that had start…

Source: A Space Opera – Flash fiction ( 1000 words ) – Terribleminds challenge


Reviewing GETMYUNI website

Getmyuni is a college search platform that offers to help students choose the right college or university with the help of 84000+ ratings and 59000+ reviews. The company has covered eleven thousand colleges in India and has more than 67000 users.

What I love About Getmyuni.

The very simplicity of the site with the absence of popups appealed to me the most. The fixed menu bar makes it easier to navigate from one page to another. Also, the design is consistent on different pages with just the right amount of graphic and the color scheme of the site is effective and easy on the eye.

I have been a recurrent visitor to the site for some time now and have noted the rise in users. Also, the reports from Alexa.com show the rise in traffic in the site which means more people are engaged in the forums on the site resulting in more reviews. The reviews are to the point and at the same time include all the needed information ranging from the type of institutions, facilities it offers, faculty and placement details and scholarship options that are provided by the institution.

The competition offered by Getmyuni is wide ranging and it has options that show that an event or competition is closed or not saving time and efforts of the readers.

Things to Improve Upon

Some of the competitions need to be updated as the dates in the competitions are not consistent with the dates from the websites. Some of them still stay open after the competition entry date is over.

According to the Alexa.com, the site loads at a speed of 2.204 sec. So the speed could be improved. Also, the audience demographics based on genders showed less participation from females. Female reviews will be different from males and will lead to a set of a different perspective.

Marketing Ideas that could be used.

In one of the presentation given by Google’s CEO Sundar Pichai, he talked about the change in Google’s goal to build a personal google for each and every user from the previous goal of google for everyone. It’s too early for Getmyuni to follow in google’s  footsteps but it could change the end goal from just helping students in choosing colleges to assist them as a personal guide by offering more.
For example, as an MBA student, I am required to get primary data for some assignments and sometimes it is quite hard to get data. Getmyuni could offer a platform where each student could assist each other by sharing links to the form with others and thus getting a wider range of demographics. It could be done on merit basis like how Scribophile is doing. This would draw in more students and spread awareness among them.

Also, interpretations could be made in data visualization method as they are more attractive and it would differentiate Getmyuni from other websites.

Sponsoring an event being held in a college would help the awareness among students about the website to be improved.

