14 ...the story of a mad man

Back in 2002 when i was in college, something crazy happened one Monday morning.My house was not very far from school so i used to stroll to school with my friends. So this Monday morning we headed to school as usual. When we came to the junction . Right in front of us stood a mad man.

We knew he was a mad man because his shirt was dirty and torn . He was black with dirt all over his body like he had just rubbed a cream produced with charcoal . He was standing on one spot talking to himself.He was lifting his left foot up and down like a soldier.

As we got close ,we could hear him mutter the number ...

"13 , 13 , 13, 13 "

 5 hours later on our way back from school. The mad man was still on the same spot.

saying the same number...

"13 , 13 , 13 , 13 "


So out of curiosity my friend James ,summed up courage and walked up to the mad man.
 And asked ...

"why do you keep saying the number 13 , 13 , 13 ?"


The mad man stopped counting for a few seconds and looked up at James .After a few seconds he continued repeating the number like nobody was standing before him.

James asked the question again...as he ended the question .
The mad man -with the speed of a WWF wrestler-carried James and slammed him on the ground.

He immediately started repeating...

14 , 14 , 14 ,14

Damn You Rain..

I walked out of the house around 8 a.m. .

The sky was dark and heavy. It was threatening to rain.

As I strolled on the road and tried to board a tricycle, it started drizzling. I stopped. Turned back and headed back home.

 No way I was going to get soaked by rain.

5 minutes after I got home. The rain abruptly stopped .

I went back out and started my journey again. I boarded  a tricycle and dropped at the junction-where I was to board another tricycle.

Suddenly , the rain started again. This time it fail heavily-like it was angry with the world.

 I was only halfway to my destination.

Guess what is did?

I spoke to the rider of the tricycle and he made a U- turn. I was going back home.

Damn you rain. 

$250 000

One evening, I was heading back home after seeing off my friends. When I got 10 houses away from my house, my phone vibrated in my hip pocket.

I brought it out and looked at the screen. It was a text message.

I opened it. Read it for 20 seconds and busted into a crazy fit of laughter. I almost fell into the gutter on the side of the road. People on the road thought I had just gone mad.

This was the content of the text message.

You have won $250 000 in the blackberry awards. For claims, send your name and mobile via. E-mail To:bbawards@blummail.org.

Wow…

$250 000?

That’s a lot of wad to play with . Damn, am freaking RICH. Am gonna paint the whole town red.

Am going to buy me a hummer truck…

BUT …wait a minute.

Here is the thing.

I got this text on my little, worn out Nokia phone.

I don’t have a blackberry. I don’t plan to buy one. At least not soon.

So the big question is-how the hell did I win $250 000?

Hahahahaha….

You can’t get me.  BLOODY Scammers.

wrong Room

I raised my head and looked around. All I could see was light shining from the top and bottom of 2 doors ,3 meters from the bed.  I noticed the room was tiled .

My room is covered with a red rug.Then it hit me.

I was not in my room.

“where the hell am I? “

I turned my head to my right and noticed somebody lying on the bed by my side.

“who the hell is lying on the bed in a room I don’t remember coming to?”.

I looked at the person on the bed. The dim light didn’t help. I looked hard.

Guess who was on the bed?

 Billy. My neighbor.

That was a big relief.

I searched around the bed for my phones. I was lying on them. I picked the nearest one and pressed a button. The light from the phone brightened the room . A  little.

I checked the time. It was 4: 25 a.m.

Billy moved his head . I had apparently woke him up or the light from the phone did.

“Billy how far?”

And that is how we talked for like 10 minutes . He told me how I came to his room the night before- tipsy. He said I spoke with him for a few minutes and slept off -just like that.

After we talked I stood up . Picked my 3 Nokia phones and headed for my room.

Introduction

Hi my name is …

Well , just call me Mk.

The other day I read an article that shook me .

A little .

I read that one needed 10000 hours of practice to be good at anything one chooses to do.

10 000 hours ?

Men ,that is like 13 to 15 years if you spend 2 hours daily practicing something. And since I want to hone my short story writing skills I decided to start this blog.

I will definitely not spend 2 hours daily writing short stories but I will write a story a day on this blog. It could be 4 lines , 100 words , 800 words or anything.

Yea , I may not write some days.

I will write stories about the little interesting things happening everyday in my life. Stories about what I have learnt.

Stories about stories.

Stories about other people’s story.

So as I learn something or anything at all about writing stories ,I will write a story and try to use it .

It is going to be like a diary?

Yea,  something like that.

But not like the boring shit people write in their dairies.

Feel free to comment ,correct or suggest anything to me.

MK .