Story No. 1 : She Loves Me ? She Loves Me Not ?

It was a cold evening of December, He was sitting on the bench of garden holding a daisy flower in his hands. He seems broken from inside. He was smart and good looking man with Asian look. He was gazing at the flower as he was asking the flower to give him the right answer.......... She loves me ... and ... plunk one petal of white daisy.

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The words ....SHE LOVES ME.... were full of magical effect, his face start glowing in the shadows of evening. His memory flashed back to the day when first time he met with her. First day of his college life.... Like every new comer of college she was finding her class room to join the lecture, She was a girl with perfection of nature, smile on her face mixed with innocence, combination of elegance  and style. She comes towards him and asked about the class room... and ... he was the luckiest man of the world that her class was same to him...Her name was Fiona, now they were class fellow.. they met daily in each class shares lot of lectures and take lunch together... He was confident that among 15 boys and 13 girls class mate they two are the best match.... Then came the son of ... son a very rich business man... named willson..

She loves me not...... an other petal fell down... Willson was not only rich.. he was sharp and handsome too. Like his cars he change his girl friends very often.. Willson joined the college three months late, that period was the golden time for him, before Willson he and Fiona were the only match in the class, but after Willson now it seems that every girl is after Willson, some due to money, some due to his handsome physical appearance... and the rest were tucked by his sharpness... sometimes he feel that Fiona will be tricked by his sharp mind and He will took advantage of her innocence..

She loves me... and plunk another petal with smile coming from inside of his soul. She was very caring.. when he got a fever and could not join the college for a week.. she visited his home nearly every evening.. He remembers that his fever got way when ever she come and grasped again when she left... She was like a medicine to him.. She was essential cure for his illness..

She loves me not... the flower loses another petal... The evening shades got more darker... The wind became more cold... It was a party at the class mate's home.. Willson was center of intentions of every one. Fiona was looking very pretty in the red dress.. she was looking like a rose spreading her fragrance every where in the party... When Willson comes to her asked for the dance.... Why she do not refuse to him... She loves me not..

She loves me... the flower was looking happy to give his life step by step for the beautiful memories.... Fiona was invited at dinner by him to celebrate the success of his achievement to get First position in class... At dinner all friends left away one by one but they both were stayed at hotel for a long time and strolled on the road side till late... She was wearing black dress and were looking elegant and graceful. He returned back to home at dawn with heart full of real achievement that he had found the real success the real treasure of the life... with a thinking in his mind that one day soon very soon he will purpose her...

She loves me not... the flower petals turned into rusty yellow the whiteness fades away... Willson gave a treat to class mate for starting his own new business center... Fiona was very happy in the party... Why... Why... please reply he asked the flower..

She loves me.... dropped another leaf.... The day was one of the brightest day for his life when Fiona got her first job... She was very happy and he was happier too... because she was..

She loves me not... the flower was begging not to plunk his leaves any more... The Boss of Fiona's office was the second repulsive person on the earth for him.. Now Fiona kept busy in office work and gave him less attentions...

She loves me..... a beautiful memory

She loves me not... a bad one..

One by one the petal was falling ..... Suddenly he stop counting and got up leaving the rest of half dead flower on the bench.

He had no courage to see the outcome of last leaf.. He could not face the decision of last leaf . He left the flower at the petal with she loves me .... He was full of happiness at this number and left the remaining flower with repeating this beautiful sentence ... SHE LOVES ME.... he do not want to know the outcome of last leaf.. and hurriedly left the garden

Leaving the daisy with five petals behind............

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Story No. 13 : Last Wish

Last Wish !!!!

I have been planning to suicide for the last three months, but fortunately or unfortunately was not able to find a suitable method for suicide. I want to pretend my suicide as an accident so that people may not think it was a suicide. Therefore, it took months to decide how to execute the plan. Now I had found one......................  

You may be wondering why I was planning to commit suicide. The story of my failures begins for the last two years when I fell in love at the very first time. My girlfriend was Scottish, and when I met with her father he said if I had to marry her daughter, I may possess my own house with a suitable business.... and..... from that day all the world got against me........