Website – http://www.getmyuni.com/


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Secret Life Of Jon Romance

The morning light flirted into the room through the open window accompanied by  the cold morning wind billowing the curtains that adored the windows. A jay landed on the window sill and peered inside and took of us soon as it saw the door to the room open.
Jon Romance walked into the room; an eccentric name just like its owner. He took in the view of the room, the sunlight flowing in through the open window, giving a glow to the potted plant that was kept near the window sill which would have given the room a pleasing ambiance if not for its untidiness. Only the bed looked tidy compared to the whole room, a perceiving man could see that the person who slept in the bed is a peaceful sleeper which in reality contradicted the character of the bed’s owner
His eye fell on the unruffled bed. He wasn’t a peaceful sleeper usually, but it seems when certain things change other things changes too. Changes bring new changes, something most of humans  are not usually enthusiastic about.
He walked from the bed side to the study table that was kept near the bed; an old fashioned desk lamp adorned the table.  The table was strewn with books, pens, papers, socks along with two coffee mugs from the last day that hadn’t been washed yet.
Jon looked at the blank white sheets that had been left untouched by him on the table, now for five consequent days. He shifted in his feet trying to make something magically appear in the page. He lifted the paper from the table, sighing he crumpled and threw it into the basket but it bounded off after hitting its side.
The paper ball now lay along with the rest of the papers that adorned the floor just like the table along with clothes, bag and newspaper.
Sighing Jon walked out of the bedroom into the sitting room banging the door shut without bothering to put the crumpled paper back into the basket.
The sitting room was well designed giving the room comfortable lighting and well kept unlike the later. He sat in front of the lap browsing through his social account. The day was Sunday and looked perfect, Jon felt worried .
Jon never in his life had been a sound sleeper, his bed always gave the appearance of a forest rumpled by an elephant but for the past six days he had slept peacefully and that worried him. It’s because Jon had a secret, a secret of his own.
Jon Romance was an architect one of the succesfull ones and who was considered a genius . People for some reason loved his name ironically though his character had never done justice to his name. He was never the romantic type. His friends would have swore that the only thing he had ever been romantic would have been his work.
The life style followed by Jon was elite, perfect and absolute. He hated it, it had already started to bore him. Jon was special from birth, a premature baby by birth he hadn’t suffered any problem that premature babies had usually suffered. He indeed was a lucky one. But what made him special was not the genius he was, he had a secret that he had kept hidden . From the age of seven he had started drawing in his sleep of a particular person, a girl a child. He had kept the first sketch as an amusement . the second sketch after three days made him curious but from then on he had started drawing the girl every night. And as he grew the girl in the pic also grew, and at some point he knew the girl in the pictures had overgrown him too.
He sighed again, he felt unusually irritated. He hadn’t been able to concentrate in his work for a few days now. He thought about the woman in the drawings. He laid back on to the couch and closed his eyes trying to picture her , he felt the aching pain rise in his heart that he had been trying so hard to ignore.
He had come to the acknowledge the conclusion he had reached, he is in love or had been love anyway it doesn’t look like it matters any more because there can be only one reason for him to stop drawing her.  He stood up from the couch and started pacing around the room.
He prayed that he was wrong, the magic could have just stopped….Only about 70 percent chance for her to turn up dead . He thought . Then for a moment he stopped his line of thoughts raving through his mind. Was she even real he thought … he felt blank …. What was happening to him…. Its ordinary for people to fall in love online he thought atleast they know that someone exists … but in his case there wasn’t even a chance that she was real… the chances for her being real are below 1 percent . he started laughing…….. amd stopped laughing when tears began streaming down his face….. he shook himself and rose from the couch and washed his face in the bathroom feeling a little bit stupid now that he thought about the whole thing.
He laughed lightly at himself as he walked back to sitting room, he sat before the laptop again and opened drive and moved the cursor towards a folder named dreampics and opened it and clicked on the very first image of that folder.
A pic of small girl popped up, it was the first sketch he had made. He had kept the pics and after sometime he had scanned them on to his computer. He changed from one pic to another one showing her in a swing as a little girl another showing her sleeping then soon the pics changed from her being a kid to a teen, pics of her with her friends, pics of her with a boy. Probably her boyfriend thought Jon, well if she existed or exists he added to his line of thoughts. The pics of other individuals other than her in the picture were always faceless. It was clear enough to know that the person was a friend or parent, but the faces were never drawn by him.
He clicked through pics then he stopped and reeled back and looked at one of the old drawing again, it had been years since he had gone through that pic, he looked at the pics date and knew that he had drawn it in his college time. The pic showed the city park, he had strolled through the park many a time and he now recogonised the cherry tree at the base of which she sat with her friends.
She is real he thought for a moment , then stopped himself, it could all just be a coincidence. He began going through pics more carefully now and began noticing places from the city. The avenue road, the westbridge , mall street , how had missed these he thought. Soon the pics began her showing her in twenties
He stopped at one of the pics it was the pic of her sitting at a coffee bar, the one across the street he knew it because he had frequented it many a time. She was talking with someone in the picture his face was clearless like all others but the surroundings were clearer and his eyes fell on the clock on the wall showing the date first march, today.
He jumped from the couch and was running out of the door then came running back in took his jacket and keys and ran outside locking the doors.
Three minutes later he strolled into the coffee bar, there were a few people chatiing with each other while having coffee, he sighed to himself and walked to the table that was shown in the sketch. He sat across the chair where she sat. he could get a clear view of the door to the coffee shop.
He ordered from the menu and sat staring at the door waiting hoping and then she walked in as clear as sunrise her hair rustled up as if she too was running, her hazel eyes found him and then she smiled as though she had been expecting him.
 He felt the ache again in his chest the feeling of something found and also the knowledge that you will lose it.


