Think of the Devil....

He looked down, what looked like miles below, cars zooming past signals, humans looking like ants running amok among scattered crumbs. The moon, of course had no business interfering, so it stared, nonchalantly and continued to shine upon a dismal world. He wiped away a tear that seemed almost on the verge of stepping out of the comfy confines of his eyelids. "Today i shall fall; from the top of a building",he thought and that's when the past came hurtling back, like an unruly truck without a driver. His life was the way it was supposed to play out in the movies; his girl dumped him for someone richer, he lost his job to recession. The latest was his landlord finally asking him to vacate the house. So here he was, talking to himself, playing out the movie of his Life, and close to writing the climax. This is how it was all supposed to end. He would jump off this building, stop traffic for sometime,till a few screams later, someone would finally scrape him off the sidewalk. Quite simple actually.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you", someone spoke from behind him. The shock almost knocked him off balance, into the screaming nothingness below, but he just managed to balance himself. He couldn't let his death be an accident.It had to be a well thought of exit from this world to the next.No accidents please !

The man was standing in the shadows and was not clearly visible. He wore a shirt and pants, all dark colored, not revealing anything about him. Besides, when he had come on the terrace to end his life, he clearly remembered himself being alone.

"I am the Devil himself", the man said and moved forward. He was now standing in the dimmed neon glow of the single bulb that flickered on the terrace. The man was, no offence whatsoever, ordinary. He looked like he could use some upgradation. So our very own "suicide man" asked the question that would probably be bubbling in some corner of your brain now,

"You dont Look like the devil."

"If you had expected me to come with my tail and pitchfork, I am sorry to have broken your heart", he retorted, smartly fishing out a cigerette from his pocket and lighting it. The glow from the match revealed what the bleak bulb could not; two pointy little stubs sticking out of his head. That proved it then. This was the devil. The suicide man believed it and he did not need a certificate.

Smoke rose up, forming a little stinky cloud of cigarette smoke, as he continued, "I had thought you would take longer, you know. A few setbacks and you want to come storming, right up my ass! Whatever happened to perseverance and 'things get better'? Couldnt we all use a little more time?"

This was starting to get a little weird for someone who had come up to put a period to his life's sentence. He stared at the man who claimed to be The Devil and wondered if this was all a dream. He looked down at the traffic which was still moving just as he had left it.He finally mustered the courage to ask him what had been troubling his mind, "Wouldnt you be happy to have me as a part of your army? Or maybe in the league or whatever you call it?"

"Accomodation is a problem everywhere dude",the Devil said slowly, rings of smoke drifting out of his mouth. "Its this new thing that I have started.I try to reduce as much traffic up there as I can, and ask people like you to hang around here. A little bit of effort and things start getting chirpy. Trust me, its happened to people before you, and there is no reason why it wouldnt happen to you! All I am saying is stick around for a while and if you still don't like it, then you anyways have a one-way ticket to my place!"

Flashback: His things were all over the place when she had spoken her final words, "you could do better you know. Better than this atleast!" And then, with a swooping motion she had crashed the vase that had been standing like a gatekeeper at the corner of his room for years. The sound echoed in his head like a hollow drum. He shut his eyes tight and when he opened them, he was still standing in front of The Devil in overalls, smoking the common man's cigarette.

"Ok, how's this for a deal; you dont jump now, and I don't tell anyone up there that you were a sissy. Infact no one needs to know that you committed suicide.If you let it go for now, I would pass off your death as a heroic attempt to make an old lady cross the road, whenever you die. That way you get a double deal!"

Funny. He had come to end it all, and here was the Devil, trying to take him off the ledge like a cunning insurance agent.Had he not been there, his existence would have been a myth by now. Ash to ash, dust to dust.

But the last one finally struck home. Here was a chance of living off another week, maybe more, and then entering the next place in style. He would give it his best shot and hope things to work out.If it didn't, he already had, as they said "the devil on his side".
So he spoke, "All right Mr Devil. I like your proposal. I am not going to kill myself right now. Instead, as it happens in the good stories, I would try to be a better person or whatever they call it. But if that doesn't work out, you know you would have to deliver."

"You have the devil's word my boy. Now go before I change my mind", he said and looked up to a sky, blosing some more smoke. Within seconds, our suicide man, was gone from the terrace, leaving the smoker to his own tending.

He stubbed out the cigerrete and reached out for his horns. "Almost real", he smiled to himself and took off the stylish hairband that he found in the day's garbage. Removing it carefully, so the horns would not be damaged, he stuffed it in his coat pocket and walked towards the door, mumbling to himself,

"I wish being the janitor of this building was a little easier..."

Anticlimaxes

Bad Manners

The strange green light bathed the small boat in its luminescence. The boy and the girl in the boat oblivious to its presence were locked in a liplock was not meant to be opened by any key made by hands of men. Their hands roamed over each other and their bodies hot and feverish rocked the boat to and fro in the calm water of the river. All calm, except the green light that was now increasing in its intensity. It enveloped the boat like a light fog and slowly started pouring itself into the boat.

A tentacled figure rose out of the fog, and hovered silently over the boat. It observed the entangled couple with the interest a child shows in a new game.
The girl opened her eyes mid-kiss, noticed the floating tentacles and leapt off the boy with a startled yelp. The boy looked around confused at the green mist that was now covering half their boat and tried to calm the girl, but his own rising panic was enough to send the girl into a crying fit of hysteria.

"YOU!" thundered the green tentacled figure and pointed at the girl. The girl stopped crying at once, her tears choked back by the fear of the unknown.

"It's bad manners," the floating form said, "to open your eyes when kissing."

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Really Bad Manners

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The Urge

There were times in his life when he could not control it. The urge bubbled inside him like something alive and potent, kicking and screaming to be let out. He stared at the girl sitting across the table. His first date in many years and he was feeling that old old desire again.

What will she think of me if I do it?

Will she leave, or will she strike me in disgust?

Words rumbled and jumbled in his head, he had to find a way soon or there was going to be trouble. He looked behind him at saw a waiter in the pathway, if only he could reach his leg to the side and trip him and spill those drinks…he found out in a second that he could.

The waiter missed seeing the leg and was soon making acquaintance with the cold floor in a puddle of the drinks he was carrying. Some of it, as intended spilled on the skirt of the girl.

"Excuse me dear, I have to use the rest room." she said and left.

He smiled contentedly, gave in to his urge and started to suck his thumb.

Grown up...

The door was slightly ajar, just enough for the room to breathe.

The boy inside looked like furniture. He just sat there, his eyes like grey stones staring into nothingness. He felt wasted.

The door opened and a man with too much on his mind walked in."Son?",he almost whispered."Johnny..Johnny??”

A weak grin came on his face like a flickering candle in a full wind."Yes Pa," he said.

"You doin' sugar again, huh?? Temme son!!"

"No Pa..", he said in a deadpan voice

"Now you lyin to your ol' pa like that? Temme you lyin' son!"

"No Pa..", voice barely audible.

"You wanna talk to me, you open your mouth son!!I am tellin' you...Just...OPEN YOUR MOUTH!!"

With a heavy heart he turned his back to his son and left in a tearful hurry. And then he heard the most awful sound that he had come to hate in the last few years; that laugh…that laugh..

“Ha ha ha..”.