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Elizabeth Whitlock
“What, may I ask, are you doing in this weather and at this hour of night young
lady. ? ”, he asked is a deep voice which gave a hint of concern.
“Well I was returning home thinking I could get through this weather but that
bubble of mine blew up two blocks back.”, I sighed at my foolishness to have
come out despite this weather and continued, “I cannot turn back now whatso-
ever as I am more than halfway home.”
“You seem quite dressed up for a night like this.” he said in an interrogating
way.
“I am returning from a friend’s birthday party.”, I said.
“Did you have a good time with this friend of yours?”, he asked.
Something told me I was giving away too many particulars to my acquain-
tance but I did not feel danger there. He seemed very fatherly and from what I
know of strangers, he did not seem like a bad man. I said, “Oh yes. She is my
best friend. You see that is why I could not miss her birthday even if it is raining
so heavily.”
“Friends always make one blithe and jubiliant but they can show us a
meanness in them at times.”, he said, his eyes seemed to have lost in
his past. He continued, “Go home. It is a late hour ticking.”
He did not wait for my reply and started walking in my opposite direc-
tion. I did not expect our conversion taking this turn and I looked back
to see his outline disappear but as he was approaching the street light
a few feet away, the light went on and I saw him disintegrate in the air. I
took a deep breath, I was not glad or anything. I was rather shocked.
His body dissolved in the cold air it seemed like. He had vanished.
By Alisha Patil(X)
It was twilight and darkness was setting in. I was admiring the sky
from the bookstore in which I stood , holding my newly bought book - The Dark
Revenge. It had premiered a few days ago and had already become a talking
point. Still looking at the sky , I noticed the dark monsoon clouds that had
gathered. Darkness set in and I had to rush back home before it started to rain.
But I suppose it was my bad luck as the thick clouds had already started to pour
down heavily. I reached the parking and got in my car. I turned on the engine
and the car started with a loud grumbling sound. I was driving when I suddenly
encountered a woman who was waiting under the roof of a grocery store ,
holding the heavy grocery bags. She looked as if she was in her late fifties. I
pulled over and went to the woman to lend my assistance as the rain seemed to
have no mercy. I said ,"It will be my pleasure to drive you home ma'am." To
which she smiled and said ,"Thank you . And don't call me ma'am , call me Lizzy."
She settled in the back seat of the car. I asked her to navigate me to her house
and began to drive slowly.
The lady started the conversation by asking me whether I was interested
in mysterious stories. I understood where the question was coming from , of
course she must have seen my newly bought read. I replied to her question in
affirmative."One hell of a story." , she muttered. I replied saying ,"I have just
bought it so I can't say much about it. But the reviews say that it's a pretty good
fiction for mystery lovers." On hearing that she smirked and said ,"People think
that it is a fiction. But the interesting part is that it isn't a fiction ." I felt a bit
uneasy on hearing that and questioned her ,"But who in this world would devise
a plan so complicated only to take revenge from her own family ? " "Elizabeth
Whitlock" , came the answer to me. It was the lead character's name around
whom the story revolved. I . started listening with interest.