Ersatz watched the family through the window from the roof of next building, the familiar scene laughing father, chiding mother, happy faces of children has become to Ersatz his temple where he  wash away his pain.
He need to feel the glow of life once in a while so that he won’t forget his past, so that he could sweep his demons away which keeps coming with his each step towards the darkness. So that he won’t become a monster.
But the ghosts of the past keep catching up to him enemies legacy of his dead master hunting and stalking him at every point of his pitiful existence. Killers, murderers , monsters. They always keep creeping back when he wasn’t looking.
Ersatz that was the name given to him by his maker, the inferior one, a substitute the name meant. That was how his master had seen him, a substitute of himself. Maybe he had made him to act as a fake until his untimely death by Ersatz hands.
Ersatz hadn’t bothered to change his name, after all he was an image of what he had been. His heart had become cold replacing the one which was warm and which used to dance to the rhythm of life. Now it’s just dead, a cold hard stone an imitation of its previous existence.
Suddenly the night sky was filled with chimes from the clock tower signaling the end of an hour and start of a new one. Ersatz stood feeling the night breeze rustle through his hair. He walked towards the side of the parapet and dropped to the ground below. The height was small, and the drop was quite easy for someone quite skilled like him.
 He looked at his shadow watching his every move, his faith full useless companions that had never left him. A body lay dead at his feet, its throat slashed. It was his work, something he wasn’t proud of. He looked at the body crumpled beneath his feet, he didn’t feel anything, and cold hearts like his seldom felt any emotional tints especially for his enemies.
He walked down the street and turned the corner, he had promised to meet her at the Pirate’s Wish, a bar near the wharf, it would be crowded at this hour. The salty wind with its rich stink filled his nose as he reached the quay. The bar was filled with life he could sense it from where he was standing.
He loved life but ironically he had to keep destroying it in order to live, a life of sin. He had tried turning away from this way of life, but the enemies of his master the insane mad man kept coming. He had to go through hell to prove them wrong and as for the others he send them to the devil to learn his name.
He opened the door to the bar, saw her sitting at one of the seats near to the wall, he strode towards her. From the look in her eyes he knew, she had figured him out. Another innocent blood to wash his hands, he looked around at all the people filling the bar.
 “a lot of innocent bloods” he murmured.
He looked into her eyes as he sat down in front of her, there was fear, a little fear is good but it’s not going to help. Was it too much to hope for that maybe she hadn’t found out what he had been trying to hide.
She kept staring at him for a while then her lips moved.
“How old are you “, she asked noiselessly.
He smiled, she knows. And like always straight to the question. He had always warned her of her curiosity. He formed his reply slowly, taking his time with the words.
“It is considered rude to ask a vampire his age sweety”

Written in Blood

My name is Daniel, my friends call me Danny. My life is hell but like my friend Raphael says.” Lets party in hell”.
 I had never looked back at life, had never wondered where I would be if I had taken a different path, a path different from the one I had taken from the many roads that had stretched before me.
I am a refugee in this country; I had come with my papa and mama along with my little sister. But life had never been as they  had dreamed. Mama had always said to strive for the dream and papa had said dream will always stay as dreams or they will lose their meaning. Maybe that’s what you call thinking real but my friend Raphael says life is a dream and like dream we can decide to do anything with it.
I observed the dimly lit room. A lassie was singing on the stage. She looked beautiful but I don’t think Raphael would have liked her. She was not his type, he was never into blondes but she sure was my type . He loved my sister that is Raphael loved my sister and for a very long time too. Was I really blind not to see that? A chuckle left me. Bastard didn’t even bother to tell me….. would I have been happy for them…. I think so … for I love them both with my heart.
The guy sitting next to me is now eyeing me like I am weird, well people will probably misjudge anyone from outside. Geez..! I can’t even laugh to old memories but its still weird to think him in love with my sister. But well..! Never mind! Where the hell is Leo, anyway? He was supposed to meet me half an hour before.
 A mug of beer was placed in front of me. I sipped it. I felt it flow down my throat. Ahh just the type Raphael would have loved it, too bad he is not here. You maybe wondering why I bring Raphael all the time, he had been my friend from the very first day, practically from the very day I was able to walk. We lived in the same village where we born before coming here. Our families had come together and we were bought up together.