 I took a loan from a bank worth $ 1 M to start a business and to buy a house..........I bought a house with $ 0.5 M and with the remaining amount, I started a business with a partner to provide used cars on advance payments.......... In the first month of business, we received $ 1.5 M advances from our Clients to deliver the cars in next month. On the day before the delivery of cars, my partner fled away with all the collected money. He took even my favour leather coat that was given to me by my girl.....

 To payback, the advances of Clients I got another loan from a financial institute for $ 2 M. Now, within a few months, total debt increased to $ 3 M.

A friend of mine advised me to start a Job to pay back the loans. I got a job at a trucking company... I was given a ten wheels truck to drive across the cities to deliver the consignment... all was going well...... but one night the truck got stole from outside the motel......... The company kicked me out with a penalty forfeiting my security approx $ 0.1 M.................

I was on a trip to another city to meet my friend for financial support; I received a phone call from the local police that my house got fire due to unknown reason............

 In frustration, I went to a casino to turn the table with a jackpot-winning............. I lose the new Ferrari Car of my friend in the gambling and thrown out of the casino by the guards. My friend also kicked off me from his house for the loss of his car and ordered me to pay back his car in the next three months valuing $ 0.2 M..............

I went into a bar and drunk too much and broke the teeth of bartender over a quarrel due to excessive drinking...I was sent to Jail for one month............. There I met with a fellow who told me that he could help me in getting rid of all the financial loss within one go.............. He told me that if I could help him to flee away from prison......... He told me that he had a plan to take revenge with his business partner after escape from prison to burglar his partner's income from his house...     

I felt that taking revenge over a business partner is good enough, so I decided to help him out from the prison, and one beautiful evening I helped him in a successful escape. He met me after one month and made me also agreed to help him in the theft over a handsome share. I thought that it is better to theft a robber. He spotted a house on the map and explained his plan.

The plan of the robbery was well executed; we broke into the house, dozed the watchdogs, turned off security cameras, carefully passed laser safety arrangements, and reached to the vault... He was busy with the vault and successfully filled his bag with gold and ornaments. When I saw a picture on the wall, that was the picture of my girlfriend with her father............

To my surprise, when I leaned forward to peek in the next room with an open door, I saw my girlfriend sleeping in the bed..........The house may be inherited the property of my girlfriend, which I was not aware........ I hurried back to my fellow who had already closed the vault and was to move back from the mission...... I told him that we were at the wrong place, we should not steal that money...... but he was not convinced ... and during the arguments, my girlfriend woke up........ She turned the light on and with a scream put emergency alarm alive....... My partner with his bag runaway and within no time security guards arrested me............

 I have been sent to Jail again for six months. I told my girlfriend on what had happened with me since the last few months, but she did not convince............. One day my girlfriend visited me in the Jail and announced her breakup................ My life was already ruined, and now it was over.

I spend the days in Jail with the hope of meeting my girlfriend after the punishment. The day when I was sent freed from Jail, I headed straight towards her old home............... Where I came to know that she been married to someone a couple of months ago...........................

That is why I have been planning to suicide……………. Now I had an excellent plan…………….. ……… I planned to burst my kitchen with gas cylinder leakage…………….. I closed the door and window of the room and carefully seal the clits with the help of soaked cloth and let the gas cylinder valve open to fill the room with the gas………………………..

I sat on the chair with a picture of my girl in my hand and a lipo lighter in my other hand………. I was ready to suicide now………….

                       

  When I start feeling the smell of gas and felt that there was enough gas to burst the room with a little spark. I muttered my last, “ I want to meet my girlfriend for one last time ”. I clicked the lighter……. Clicked again……….again and again, but no spark came out of the lighter………… How could it be lighter went dead before me…. How unlucky I was…………. I stand up in search of a match or anything that can make fire.

Beneath my bed, I found my cigarette case with a matchbox…….. I hurriedly opened it because the smell of gas may attract any neighbour. There was only one match stick, and a little lottery ticket with biannual winnings draws……… I took up the ticket and again sat on the chair for a final blow………………

I was about to burn the match when I looked on the page of the newspaper showing the number of winning tickets that number was resembling with my ticket. I was surprised, and I again read then again carefully read the lottery number and winning number from the newspaper. They were perfectly matched. What does it mean? I won the first prize in the biggest lottery in the town. The prize money was more than $ 50 Million. I was shocked, happy and mad, Out of mind with pleasure, joy, and ecstasy……………

 I lit up the match to ignite my cigarette                 

Story No : 12. Before it’s too late

Bang! Bang! Bang!

