Rony and His Corpses

I've been inspired to write this short story by all the dark & mystic Tim Burton movies I've seen till now, especially Edward Scissorhands and Corpse Bride. I would say this story is a mixture of being hurt and being loved by the same person.

The growing up years of Rony were different from rest of the boys.When he was a teenager, most guys of his age were into Cricket, Bollywood Movies & PlayStation Games while he had developed a hobby of having Rendezvous with Exorcists, with whose help he was collecting the corpses of his earlier lives. He even made a transparent glass cupboard to keep them in. He had thrown away all the action figures of superheroes and wrestlers he had collected during his childhood and spent one entire day tending the corpses. He would give the corpses meals, brush their teeth, comb their hair and dress them up. Gradually his corpses grew up with him to become just as handsome as him..

Rony lost many of his friends in these growing up years. They abandoned him because they were jealous of the attention he paid to his corpses. So, the corpses were the only friends that Rony was left with. In the evenings, he would run out of his house with his corpses. They would arrive to a field nearby beside the lake where they would play different games. At the end of the evening, they would go for a swim in the brook. Rony did it for fun, but his corpses needed the swim to get rid of the stench that the day had left back with them.

Rony found his love in one of these dusks. The girl was a metallic luster of the sun that had surely shone on her all day long. Her feet were weary and she walked slowly as if dragging her body above the earth. Fighting against gravity. "She is the martyr of slowness", Rony thought "and "She belongs to a world of a single pace". Of monotony. A world devoid of accidents and anomalies. And yet with an absolute absence of boredom: because boredom belongs to the world of speed. Boredom is the fastest spreading infection in the minds of serenity."

"Take me to your kingdom of slowness", Rony wanted to say to the girl but was too shy for the words. After all, he was only a 20 year old guy who hadn't encountered too many lovers in his life. Also, he felt he was not enough matured, charming and slow for the girl.

Let me assure you that Rony was as Handsome & Good Looking as any of the Prince Charmings of a fairy tale are. When he walked down the road with his colorful corpses following him through, he seemed like a cricket captain leading his team for a match. As for his maturity, he had the integration of all his earlier lives. He hadn't got much experience of slowness as yet in this life of his but was renowned for his slowness in his earlier lives. He could breathe in the rhythms of slowness, dance to it, make love in it.

One fine day, the girl looked at Rony eagerly, hoping, perhaps, that Rony would say something. When he didn't, she came towards him slowly, took his hand and walked away. All his corpses kept standing in a daze - they too, had fallen in love with her.

The next few days were even better than Rony had imagined they could be. He had never known that souls can be exchanged in the union of two bodies. But that's exactly what he found to be to be the most calming effect. The girl had infused her slowness into him. He felt himself transforming into a Jester of slowness. A world devoid of accidents and anomalies.

Gradually, as days passed he found out that he was not the only one the girl made love to. The girl slept variously with all his corpses. And even though he loved all his own corpses like his own brothers, this somehow infuriated him. One day he broke into a room smelling of fresh green chilies and found the girl making love to one of his corpses, both of them screaming and tumbling on pepper dusts that was spread all over the floor. He went and picked her pepper covered body and slapped her on her face.

"You don't love me", he said.

But as he slapped her, a few particles of the pepper flew and landed right inside his eyes. He couldn't open his eyes. And they began to burn. The girl held him in her arms and led him to the fountain. There she washed his eyes with her hands.

"You're different." She said.

"From whom? From all my different corpses?" he shouted back.

"No. There's something inside you that really interests me."

"What is it?"

"Your life."

"Why don't you accept it, then?"

"Can you give it to me if I ask?"

"It's all yours."

And so she then led him to another room. It was the room of daggers. She pressed his body onto the wall where the daggers were, and made love to him. As she gave him a heavy blow job, Rony groaned in pain and ecstasy as he found himself transforming to a corpse after sperms one by one started coming out of his penis. And slowly, as he found himself dying in her arms, he realized that someone must come to claim his corpse as well. Someone from his future lives. Because it was a cycle of unending.

"You cannot keep me and my corpses forever", he told her "Someone would come to claim us."

"Someone already has, who is your subsequent life."

She kept looking at him with an eyeful of unanswered questions. And waited until he died.

She held his corpse in her arms and walked with all the corpses trailing behind; corpses that had belonged till now to Rony's earlier lives but now in the same cycle were her..

She walked towards the kingdom of slowness.