Respire.

                                                                                                    Written by Madhav Menon

  SHOKING BLUE EYES      “ Reading a book again during class Ms. Teasdale? give me that right now! “ said Mr. Gibbons. OK fine I was reading book under my desk during English but it was only because I already knew all of this. The bell rang through my ears. I quickly gathered my stuff and almost ran out of class. The walk to my locker was horrible. I hated everyone here and had a good reason to. They hated me. I looked up on reaching my locker and I was not surprised to find the hate notes again. It happened every day. The same insulting words ‘ loner ’ , ‘ loser ’ , ’ spineless worm ’ . Never anything different. And you ’ d think they would have got better at insulting after years of practice.           I quickly gathered my stuff and rushed to Sarah who was waiting in the usual spot. She didn ’ t speak to me at all and instead she was just looking through Instagram. On seeing me she gestured towards the car and got in. I got in after he...

Investigation      David was at his police station, while Chris and Karl were waiting for him at St. George Cemetery. Then David came to the cemetery. Both the funerals were happening - Angel (even though she had died some months back) and John. David got a call from his head constable, “Sir, there’s one more case. A murder. Sir, please come quick as it may give some better clarity about your sister’s case.” Chris, Karl and of course David rushed to the police station. “A body had been found near the flyover, sir.” said the head constable. It was the body of the person who was arrested for bombing Skilfor, a city next to Linkston. As they thought that it had some link to Angel’s case, the investigation started right away.      They sent the body for some tests, and from those reports they could find out that the person, Shahabuddhin had died three months before the body was found. Karl was shocked. They went to Shahabuddhin’s house. They asked his famil...

  "Scenario"      In the city of Linkston, there lived a group of friends. They were friends from childhood and they loved going to trips. Chris, Karl, John and David were the four friends. They met every weekend. David, who was a police officer, couldn’t meet them every weekend as he had to solve cases and was busy with his work.       One day, when David was in his station, the head constable came running and said, “Sir, a body is found near the train track.” His friends were waiting for him but he couldn’t go again. David and his constables went to the train track and found the body. They sent it to the forensic lab to get more information. It was David’s sister body. David suddenly got reminded of all the precious time he had spent with his sister, Angel. He was furious and wanted to kill the person who had killed Angel. The investigation started.       He told his friends about this and said, “Please try to get more information....

  VAULT!                       It was a dark gloomy day. The sky was dark grey, the sun was covered by the rain carrying clouds. In the middle of nowhere, was a tiny, worn out hut. Who knew how long it could stand? Shingles had fallen of the roof, the plaster was exposed on the walls and the dusty, brown wooden door was almost off its hinges.        Inside this house was a ten-year old boy named Parker. He was packing up all his stuff with his mom. They were shifting tonight. To the city. To their old house. The house in which Parker’s father had died. Parker was a young a boy when this incident had taken place. He was playing on the floor with his cloth puppets when he had heard a gun fire. A bullet was nearing his chest, when Joane (Parker’s father) had dived and saved his life. They had immediately moved out and come to their present home, but now they were moving back to that wretched house of h...