 I put all three bullets in the chest of Mr J.D Jackson... I was shivering and sweating on what I have done. I had never killed even a fly in my life then how could I kill a man.........

My name is Carlos I am working as a journalist with a local newspaper. My job is to write reports on domestic violence and street crimes.... a month ago I received a phone call from Mrs J.D Jackson she told me that she had left her husband due to change in his behaviour from last few months and he had started to exceed his limits and his behaviour was now a threat to her life......

I told Mr Black local police officer regarding the call for the support and for permission to intervene to make report......... After that, I collected the data of J.D Jackson and planned a visit to his house secretly........ J.D Jackson was a famous professor of medicine and was researching on biological changes and complex breeding......... I came to know from the neighbourhood that J.D was a good polite man but from a few months, he was totally a changed man.......     

I found Prof J.D in his lab that he had made at his home..... He was lying on the examination table with a tube inserted in his arm and some sort of red coloured chemical was running down through the tube... I mistakenly dropped a vase on the floor which made Prof J.D conscious he hurriedly pulled out the tube and start searching the reason of fallen vase........ I secretly moved away from his house....and saved my life.......

I told police the officer that may be Prof was performing some experiments on himself and I was sure about it that those experiments had made Prof infuriated.......... We have to found more proofs before a police raid.  I decided to meet Mrs J.D Jackson who was now living with her daughter at a far place................. Mrs J.D Jackson told me that J.D Jackson was working on medicine to cure the deadly virus that spread from the biting of mad animals but the continuous failure had made him violent and aggressive......During all my investigations and visits it was cleared that Prof J.D was a poised man and only his failures had made him sadistic.

That morning before the incident happed I received the phone call from Mrs J.D Jackson... She was about to tell me something when with a scream the phone went dead......... I called the police to reach at his wife’s place before its too late...... When I reached the place of Mrs J.D..... The room was messy and can be noticed that some violence had happened there, I start searching for her and found them in the little hut nearby in the woods.............. Prof J.D Jackson had tied his wife on the chair and the blood was running down from her head........ His wife was making noises like an animal in the pain ...... Prof was about to inject some chemical in her chest... I shouted at him to stop............ Prof turned towards me and attacked at me with that injection half-filled with medicine...................

I put all three bullets in the chest of Mr J.D Jackson... I was shivering and sweating on what I had done. I had never killed even a fly in my life then how could I kill a man.........  my mind was repeating that It was self-defence reaction............ with badly pumping heart I unfastened the ropes of Mrs J.D Jackson when I untied her, she jumped over me........ I saw her face was like a furious animal and was getting blue.......... she told me that ............ 

She and Mr Jackson were infected by the virus and Prof was making medicine to cure it........... But the virus in her body was strong and always resists taking medicine for the cure......... Now she is going to kill me.............. She opened her mouth wide enough to swallow me alive........... At the same moment a headshot from police gun, burst her mouth into pieces................  I was standing there astonished and shivering thinking that a hunt of the story could end like this.

Story No. 11 : A shot in the heart

11.57 am

Angel had posted on the roof. Opposite the bank. From there, he would be free to see Brendan come out.

Like every day, the revolving door would spit it out in the street so that it becomes a shadow in the number ...

12:15

The bank clerk, always fresh and dapper, left the establishment at the scheduled time. Ready to rush into the crowd. The sniper adjusted his telescopic sight and in a quick calculation, evaluated the distance which separated him from his target. Brendan measured a good eighty meters that had to be converted into millimetres before dividing the result thus obtained, by the number of thousand dots that the latter took in the reticle. Admittedly, a method which could seem very archaic at the time of the laser rangefinder! Nevertheless, Angel had always known how to do without this device as advice from a spotter. And this, despite his very young age. All told, a simple bipod was enough for him to stabilize his weapon as best as possible and hit the bull's eye.

Still, it could not be more reactive, lying on the ground and well in position on his two elbows, Angel held his breath. He took into account the wind, the temperature as well as the light and then finally fired ...

