Monday Writing Thread ‘II’
September 13th, 2010 | 
Author: It’s here again! Last week’s writing thread story turned out unexpected; it was a success nonetheless. We are into the second week of the ‘writing thread’. It’s the head of a story and all you need to do is add on maximum two paragraphs to the story. There is no expectation, whatsoever, just go with the flow. New readers who are unaware of this, please read and learn about ‘Monday Writing Thread’. Do add your part of the story.
He walked as fast as his broken left leg could move in sync with the right; the heavy down pour obstructed his sight, path and progress. But he had to find a cover before they caught up with him or found him. They must have already closed up on him when he had fallen asleep for 15 minutes while he stopped to rest for a couple of minutes. That was 2 hours ago and with a bad leg, they would catch up with him in no time.
The forest was the only place he could think of going to; town was 3 hours away and it would be death to even try to get there. There was a cave by the edge of the cliff near the forest but it was too obvious a hiding place. He stumbled towards the cover of the forest.
His backpack suddenly seemed to be heavier. Only if he could shed it but he knew he couldn’t because the contents of his backpack were his survival. He dragged himself towards the forest. It would have been just a few minutes’ walk had he had good legs; with a bad leg it seemed to be hours away.
Inch by inch, he saw the forest getting closer and closer. ‘Few minutes more,’ he whispered to himself. As he entered the cover of the forest, he threw himself on the wet grass to rest for a while; before he could examine his new surrounding, his eyes closed out of need for a rest of its own.
He woke up with a start…
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Tags: Aurora, bad leg, cave, cliff, cover, forest, Monday writing thread, town
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A burly man stood peering deep into his eyes, dredging out an eerie shiver making him go weak in the knees.”Snap!snap!” his chubby heavy fingers seemed to have more power than the whole of his energy put together. “I….I….” words failed him; the rain, his wounded heart added by the physical pain from his leg and the weight of his back pack had taken a toll on his communication skills too. It was as if words had taken a ride far away from his being. “Come with me!” the stranger spoke with a heavy accent he remembered from somewhere his muddled mind couldnot place at the moment.
He followed, staggering, more out of fear than keen compainionship. The moss had filled the old dirt track, making it almost invisible as the meek n the powerful duo walked deeper into it.
‘Com’on Kencho, you got to move fast,we are getting late..’ the burly man blurted as they clambered up the slopy grass land. Kencho looked behind to assure that no one was following them. The slight hustling of the evening breeze soothed his face shining in the crimson sun. He was sweating copiously from his brow. ‘Kencho! Did you get the thing?’ The burly man asked him with a whisper. Kencho stared at him with a hatred. ‘Why is he in a hurry? He nearly got me killed.” Kencho fumbled for an appropriate words to reply to this friend of his. He was Khampa Dorji, his uncle. The man who planned this indefinite robbery of the Takalung Monastery. Reaching a mound, they rested for a minute on the soft bamboo leaves. Khampa stared at Kencho sternly and opened his mouth to speak, ‘ wai……….
“wai, did you get the statue?”
Kencho looked deep into the eyes of his uncle. He was sweating profusely with fear and fright.
“Go away please, leave me alone, don’t kill me,” Kencho pleaded. Khampa was nervous. But he knew what was going through Khampa. The worst fear of spirits taking hold of his nephew’s soul came true. Without losing much time, he fetched the water from nearby stream and poured all over the face of Kencho who by then was vomiting blood and clenching his fist and teeth. He looked wrathful when he pleaded to spare his life.
Khampa shook him from the ground, poured the remaining water on Kencho’s head and shouted at the top of his lungs. The hands were stiffening, eye balls rolling and mouth brimming with the spittle foam of saliva.
“It is me your uncle,” he shouted.
“Go away, don’t kill me, don’t….” Kencho pleaded unconscious.