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Legends of Asta Part 1
#WritcoStoryPrompt106
Write a story about a supernatural figure that is halfway between a deity and a human fighting the monsters of your childhood fears.
"The peace treaty of 1883 between humans and ghosts seems to be fated to end badly after the second wave of Phasmossia which has caused deaths of more than 5 million in less than a month now. Phasmossia is a rare disease in which a couple of Wobble-ghosts slide inside your brain when you come in contact with them and their prime target is nothing but to make you kill yourself. Researchers say that these Wobble ghosts are affecting even those robo-pets and robo-maids also which have got emotional data system inserted in them. Last Saturday one such incident came into light in which a friendly Matryon-robo was found dead in the public garden with a high-tech fire gun which he used to shoot itself. Postmortem report shows that when Matryon-robo's head was dissected there was another "mini-world" with gloomy houses, pictures, shrilly noises inside it, created by the Wobble-ghosts which is a clear indication that it had been suffering from Phasmossia for a long time. Those Wobble-ghosts had left the body right after its demise and it's pretty sure that these fatal parasites had found their another target also", said the reporter. "Yes Natasha, the most painful and intriguing thing which came in the postmortem report is that the Wobble-ghosts had put the spotlights on traumatic memories of poor little Matryon-robo, while they'd covered his beautiful memories with large curtains which indicates how brutally these ghosts are playing with the emotions of their prey", said another reporter.
The whole world is hearing the news. Some were clutching their kids in their arms, some were praying God to save humanity, some were getting terrified with the fatal views of deaths outside their windows. Some were carrying coffins of their loved-ones....
Here in the Northern part of Rajasthan, there is this small heritage city called Nelpore which is quite famous for its havelis, ponds, aesthetic temples and wells. There is this eminent 'President Palace' in Nelpore that is a medieval Indo-islamic architecture made up of red sandstones. The backyard of President Palace was whitewashed and covered with dense branches of Bougainville. It contained a small garden which leads you to 10 huge steps, made up of travertine stone, providing a route to the exit having an exquisite humongous Shekhawati door. And on one of the steps was sitting our little hero Asta, a twenty years old teenybopper who scarcely gave a hoot about anything and anyone other than her music-box and.... You will know sooner.
The sun had set. Light breeze was making the Bougainville blossoms fall off. Asta played the song Blinding lights and as the opening instrumental music started she caught the sight of something queer and eerie coming out of the adjacent garden of the president palace. It tuned to the backyard and crawled towards Asta. This giant creature had extremely thick long white fur with black spots. Its face looked like that of a Tibetan Terrier with a pair of tiny spiral horns on the head. The opening music of Blinding Lights was picking up the pace so was this creature. As it was coming closer it started using its hidden hooves to run. As Asta noticed the creature approaching her she vanished the music box without the music being stopped.
"I look around and
Sin City's cold and empty
No one's around to judge me
I can't see clearly when you're gone....."
She rushed out of the Palace, jumped down the elevated paver and ran towards the narrow streets of Old Bazar in order to get shot of the creature but this extramundane critter shrinked its size. Asta looked back and was bewildered.
"I'm running out of time
'Cause I can see the sun light up the sky
So I hit the road in overdrive......."
She waved her hands, recited spells and took a number of kangaroo leaps before one high cross over which landed her on the Mystic Maidan of Carvaka. Assuming that she's out of danger now, she kept lying on clay for some more minutes in order to take breath. But as she regained her strength to get going Asta noticed the creature right in front of her. Before she could do anything the creature jumped at her. The music had stopped....
Carvaka, a twenty-seven years old even-tempered, irredeemably reserved gentleman ran towards them after hearing the noises of Asta and the creature, sat right there and uttered, "Asta, Calla, are you both done with playing like kids? Do you both know what's happening in the world?"
Calla, the friendly creature, woofed to Carvaka and licked his face while Asta is still laughing and caressing her pet, Calla the friendly creature. "Don't worry, Carrie. Our village is all safe until Patri is here".
"Patri is calling Calla, you and me. Apparently humanity is at risk. Don't waste your powers Asta and you too Calla."
"Let's go."
"I hope you two haven't doomed President palace", Carrie said in jest.
All three got up and started walking to the Mounds of Pahi.
"Oooooohh.... I'm blinded by the lights."
