Rajaroy Joseph Alphonse
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Stories (21/0)
Baby Boy Floating In Outer Space.
***** Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. I have been cleverly bundled inside layers of soft and squishy sheets. The sheets are folded in an immaculate pattern giving it a swirly look. The pattern has been surreptitiously designed to evoke empathy in the eyes of potential predators.
By Rajaroy Joseph Alphonse2 years ago in Fiction
Say Goodbye To B9
PRESENT DAY. JANUARY 01, 2071. Hot simmering oven. That is exactly what it feels like to walk on the streets of Newbury, a town in Costashire, on a summer afternoon. There are no birds in the sky. The land is parched. Golden brown dust has swept over the town, that once used to be lush and green.
By Rajaroy Joseph Alphonse2 years ago in Fiction
I Am A Bat. I Am A Writer.
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. A peculiarly voyeuristic writer like me couldn't resist the temptation. So without hesitating, I pulled a quick side-flip and changed the course of my otherwise uninteresting flight trip to my otherwise mundane hunting grounds. The candle was sparkly bright and that gave me the chills. I daringly flapped my thin wings and whooshed in, through the open window. I screeched in a moment of excitement which ended up being a big mistake. It caught the attention of an unnatural blob of figure hanging from the ceiling inside the cabin house. It was bigger than me, darker than me, bloodier than me and had sharper claws than mine. It took me a few moments to adjust my eyesight but I was too late. The creature on the ceiling stretched out its scrawny limbs and pricked my tiny and delicate wing. It was clearly not interested in killing me. It was more of a get-off-my-face reflex. I fell on the floor, landing on my head with a thud. I panicked. I flapped harder. I freaked out like a dying moth. I squealed in fear. It would take a day or two for my wings to heal. I could die. However, eventually I calmed down and decided to take a clear look at this beast of a creature. It was not a bird. It was a man instead. He was hanging upside down from the ceiling. He had long hair, thin but strong arms, pale skin, bloody lips, sharp senses and a really, really stinking body odour.
By Rajaroy Joseph Alphonse2 years ago in Horror
Dragons In The Valley - Quest For the Blue Chest.
"There weren't always dragons in the Valley", grumbles VINCENT GRANDOR. Vincent Grandor: Look what has happened to our beloved valley that gave us everything. It's stale, dark and vile. Who's fault is it?
By Rajaroy Joseph Alphonse2 years ago in Fiction
CATCH THE ENEMY.
My name is DANIEL THE 'M'. The year is 3020. "When was the last time you ate?", asks SELINA. "I'm skinny by choice", I dismiss her question with my stern voice. Selina thinks that I'm not quite right in my head. She also thinks I'm rude and mannerless. What she doesn't realize is that I'm the only person sober enough to save our pack - myself, Selina and her friend. My feet hurts as we've been walking for hours. We're past the golden hour and it's charcoal dark out here. We're not safe in these woods. In fact nobody is safe amongst these dense, tall and lifeless trees. We're supposed to be far away from here. We're supposed to be at home but we have a mission to finish. We have an enemy to catch.
By Rajaroy Joseph Alphonse2 years ago in Fiction
MICROCONTAMINATED 2093
The year is 2093. I wish I lived 70 years earlier. I've heard stories of people eating fish and meat in the past. I don't know how they taste. I've never tried. We're not fortunate enough for that. Microplastic contamination has taken over everything. I hate broccoli but that's the only staple food now.
By Rajaroy Joseph Alphonse3 years ago in Fiction
Betterment.
What if we lived in a world where people genuinely did good deeds without expecting anything in return? A man walks on the footpath. He sees another man treading in the opposite direction. He gives way, but he does it without expecting any sort of acknowledgement in return. He thinks it's simply a good gesture to make life easier. How beautiful and soulful would it be if everyone had the same attitude?
By Rajaroy Joseph Alphonse3 years ago in Humans
What Is Life?
It breaks my heart every time I read about tragedies that leave permanent scars in someone's life. No one should suffer pain or loss in any of its forms, one way or the other. I don't mean this only to humans but to all sort of living species in this world. A homeless dog hiding in the woods for shelter and struggling for a single meal, but without hope, is not something that any canine should experience, simply because they're pure in their heart. I wish we lived a harmonious life in this world, in which every being is equally provided for and equally treated. A disabled person longing to possess what he/she can't have is hurtful. Life isn't fair, is it?
By Rajaroy Joseph Alphonse3 years ago in Humans
Brother Pulled The Trigger.
Daniel Gibbs is sweating. It makes it hard to keep a firm grip on the snub-nosed revolver that he bought recently for a cheap price. So he switches it from his clammy right hand to his clammy left hand, all the while pointing it at Gemma. Her soft, thin and pale hands, not pale anymore, are tied to a wooden chair.
By Rajaroy Joseph Alphonse3 years ago in Criminal