The Wizard, The Troll and The Dragon 1 – Prologue


Wisdom Well

Trying to bring philosophical S.H.I.T ( Some Hegemonic Ideological Theology ) into a novel is really hard. I mean you have to have a point that is valid or that sounds like valid. I have been trying to come up with topics that could be added to story. I had thought of different ways as to how they would be presented.

So far I had been only able to come up with something like this

It is said that with age and time a person would change maybe for the the better or for the worse. They say that it can be seen in their eyes, they will be more deeper, more understanding and filled with wisdom. That they can wash themselves in the wisdom well. But of course not every one is allowed that.
The fools, stubborn ones , mad ones and ones with a thirst for vengeance are never allowed for the spirit of madness and spirit of vengeance have been prohibited from the well of wisdom.

See, it just isn’t cutting it. I feel like I hadn’t got everything right.

I was told that a good narration could overcome any stupidity that an author sprout. But since I am not really that good at narrations. I will have to come up with more credible topics that could incite minds. Yeps that what one random person that I came across online said to me.

Incite minds, me ….. its going to be hard. Really hard. 

A Space Opera – Flash fiction ( 1000 words ) – Reimagining Mahabharata

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 started to beep. 
” Report “, he said as he hit the button.
” Its Siamis, Ayu.”.. Transmitter radioed in.” We have reports that the Kurs are mobilizing near the Qluemi Star, they have a neutralizer, and we suspect they intend to destroy the star.”
Ayu felt a cold fear spreading inside him.
” That goes against codes, whole of the planetary system will be obliterated “. His voice stuttered for a moment.
” This is war Ayu, they knows that the war will be short if they kill the commander, they want it to be over fast like everyone. Now listen to me.  You are far away, you might be able to escape”
” What about the Commander general “, Ayu interrupted.
” With us, They have blocked out Riftgates. We won’t be able to escape now. You have been advised to make for escape, we are trying to minimize the damages, we have asked all of our troops at the fringes to withdraw “
” What about the inhabitants of the planets? They will all die “
” Nothing we can do “
” Why are we not stopping them?”
” They have employed the Wheelock shield .We can’t break into those shields. They are new and they are good “
Ayu looked at the red button that continued to blink. He had heard about the shield since the beginning of the war, the shield was thought to be an urban legend until Kurs threw it against the Paem’s counter strikes completely stopping them. 
” I might be able to break in” he said.” I had seen my dad and uncle’s work, they had been working on a project to break into Kur’s new shield “
But can you get out. A voice spoke in his head. He had seen the work his dad and uncle had done. They were good, but he hadn’t gone fully through the reports and codes. He swallowed.
” We can break out. If we can obliterate them from inside “, he said more to himself than to the other person on the radio.
” That’s stupid Ayu , I strongly Advice against it and save your ass”
” Put me on with Yushta, I need to talk to him “
The static in the radio blurred again for a moment before anew voice replaced it. Ayu recognized his Dad’s big brother’s voice.
” Yushta is busy. This is Bia, We are running out of time here boy… I want you to get out of here and join your father. You can avenge as later “
” Uncle I can get in “
” What? “
” I have seen the codes that could be used to break into their guards, their ridge locks aren’t as strong as they think. Dad and Uncle Ris had already breached the codes some days ago “
” Are you sure “
” Yes “
The radio buzzed again for a moment, Silence.
” Keep in contact. You will meet us at Kripplin Belts “
                  Siamis felt an unusual calm surround him, he hadn’t expected himself to be dragged into war between the clone princes of Kurs and elemental princes of Paems. And he hadn’t expected himself to die at such a young age. The little hope from Ayu didn’t make the shadow of inevitable death fade away. He expected to die, to die fighting.
He looked around him as men and women waited with hard eyes. He checked the belt strapped around him, he wasn’t a flyer. He was a Quantombot driver. He can fight, but only in gravity and he expected Ayu to take him to the crows nest.
The alarms in Rad-60M Wardrunner’s went on as soon as the ship closed on to the sun’s atmosphere. Ayu could see the Kurs’ Heavy battleships, docked near to the sun. At a distance from the sun, orbs were aligned in equal distance around the sun creating the wheelock shield. Ayu piloted the ship straight to the shield and as he closer, he directed the autopilot to move the ship parallel to the shield. He gave a silent prayer and started the code.
” Lord Yushta our forces are inside the shield and they had engaged the enemy. “
Bia looked up from his seat to see Yushta standing at the edge of the holographic circle, that projected the battle formation for the commanders and strategists to work from. He looked haggard. Feeling eyes on him, he looked at Bia and smiled.
Bia knew that Yushta had been taking much more responsibilities for himself the last few days; he had been intentionally giving Bia space to morn for his first son, one of the many causalities of the war. Bia had promised to console himself after the war, after all of his cousins in the Kurs clan was laid to rest.
Bia nodded. He had always felt pride of his elder brother even though he wasn’t exceptionally talented commander or fighter, but he was a good leader.
He looked at the hologram; it looked like his nephew is doing good, just like his father. He was dispatching enemy flights one after the other.  Bia’s younger brother Arn was a much more accomplished warrior than him. He just wished he was here with them; he could have used the company.
It has been thirteen days since the War had begun between the Kur’s and Paem’s and he was needed elsewhere. Though both the clans had been from the same clan initially, this war was inevitable and it had been in the making from the moments his brothers and his cousins were born. It had just come too late.
Suddenly one of the strategists watching the battle spoke. “ My Lords “
“What is it ?“, Bia heard his brother ask.
“Your nephew is in trouble “