12:16

Barely time to realize, Brendan had been hit in the heart. An organ that was no more resistant to beauty than bullets ... So when Karen, a nice little bookseller, appeared around the corner, he immediately fell in love with it.

12:17 PM

Angel, a mischievous smile drawn on his face, observed them for a moment in his glasses. He was quite happy to have swapped his golden bow and arrows for this sniper rifle.

Like a true Cupid, proud of his shot, the little partially naked blond, a crown of roses damn screwed on his head, got up in a delicate flutter of wings and said to himself that, decidedly, no one in this world was unable to escape ... Love!

Story No. 10 : The Wolf in the sheepfold

Once upon a time, there was a shepherd who lived in the mountains.

In this mountain, there was a sheepfold.

In this sheepfold, there were stalls.

In each of these stalls, there was a sheep.

The shepherd led his animals every day to the pastures. The sheep followed their guide, stopped to graze and left briskly until the next mountain pasture. Bleating with one voice, the herd advanced as a single being, in a procession very beautiful to see. In this long white ribbon, the villagers below could distinguish a dark point. This dark spot was a different sheep from the others. A black sheep.

How did this charcoal sheep get there? It was a mystery. During a thunderstorm, a sheep had fallen into a ravine. The next day at dawn, in the stall left free, a spacious and bright stall, near the door, the shepherd had found this strange black sheep. Having already lost three sheep, he had accepted the newcomer without asking questions.

For the first few days, the black sheep had ignored the biased looks of animals and men. When the other sheep pushed him hard or bit him to try to tear off his dark fleece, he did not reply. He followed them quietly, eating whatever was left to him, without complaining, so as not to stir up hostilities.

The shepherd, annoyed by the gossip of the villagers, annoyed by this spot in his flock, decided to get rid of the intruder. He dragged the intruder into a small wood and tied it securely to a tree. The night was falling. The wolves were only going to take a bite of it.

The black sheep took this new test with philosophy. Men always reacted like this: they tried to eliminate the one they believed to be the weak link. He gnawed on the rope until it broke and easily found the way to the fold.

When he arrived in the building, his comfortable stall was already occupied: a sheep with the golden eye had settled there. It was the shepherd's favourite sheep. A lively, skilful and sly animal that it was useless to fight against. The black sheep bowed its head and joined the free stall: a wet box in the darkest corner.

From that day, the animals tolerated the presence of the black sheep. We even end up recognizing him some qualities: insight, listening, discretion. The shepherd decided to keep it. By overcoming the ordeal, the beauty had proved its worth. The villagers did not understand this choice: this sheep was of bad omen, misfortune was about to befall the herd.

As if to confirm this prediction, the beasts gradually became less docile. Some moved away from the path and were reluctant to follow the route traced by the shepherd. Others were fighting. Where did this rebellion come from? The shepherd consulted his usual adviser, the sheep with the golden eye, who confirmed his fears: since the arrival of the black sheep, the atmosphere had continued to deteriorate.

The shepherd wanted to be clear about it. The black sheep grazed aside when he saw the man approaching to question him:

- Why do my animals question my authority? Are you responsible for this agitation?

The black sheep sighed. Now things started all over again and again ... He defended himself:

- It's not my fault! When will they finally stop using me as a scapegoat? Be honest and recognize it: the tensions already existed before my arrival. I suffer them like you. We all go through them.

- You lie! cried the shepherd. My sheep have always obeyed me so far. The atmosphere was good before your arrival. You're the culprit, I'm sure!

The black sheep rolled his eyes. Were the men so blind?

- Shepherd, listen to me: your flock is rotten from the inside. The worm is in the fruit. You ignore it, it seems, but there is a wolf in the sheepfold. A discreet, unsuspected wolf, perfectly concealed. An animal that looks so much like a sheep that you got caught in. An unscrupulous predator who takes advantage of your trust pulls the strings and eliminates the weakest among us. Haven't you already lost three sheep?

The shepherd swept these words with the back of his hand. A wolf in sheep's clothing? Or a sheep that has become a carnivore? A mutant? How about a zombie? This black sheep was delirious!

In the days that followed, however, doubt settled in the mind of the shepherd, like an insidious rule. He became suspicious, spoke less, watched his animals. One of them was always in the lead, bleating loudly to ask for more fodder in her stall, more fatty grass, a less tiring route ... Could it be she, the conspirator?

