Good news: Moving to a new domain + Sample chapter of my new EBook

So, it’s been a while since I have written something on this blog.  Yes, I have been busy with writing an Ebook and some personal duties.  The last few weeks have been very hectic.  But there’s a good news.  There’s two infact.

#1 – Moving to a new domain

My wordpress blog (https://rajashortstories.wordpress.com/) would be moving to a new domain (http://rajawrites.com/).  I had a lot of doubt whether to go for rajashortstories.com or rajawrites.com.  Then I thought, rajawrites would be more apt, because I am planning to write on several topics and not just short stories.  So in a few days, you might not see this wordpress blog and I will be redirecting the traffic to the new domain.  So wish me good luck with the new domain 🙂

#2 – Sample chapter of my new EBook

My sample chapter for the EBook “What I learnt by writing 26 short stories in 7 days” is ready.  You can download it by visiting this link and entering my email list:

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http://wil-landingpage.pagedemo.co/

The sole purpose of getting your email id in this site is to send you spam mails.  Just kidding.  It’s to keep the email list updated with the latest about the EBook.  I want to send out updates to only those who are really interested in the EBook.

Please do read it and send me your feedback.

 

With these good news, I am signing off today.  Have a wonderful weekend.

Cheers.

E – Escort (A short fiction)

It’s about time my flight took off as I was thinking about her.

I usually went to Delhi on my business trips, but this time I was travelling just to meet her. It’s actually the 10th time, that I was meeting her. Yeah, I have kept a count. Because, each meeting has been memorable and I was slowly falling in love with her.

The first time, when I met her, she came to my hotel room at the Taj Palace. We had a nice chat, we got comfortable and then we travelled together to meet various business stakeholders, roamed a couple of places. I always loved the company of escorts. Their main job is to keep high profile business people like me comfortable, keep them good company and obviously fulfil their sexual desires.

One thing about escorts is that they are generally highly educated, independent and they know how to please their clients. And I am not talking about just the sex. They do know how to behave in various situations, how to give company. Afterall, I needed it. I felt lonely in life at 50, after my wife died of cancer.

Me and my wife loved each other so much, her loss left a gaping hole inside me. It’s been 8 years but I have still not recovered fully. And I have never tried to find love, as most of the people I have met in my surroundings were gold diggers. One problem with getting rich is that you will never know what people’s true intentions are. There’s always this doubt about what the other person wants from you.

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But, I rarely felt lonely at home, because work kept me occupied. But whenever I was out on official trip, I felt very lonely. That’s why I started liking the company of escorts.

I have been doing this since the past three years. I have been meeting different girls, rarely I have asked for the same girl twice. But she is an exception, Madhuri. Continue reading

D – Drip (A short fiction)

I feel something tapping my forehead, repeatedly, as I slowly regain my consciousness. I don’t know what it is and where I am, but it’s disturbing.

I try to shake my head, but I just can’t. Feel like, some object is stopping the movement and my head is stuck in one position.

As I try to open my eyes, I realize that it’s all wet around my eyes. Now I start to realize that it’s water drops dripping down drop by drop on my forehead.

I could trace the water droplets as one by one, each one of them drops on my forehead then rolls down towards my eyes and further rolls down my cheeks and into my neck. I could feel that my hair is getting wet as well.

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With much difficulty, I slowly open my eyes to see that the room was fully dark. I realize that I am in a lying position. I try to move my hands, legs but I couldn’t move them. Seems my hands and legs too are tied up. Continue reading

C – Critic (A short fiction)

Charles, the author had just now launched his new book and is eagerly awaiting reviews on his book. So he had created a facebook page exclusively for that.

Just to keep the page moving, he had posted a couple of quotes, dialogues, thoughts from the book and converted into a few facebook posts, the previous day. Today, he was anxiously awaiting the comments from his readers.

“You are the most pathetic writer I have ever read. Your narration skills were so pathetic.” he wrote on his facebook page.

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“You are a shitty writer. You write pretty slow. The story moves at a dog’s pace.” he wrote on another post.

He went through the other comments. Most of them from others were good, but the comment from this one reader bothered him.

Charles became furious at the comments, because most of them were personal. At least, he expected some respect from the commentator. But he patiently replied to each and every one of them.

But the reader continuously abused him, belittled him comparing the author’s work to junk.

Then he went to his profile, only to find him write a review on his blog totally bashing the book.

“This man is an annoyance. He is spoiling my new facebook page. And he is spoiling my credibility. It’s time to sort this out. Maybe it’s time to meet him personally.”

