He found it while ploughing the field. It was beautiful, stark black, and magnificent. How was it dug deep into the dirt, he wondered. Why would anyone discard away this jewel which could fetch him enough money, that he would never again need to plough a barren land.
He took it to the local jeweler, building castles along the path that he hurriedly walked. But before he reached the jeweler, he randomly stopped. There was an unusual magnetic pull he felt. Why should he give the jewel away? It's too prized a possession to sell off for pieces of paper. He went home and presented it to his wife. The wife, who had never received a shiny utensil forget jewelry, was ecstatic. Her miser husband, who hardly made enough money to make little curry in her copper pots and boil rice, had today got her a beautiful black pendant. Happily, she wore it and went to her neighbor's house to show off.
As the wife entered the house, she saw Mrs B playing with her child. She suddenly felt an urge. It was probably just thirst. She asked for water, but it didn't seem enough. What did she want? It had become unbearable.
Mrs B was unbelievably jealous. How did that miser man manage to buy that beautiful pendant. The wife couldn't sleep, think, or eat. She felt a demonic desire. She wanted to eat the child. She craved human flesh. At night, when she was sure the village had gone off to sleep, she crept into Mrs B's window. The next morning, everyone woke up to heart wrenching screams. News spread like wild fire. There was a disgusting murder of a young child. The flesh was eaten off, and the bones were arranged into some design that could only mean that a devil was set loose in the village.
As three nights passed, another child was murdered, then another. Simple mathematics, every fourth night a child was eaten and the bones were arranged in a demonic pattern.
The people were terrified, no child played anymore. All parents locked their houses and rarely let the men out to work. A dull fear had taken over.
He watched his wife. She had a beautiful glow. He happily went to plough the barren land.
He took it to the local jeweler, building castles along the path that he hurriedly walked. But before he reached the jeweler, he randomly stopped. There was an unusual magnetic pull he felt. Why should he give the jewel away? It's too prized a possession to sell off for pieces of paper. He went home and presented it to his wife. The wife, who had never received a shiny utensil forget jewelry, was ecstatic. Her miser husband, who hardly made enough money to make little curry in her copper pots and boil rice, had today got her a beautiful black pendant. Happily, she wore it and went to her neighbor's house to show off.
As the wife entered the house, she saw Mrs B playing with her child. She suddenly felt an urge. It was probably just thirst. She asked for water, but it didn't seem enough. What did she want? It had become unbearable.
Mrs B was unbelievably jealous. How did that miser man manage to buy that beautiful pendant. The wife couldn't sleep, think, or eat. She felt a demonic desire. She wanted to eat the child. She craved human flesh. At night, when she was sure the village had gone off to sleep, she crept into Mrs B's window. The next morning, everyone woke up to heart wrenching screams. News spread like wild fire. There was a disgusting murder of a young child. The flesh was eaten off, and the bones were arranged into some design that could only mean that a devil was set loose in the village.
As three nights passed, another child was murdered, then another. Simple mathematics, every fourth night a child was eaten and the bones were arranged in a demonic pattern.
The people were terrified, no child played anymore. All parents locked their houses and rarely let the men out to work. A dull fear had taken over.
He watched his wife. She had a beautiful glow. He happily went to plough the barren land.
Well done! =)
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thanks! yea i need to figure it out ya..its so confusing..wait il find n add..
DeleteRather bizarre. May be I couldn't understand the inner meaning of the plot. I wish Tanvi - a rookie in the field of literature - should side by side, study the works of classical story writers like Anton Chekov, Guy da Maupassant, Somerset Maugham, John O'Hara, Ernest Hemingway O Henry, and others. As a writer myself, I wish her success.
ReplyDeleteAwba (Grandpa - Yeshwant Karnik).
Yes it's bizarre. :) Thanks Awba.
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