At nightfall, the man slipped into the fold and walked around the stalls. The animals slept peacefully. When he reached the last box, near the door, a burst of light caught the eye of the shepherd. He leaned over the sheep with the golden eye. From the half-opened mouth of the animal pointed small sharp fangs. It was he, the traitor! His favourite, his advisor! Trembling with rage and fear, the shepherd grabbed a fork along the wall and chased the animal away. We never see him again.

Peace returned to the flock. When the shepherd fixed the route, the sheep followed him, calm and docile. Everyone grazed on the grass they encountered, without dispute or opposition. The black sheep found his comfortable stall near the door. He finally became a full member of the group, an individual appreciated for his qualities and originality.

The shepherd set out to find a new beast to complete his flock. Black sheep or white sheep? It didn't matter to him. Only those who trouble sharp teeth!

Story No. 9 : Margerate (Inspiration from Story from French Collection)

It was the summer of my seventeen years. My parents once again got rid of me; they had paid me for a long and expensive linguistic stay in Margate, an English seaside resort. I was bored firmly, as always, between classes, cultural visits, sports activities and television evenings with my host family. Fortunately, one evening, when I had obtained midnight permission and joined my friends in a student club, I met Angelica. My life changed.
- Hey rocker, you seem to piss yourself off.
- I've known better.
- You're French, right?
- I can't hide it.

She looked like Siouxsie Sioux, the Gothic singer in vogue at the time; it was even the magnified version, studied. She was two years older than me and worked in a Pakistani fast food restaurant to pay for her studies as a fashion designer. I had a hard time imagining serving onion doughnuts dressed as the princess of darkness. My remark made her laugh.

* * *

I hadn't been asked when Angelica had offered to go to an alternative club. After a short taxi trip, we arrived in an industrial area, in the middle of nowhere. She showed me a dark building.
- It looks like a warehouse.
- During the day, it's a parts factory for shipbuilding. At the weekend, it becomes the ultimate in the alternative world, especially at night.
- And do you come here often?
- Only when I'm hungry. I bring a mortal whom I devour with relish.
- It's promising.
- If you are wise, I will keep you alive for tomorrow and the next day.


Entering the saint of saints of the British counter-culture should not be easy in view of the cerbères and the queue. Angelica slipped a few words into the ear of the bouncers then pointed at me. Without noticing it, I found myself inside the nightclub, in the middle of a colourful crowd mixing all the styles of the time, not only the Gothic ones. My beauty took my hand and drew me to one of the bars. At the touch of his fingers, I felt his desire to possess me, to bewitch me. This feeling excited me. The bartender offered me the cocktail reserved for new arrivals. She told him that I was a freedman, that he could serve me a triple dose. I was going to object but my princess of darkness shoved her tongue in my mouth. My little heart exploded.

* * *

I was in the centre of the dance floor. Angelica held me by the waist; we both moved to metallic music from the depths of the earth. Our faces approached then moved away, in a throbbing and exciting rhythm. Her hair had my body on each touch. I felt his volcanic breath when his mouth touched mine.

Suddenly I turned my head as if alerted by a sixth sense. A dancing couple was catching fire. The woman looked me straight in the eyes and then smiled at me with a toothless mouth. I looked to the left and saw other living torches. The rare flameless beings seemed as surprised as I was. They could no longer detach themselves from their burning partners. I wanted to stop dancing. My legs refused to obey. Angelica didn't seem to be affected by the blaze. She saw my confusion. I felt his hands plough my ribs.
- What's going on, rocker? I thought you were looking for thrills.
- These guys are burning.
- You don't risk anything in my arms.
- Let's leave this place!

I found myself elsewhere, in the middle of gigantic trees and quirky rocks, in a charged atmosphere. Angelica was gone. I tried to call him but no sound came out of my mouth. The air smelled more and more smoke. The sky was getting dark and oppressive. I decided to walk straight ahead, not really knowing where I was going.

* * *

We were now thousands of walkers, united by the same tempo and led by an invisible hand. The landscape gradually deformed, giving way to a desert with the cracked ground. The horizon was melting. The rain added to the darkness. I felt the cold drops penetrate my body and invade my being. I cried.