So he PM’ed that critic.

The critic responded, then they chatted for a while. They agreed to meet at the author’s place.

That evening, The critic arrived at the author’s place.

“You’re welcome, It’s my pleasure to have you this evening.” said Charles.

“The pleasure is mine.” the critic said.

After exchanging a couple of pleasantries,

“Let’s get down to dining and business. Can we?” said Charles.

The critic nodded and they started having their dinner.

After a few basic questions and discussing their likes and dislikes about different types of food,

“So, do you really don’t like my work?” said Charles.

“No. I don’t. Whatever I wrote on that page are my honest opinions. I hope you aren’t expecting me to change my views just because you are arranging for this dinner.”

“No. I don’t. You can have your opinions. But the only thing that I expect you to do is to delete those comments and pull down your blog post critiquing my book. That’s all I want from you. And it’s strictly business. What do you expect in return?”

“Mr. Charles, I thought your writing was shitty. You seem more shitty than your writing. You want to buy me out and silence my voice. That won’t happen.” said the critic.

“You are insulting me. I am just trying to strike a business deal. That’s how it works in this world. Or at least for me. I bet the offer would be good. Want to hear the deal?”

By now, the critic had finished his dinner.

“No. Mr. Charles. I have had enough. I owe you a dinner at my place. But maybe someday when you start writing real good stuff and also when you are out of your dirty mind. Good bye.” he said and started leaving.

“Is this your final decision?” Charles said.

“Yes, absolutely.” he said.

“Do you want to know what happened to Akilesh?” Charles said.

The critic paused. “The famous critic.”

He thought for a while. “Yeah. He died in a car accident, two years ago. But why are you asking me that?”

“Hmm. It’s related. Let me tell you a little story.”

The critic got a bit curious and waited.

“Once upon a time, there was this writer, always curious to write new things. Maybe, he wasn’t the most prolific writer. But he had good stories to share. Stories that really connected with the people. Then he wrote a story and gave it to 57 publishers. No one entertained his story.” he said and took a pause.

The critic realized that Charles was talking about himself.

“Then finally he got a break. He got a small publisher agree to publish his book. Then he shot to fame. It wasn’t a runaway hit, but it sold a good number of copies. But one guy wasn’t happy with that success. That was Mr. Akilesh. He critiqued me, he ridiculed me, he tore me apart in my facebook page and in his blog. Then the writer got furious. So he wanted to sort him out. So he invited him for dinner.”

The critic listened with intent.

“Then they had dinner. The author tried to talk business with Akilesh. He denied.”

“Then the attacks went personal. Akilesh personally insulted the author. You know, the author is an egoistic chap. He doesn’t like critics. He doesn’t like personal insults.”

“So he took the flower vase and hit Akilesh on his head, instantly rendering him unconscious. Unconscious for life. Then he drove Akilesh’s car and made the entire episode look like an accident.” he said and picked the flower vase in his hand.

The critic’s heart started pounding fast. “No, no. Please don’t. Are you mad? Did you kill him?”

“No, I told you it’s strictly business. I have earned a reputation. I don’t want to get it spoiled by some stupid critic, who have no other work than belittle years of hard work. I will become the number one author, one way or the other.”

—-Next day—

Blog post update from the critic:

I tried reading the book for the second time. I believe, I missed out so many things in my first reading. It’s an excellent book. Granted, you might see me as changing my stand. I was a critic. But now, the critic in me is silenced. Or should I say, Charles silenced my critic. Or rather his beautiful and refreshing approach did.

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Dear readers, please feel free to comment/critique my stories. It would be of immense help.  In case you already don’t know, I am writing this as part of the A to Z short story challenge

Here are the other stories that I have written as part of this challenge :

A – Addiction (A short fiction)

B – Bookmark (A short fiction)

C – Critic (A short fiction)

D – Drip (A short fiction)

E – Escort (A short fiction)

F – Frock (A short fiction)

G – Greed (A short fiction)

H – Hero (A short fiction)

I – Insomnia (A short fiction)

J – Jigsaw (A short fiction)

K – Kick

L – Landline (A short fiction)

M – Minute (A short fiction)

N – Novel (A short fiction)

O – Overtime (A short fiction)

P – Proposal (A short fiction)

Q – Quarter (A short fiction)

R – Revenge (A short fiction)

S – Sunlight (A short fiction)

T – Typewriter (A short fiction)

U – Useless (A short fiction)

V – Vendetta (A short story)

W – Wild (A short fiction)

X – Xylophone (A short fiction)

Y – Yogurt (A short fiction)

Z – Zoo (A short fiction)

Please do take your time to read and drop in your comments.  Thanks.