The sound of door opening got my attention and I looked up to see leo walking in and about time too. I got up as he came near me.
“ no beer for you buddy, we don’t have time. And I will need you to drive”
Looks like he didn’t like the idea much but I gave him one of my “I’ll-fucking-kill-you” look which seemed to do the work. He walked towards the door ahead of me but not before giving me his sigh of not wanna come by a deep sigh.
He is one lazy bump considering how many times I had saved his sorry ass. The last thing he can do is give me a drive, ungrateful ass guess that does gives out his character in two words.
I slid into the shotgun seat of the car. The car wasn’t anything posh it used to be an old, wait I looked up at him.
“Leo what did you do with your old dump “
He gave me a toothy grin and hit the radio. And it began to play high way to hell.
I raised my eyebrow, that’s one of the Raphael’s favourite ones. I gave out a hearty laugh. Leo was now looking at me with a lost look.
“you can breathe Leo you only have to drive me in , I will do the job. That are Gabriel’s orders”
He breathed out he must have been holding it. He would be a pain in the ass if he was going to tag with me. He gave me a slip, I opened it the number of the ware house was written in it. Memorising it wasn’t hard for even a bird brain like me. Raphael was the brainy one; I was all about brawn.
“I don’t get how Bill’s got into Gabriel’s bad books; after all he is second in command. Is he trying a coup or something?”
 “That doesn’t concern you anymore after today, how many does he have with him there”
 ” about seven “
I took out my Beretta and checked the mag and I loaded my .38 revolver. The snub nosed revolver was gift from Raphael. The car stopped soon in the harbour. The cawing of sea gulls filled the air. I slid the guns back into the coat and got out.
“you can go now, I will take bill’s car after the job “
Am a refugee a refugee from law, a mafia and in our code vengeance and treachery will always be written in blood and the answers to secrets will always be silence. The pistol goes to the right hand and revolver to the left. I looked at the number, considering the number 69 in S-69. That’s one of my favourite number, I smirked at the door. Now should I just walk in and start shooting or should I think it through before I walk in. God I miss Raphael he always had a plan, that’s why I can’t do the jobs alone.
Hell with it am the best in what I do. I walked towards the door opened it and slid in. Bill was standing near a table talking with two others looking in the direction away from me. And no guards guess he hadn’t heard that his death certificate had already been drafted. I walked towards them keeping the guns from the line of sight of others too.
Hmm.. that’s Jimmy and Patty, guess they will have to die too. Jimmy raised his hands at seeing me calling out my name as I got close to them. I could see Bill’s head jerk back to look at me and am pretty much sure his hair at the back of his nape stood up.
A satisfied smile must have flashed through me, I raised my pistol and shot Patty first . jerk didn’t acknowledge me when I came in, he must die first. The bullet punched through his eyeball.
Bill was turning around the bullet from the revolver first hit his ass and then second on his throat. And he was on the ground. Shit and he was the second in command was I taking orders from this looser all the time.
Bam, a bullet struck my chest I looked at jimmy with the gun and with a hole in his fore head…. From my second bullet from pistol. Good I had the sense to wear bulletproof vest of Gabriel, well it was not new but still effective. I looked at bill he was choking, I shot him in head from the pistol. Running footsteps sounded from the corner, bullets whizzed around me as I walked jumped and avoided bullets and did the job of death giving them there one way passage to hell. They are not going to heaven, that am fucking sure off.
I walked back to Bill’s body and peered at him. Then bang and a bullet hit me in the shoulder I spurned around and shot with the revolver, the pistol had fallen from my hand the bullet from the revolver got its mark his throat, I specialized on them the throat area and the head. He choked blood. The second one got in his head. Damn leo he messed up the numbers.
 But now I was choking. Geez the last time when I spoke with Raphael he had also seemed so much pathetic just like me maybe a bullet in throat does make you choke too much after all.
“Too bad”, I slid to the floor and balanced my back at the tables leg. The Gabriel’s manor was too much bloody after I left him there with the other corpse of Gabriel and others. Maybe I should have taken time to bury him. I could hear the sirens at distance, hopefully I would be long dead before the police gets here. No one walks away after hurting my sister and friend, family comes first and the death of these where charted by me and Raphael and as I said vengeance will always be written in blood.
The sound of the door opening brought me back, and I thought I would be dead by now. I looked at the number of bullets in the revolver, two more huh…. Well more the merrier. Lets party at hell.
 I grinned.