Suddenly the air became metallic. The sky froze. The landscape was industrialized, beams and steel wires embedded in imposing geometric structures. The cohort of walkers changed colour from a sinister grey to blue with dark reflections. I did not move anymore.

Time slows down. I saw the surrounding bodies decompose into fragments, silver filaments and projected into the sky by a breeze. I thought I saw the ultimate truth. I tried one last time to break my invisible ties. My legs obeyed again. I resumed my march forward. Heaven was cleared of its silver threads. The floor was transformed into white and black tiles. I walked without stopping, in a cold and infinite world. Angelica suddenly faced me.
- Are you far enough?
- I do not know! Am I dying
- Are you scared?
- Not anymore! I am tired of walking, running away without knowing why.
- We are alone now! Just you and me.
- Take me home!
- You'll get bored! Here, you saw the back of the scene, the end of boredom.
- I do not care! I had my dose of strong emotions. I want to go home!
- Do you think it's over? Like that, because you decided it?
- Angelica!
- There is always a price to pay.

She looked at me one last time before disappearing into the empty vastness. I do not remember the rest. I never heard from her again. My parents stopped sending me on a language study trip to England or elsewhere. Now they spend all their holidays with me. I'm going to be thirty. I am not bored with the other residents of this sanatorium.

Story No. 8 : Hector, small adventurer submarine (Inspired Story)

Once upon a time, there was a submarine that lived at the bottom of the ocean, more than 7000 meters deep. Hector, the submarine had never had much company. He had gotten used to this world of silence. But in recent times, the few living animals around him had completely disappeared. Sad and unhappy, he decides one fine morning to go up to the surface of the ocean with the hope of meeting people there.

- Wow! he does when he finally arrives at his destination. I have never seen so many colours. It's beautiful!

Hector is now surrounded by a crowd of multicoloured tropical fish. Clownfish, lionfish, surgeonfish, turtles ... the little submarine no longer know where to turn!
Suddenly, a deafening noise fate of his wonder. Someone is knocking on his hull.

- Anyone in there? asks Alfred, one of the little clownfish.
- Yes, there's me, replies the very edgy submarine. But stop banging on my shell! You break my ears.
- Sorry. I didn't think it was painful ... answers the little fish.

Alfred, very curious, wants to know a little more about this stranger.

- Where are you from? he asks.
- I don't want to answer you, Hector decides to end the discussion.
- Come on, be nice. It is not every day that we see someone arriving. Besides, you don't look like other fish.
- If you want to know, I come from far away ... From the depths of the Caribbean Sea. I'm a submarine and my name is Hector.
- Ah! Well, it's Alfred.
- What brings you here Hector? Ask Alfred
- I decided to go back to the surface because I was bored all alone at the bottom of the ocean.
- Ah well here, it will not happen to you! There is no shortage of company. If you want, I can show you around, suggests the little fish.

This is how Alfred and Hector set off together to explore the reefs. The clownfish sneak around as much as it wants. For the submarine, it is another matter. With its metal carcass, it bumps easily. It must, therefore, be very careful not to break any coral.
Suddenly, Alfred sees a huge shadow approaching them. He then begins to panic.

- Hector, quickly, we must leave, alerts Alfred.
- Why? Hector surprised. I'm just starting to have fun.
- Uh, maybe you should turn around, advises the little fish

At this moment, the submarine sees a gigantic barracuda tumbling at full speed. Panicked, Alfred fled as quickly as he could, but the danger was there.

- I don't want to end up in her stomach! Help! yells the exhausted little fish.
- Quick, I have an idea. Come aboard, suggests Hector.

The little clownfish gathers all its strength and climbs aboard the submarine. The barracuda hits Hector hard, which resists shock!

- Phew, I escaped it beautiful, said the little relieved fish.
- Yes, two more seconds and you ended up between his teeth! confirms Hector.

Finally safe and sound, Alfred moved into the submarine's control room.

- I don't know how I can thank you, said the little admiring fish.
- I have an idea, replies Hector too happy to have made himself useful. We could become friends and go explore the ocean floor together.
- Very good idea, confirms Alfred full of enthusiasm.

And this is how Hector and Alfred now sail together all over the planet.