B – Bookmark (A short fiction)

I flick through the pages of a book. I’m at the fag end of the book. The book that I have been reading since a week. As I am reading, all of a sudden, I hear a vibrating sound near my book. I get startled. That’s what usually happens with me when I am deeply involved with something and I get disturbed.

“Amma calling” flashes in the mobile.

“Why is she disturbing me?” I think to myself.

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I pick up the call and “Amma, I will be starting in another 15 minutes ma.”

“Ok my dear, come carefully. The road might be lonely” she says.

“Ok ma. I will take care.”

No matter how much I grow up, mom will always be a mom. For her, i am still that little girl wearing a frock and flaunting a ponytail.

But how much ever I scold her, she is my biggest support. Especially after what happened in my life. Continue reading

A – Addiction (A short fiction)

“Promise. This is the last time I am going to drink.” I promised to myself and had another round of gin.

“Today, today is the last day, to be precise”

I have been trying to stop this deadly habit since two years.

I have always been a heavy drinker. Ever since my college days. My other friends knew their limits. But somehow I didn’t. I liked the imaginary world it takes me to. So I drink more and more. And usually, I would drink a lot and then pass out.

I never wanted to quit till they arranged a marriage for me. After that I really really wanted to quit.

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Ever since I got married, I reduced my drinking parties. I would reduce it to once every two days instead of everyday. I had told her about my drinking habits, but as most women think that they can make a bad man good, she thought so. Continue reading

Announcing A to Z short story challenge

You know what, craziness happens once in a while. And it happened yesterday night. So the CBC, in which I am a member, announced about they will be distributing book as a prize for the April A to Z challenge.

And there were discussions that this weekend was the deadline. So suddenly a thought came up. Can I write 26 blog posts in 3-4 days time?

As crazy as it sounds, the very thought of it challenged me. So here I am. Announcing that I am taking up the A to Z challenge.

Actually, I got supportive comments from two of my fellow members (Bragadeesh and Shree Janani).  That inspired me too. 🙂

But it does come up with a few challenges. All the posts has to be based on a theme.

So, we discussed micro fiction as a theme and it seems that it was ok.

So, I am trying to come up with rules for this challenge myself, so that I don’t end up cheating too much.

  1. So, it will be 26 short fiction
  2. Each post will be a minimum of 50 words
  3. It can be of different genre.
  4. The story would be edited, at least I would spend 10 minutes editing the stories.

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Rule no. 5 : The story needs to be good.  Worth reading.  It need not be great. But a reader shouldn’t feel that her time was wasted.

Preparation for this challenge:

So, drilling down the challenge a bit, I would have to write 26 stories in 4 days. So that makes it 6.5 stories per day. So let’s approximate it to 7 short stories per day.

Yesterday, I started picking a few words in A to Z that immediately made me think. I noted down those words in Evernote.  So that will save me sometime so that everytime I think of an alphabet, I need not go and search for a word.  I have a pre-filled list to get it from.

Even if I have one story per hour, I need to spend 26 hours in just the story writing. With two weekdays and two weekend days, maybe I could pull in those hours.

The challenge is daunting, but somehow I feel I could make it till the end. Let’s see.

So my dear CBCians, that’s what is so great about a like minded group. I would like to thank you for this unintended writing marathon challenge.

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Here are the other stories that I have written as part of this challenge :

A – Addiction (A short fiction)

B – Bookmark (A short fiction)

C – Critic (A short fiction)

D – Drip (A short fiction)

E – Escort (A short fiction)

F – Frock (A short fiction)

G – Greed (A short fiction)

H – Hero (A short fiction)

I – Insomnia (A short fiction)

J – Jigsaw (A short fiction)

K – Kick

L – Landline (A short fiction)

M – Minute (A short fiction)

N – Novel (A short fiction)

O – Overtime (A short fiction)

P – Proposal (A short fiction)

R – Revenge (A short fiction)

S – Sunlight (A short fiction)

T – Typewriter (A short fiction)

U – Useless (A short fiction)

V – Vendetta (A short story)

X – Xylophone (A short fiction)

Y – Yogurt (A short fiction)

Z – Zoo (A short fiction)

Please do take your time to read and drop in your comments.  Thanks.