Despicable me – Self Reflecting.

The true alchemist do not change lead into gold; they change the world into words”                                                                                                                                                    – William H. Gass
Some are born writers, they start to scribble in the walls of the house as soon as they learn to walk, they draw and scrawl in their parents or bigger siblings books writing in the secret words that originate from the corners of their mind. Though not all of them continue sharpening the inborn quill, some goes on to pursue art.
While some others get inspired from their parents or some one who was close to them like their favorite teacher or their favorite uncle. They listens in classes and are interested in the art of spinning tales, they hone their skills and grows up to go to colleges to pursue education in literature and history.
The third group are the ones who got inspired by the books written by their favorite writers and they were also probably in their teens when the comet of inspiration stuck them in the form of a book. I was one of them. But the thing that separated me from the other inspired teen book heads were that I lacked passion for the writing at least in the beginning of my life.
Do not get me wrong, I was and am a reader. A book worm . But the thing that attracted me to writing was the money. I had looked up about the writers whose book I have read which also happened to be famous ones and apparently all of them had ended up rich after getting their books published and that decided it for me. Woe me for my shallow and flippant heart. I overlooked the fact that all of them were famous, that they were all passionate, hard workers with a million following and almost all of those writers had not started rich and a larger number of writers had never been able to enter the spot light either, which had left me with a bad taste.

But now I had matured a lil bit or thinks I have and as a result and have kinda changed…. and the writing that I began as a pursuit for money kinda became my hobby…. I don;t think you will find any moral from my life or at-least from this production of my writing. I am trying to refer to this post and can’t find an apt name …. I do not know whether to name it article or an autobiography snippet.
So here I am getting all the typos from my mistypes due to lack of practice in typing, trying to make a better writer out of myself. 

The inspiration hunter – Terrible minds Challenge

A flash fiction challenge – 100 words only

I wish the day would come soon when I could stop killing people in my mind for just 100 words –  

” Why “, sobbed the woman.

” A challenge was issued “, I said.
“What “, she quavered.
“A challenge.. can’t you hear me… a challenge.. need hundred words”
” But…Why “. Tears flowed from her eyes.
” Needed the experience.. want to better myself…. keep talking “
” Please…”
“Save me…”
” Yes…. keep talking”
“Please “, she whimpered and a shudder went through her and she stopped moving.
I looked at the stab wound, looked terrible but the concept was terrible minded, a hundred words of fiction. A drabble. It is hard enough to write short fictions.