ThauMAturGy oF tIme

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Drinking and soaking self in the rain when a voice called out my name. A bottle of whiskey in hand, I thought I left my cellphone in the pub so I turned around to see but found no figure was approaching me. Another thought of deliberately leaving that irritating object arrived which cancelled the former and I resumed the walk.

Thoughts, thoughts and more thoughts started forming a depressing rhythm detached from the musical chime of the rain, the wetness of my eyes had a lot to say. I gulped more and sat under the lonely tree full of leaves which readily accepted my companionship. A lamp post stood besides glaring at me with a wide smile white in colour.

And the thaumaturgy of time began.


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Micro Series: ‘Thaumaturgy of Time’

by
Kritika

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mY cUp oF CoffEE

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My Cup of Coffee: ‘ Relax. With every sip try aligning your thoughts in a presentable manner’
Me: ‘So you can talk?’
My Cup of Coffee: ‘Yes. Well, you have to be a good listener for it.’
Me: ‘All ears.’
My Cup of Coffee: ‘Funny. How are you listening to me now?’
Me: ‘It is my imagination you see. I am making you talk.’
My Cup of Coffee: ‘Why?’
Me: ‘There is no one to talk to and I need something to write upon.’
My Cup of Coffee: ‘Why me? I do not like talking. I am to be felt.’
Me: ‘But I want you to talk. Be my muse for this night.’
My Cup of Coffee: ‘I won’t. Period.’
Me: ‘Want to write humour.’
My Cup of Coffee: ‘Do you find me humourous?’
Me: ‘Let me think. Will get back on this one.’
My Cup of Coffee: ‘Did you prepare me for consumption or hearing your nonsense?’
Me: ‘Ah, you are cold.’
My Cup of Coffee: ‘I am in REALITY cold now.’
Me: ‘Poor me. You want me to throw you?’
My Cup of Coffee: ‘Better than hearing your nonsensical talks.’

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Kritika

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Midnight

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Pouncing on the moistness of my tongue with the sound of the clashing teeth reverberating down my manhood, sending shivers, which was in her hands. The supple body pressed on mine, melting like hot chocolate with the wildness of the kisses, captivating my mind to be her submissive. Desperate in returning the favour of her fervor, I grabbed her luscious waist to bring it under me but her strength left me aghast.

Her twinkling eyes had a different shade each time she paused in satisfaction and her glossy lips touching me felt love, as if I finally achieved what I long desired, ignoring every thought of her eyes. Like a cannibal, her fondling with my prick gave me the high to explore her beauty. Reaching for her velvety rose petals, the groan with a pout gave me the power to rule over her. Widening them, I dipped my finger inside the lava which was waiting for my frivolous tongue. I wanted to care for her, explore her body, love her each day but this thought vanished when my eyes widened at what I saw.

Few minutes left to midnight and her eyes were cold ice. I was astonished at her deadly glance but did not want to leave her. She insisted me to run right away but I stayed. The clock struck 12 and she completely turned into a human bat. The pain in her eyes had a story unknown to others and my story began just after she bit my neck.


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