........(running)
© sunitanandhinee
Write a story about a supernatural figure that is halfway between a deity and a human fighting the monsters of your childhood fears.
"The peace treaty of 1883 between humans and ghosts seems to be fated to end badly after the second wave of Phasmossia which has caused deaths of more than 5 million in less than a month now. Phasmossia is a rare disease in which a couple of Wobble-ghosts slide inside your brain when you come in contact with them and their prime target is nothing but to make you kill yourself. Researchers say that these Wobble ghosts are affecting even those robo-pets and robo-maids also which have got emotional data system inserted in them. Last Saturday one such incident came into light in which a friendly Matryon-robo was found dead in the public garden with a high-tech fire gun which he used to shoot itself. Postmortem report shows that when Matryon-robo's head was dissected there was another "mini-world" with gloomy houses, pictures, shrilly noises inside it, created by the Wobble-ghosts which is a clear indication that it had been suffering from Phasmossia for a long time. Those Wobble-ghosts had left the body right after its demise and it's pretty sure that these fatal parasites had found their another target also", said the reporter. "Yes Natasha, the most painful and intriguing thing which came in the postmortem report is that the Wobble-ghosts had put the spotlights on traumatic memories of poor little Matryon-robo, while they'd covered his beautiful memories with large curtains which indicates how brutally these ghosts are playing with the emotions of their prey", said another reporter.
The whole world is hearing the news. Some were clutching their kids in their arms, some were praying God to save humanity, some were getting terrified with the fatal views of deaths outside their windows. Some were carrying coffins of their loved-ones....
Here in the Northern part of Rajasthan, there is this small heritage city called Nelpore which is quite famous for its havelis, ponds, aesthetic temples and wells. There is this eminent 'President Palace' in Nelpore that is a medieval Indo-islamic architecture made up of red sandstones. The backyard of President Palace was whitewashed and covered with dense branches of Bougainville. It contained a small garden which leads you to 10 huge steps, made up of travertine stone, providing a route to the exit having an exquisite humongous Shekhawati door. And on one of the steps was sitting our little hero Asta, a twenty years old teenybopper who scarcely gave a hoot about anything and anyone other than her music-box and.... You will know sooner.
The sun had set. Light breeze was making the Bougainville blossoms fall off. Asta played the song Blinding lights and as the opening instrumental music started she caught the sight of something queer and eerie coming out of the adjacent garden of the president palace. It tuned to the backyard and crawled towards Asta. This giant creature had extremely thick long white fur with black spots. Its face looked like that of a Tibetan Terrier with a pair of tiny spiral horns on the head. The opening music of Blinding Lights was picking up the pace so was this creature. As it was coming closer it started using its hidden hooves to run. As Asta noticed the creature approaching her she vanished the music box without the music being stopped.
"I look around and
Sin City's cold and empty
No one's around to judge me
I can't see clearly when you're gone....."
She rushed out of the Palace, jumped down the elevated paver and ran towards the narrow streets of Old Bazar in order to get shot of the creature but this extramundane critter shrinked its size. Asta looked back and was bewildered.
"I'm running out of time
'Cause I can see the sun light up the sky
So I hit the road in overdrive......."
She waved her hands, recited spells and took a number of kangaroo leaps before one high cross over which landed her on the Mystic Maidan of Carvaka. Assuming that she's out of danger now, she kept lying on clay for some more minutes in order to take breath. But as she regained her strength to get going Asta noticed the creature right in front of her. Before she could do anything the creature jumped at her. The music had stopped....
Carvaka, a twenty-seven years old even-tempered, irredeemably reserved gentleman ran towards them after hearing the noises of Asta and the creature, sat right there and uttered, "Asta, Calla, are you both done with playing like kids? Do you both know what's happening in the world?"
Calla, the friendly creature, woofed to Carvaka and licked his face while Asta is still laughing and caressing her pet, Calla the friendly creature. "Don't worry, Carrie. Our village is all safe until Patri is here".
"Patri is calling Calla, you and me. Apparently humanity is at risk. Don't waste your powers Asta and you too Calla."
"Let's go."
"I hope you two haven't doomed President palace", Carrie said in jest.
All three got up and started walking to the Mounds of Pahi.
"Oooooohh.... I'm blinded by the lights."
........(running)
© sunitanandhinee
