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By Naveen Kumar3 years ago in Fiction
Coincidental Items
I was sitting at home when I heard such a clatter, upon the roof. It sounded as if something had crashed into it. Then, a dragging sound. Next, the door bell rang. I went to the door to investigate. It was 4 am and I wasn't expecting a package or a guest until later. As I opened the door, I see a colorful LED illuminated drone flying away. Lying at my feet on the door step, a package. It is wrapped in silver paper with a gold bow. I peer over the door threshold skeptical it's a distraction set to ensnare me. Once its presumed safe, I pull the package inside. I neatly unwrap the paper, remove the tape, and open the lid to reveal its contents. Inside is a hodgepodge of items: a rubber band, a trash bag, a dryer sheet, a small jar of cumin, a stamp, and a blue ink pen.
By simplicity3 years ago in Fiction
Memoir of a Wall
"If walls could talk", the woman wrapped in a beach towel said while sitting and brushing the sand from her toes. She must be referring to the frisky teenagers picnicking during sunset on the beach. I've seen this countless times over the course of my existence. It's barely worth mentioning any more. Acts of love and affection, I can kindly overlook or look the other way. Its acts of aggression, war, or heartaches that I wish I wasn't privy to. It wouldn't be long before the waves would be lapping to where the woman was sitting now. I'd be gargling salt water in some hours from now. Delicate white foam would be my midnight early morning lather. While the ocean mirrors the sky, as if reversed and lending clouds to the earth. While it dazzles in sheer silver and diamonds. I have the best view 365 days a year. "Can you believe those two", the woman says to a man that has come up. He partially leans his boogy board against his body, the corner touching me. "You were young once, come on." "Young, but not so publicly unaware." "Oh get over it prude, why so judgy. They are kissing. At least they aren't out committing thefts or some other crime." "True, but they are oblivious to families." "How were most families started." "Haha okay okay I get it you are on the side of the kids." "No side, just dont care. You ready to go." "Yeah, dust some of that sand off. I dont want it in the car." "Aye Aye Captain!", he saluted, "I'll be there in a few minutes. The woman gathers her things and walks the walkway to her car. The man uses me as support while brushing the sand from his feet. Before leaving he gazes out over the water. "Have you ever seen something more beautiful?" There was a group of dolphins just a little from shore. people swimming, skimming and playing paddle ball. I had to agree. The man was about to leave without his wallet and boogy board. He must really be blinded by the beauty. I creaked. "Your wallet", I inform expecting it to be another item I'll inherit unless the sea takes it. "who said that?", the man was looking around perturbed. "Thank you. Wherever you are. You dont need to be afraid. I almost fogot my wallet. I want to reward you." "Reward? I cant except money, I would have no use, but I could use some repairs. "Who is saying this? Where are you?" "If walls could talk what would you say?" "I'd say you know my wife, she says that all the time, did she put you up to this?" "I don't know your wife. Just met her today as she dusted her feet. She had said 'If walls could talk'." "I've been here since 1952. I've been given new facades over the years. Repaired and reinforced multiple times. Sometimes I'm taller when the sea erodes the sand bank leaving me more exposed. I'm close to the sea bluff. This is what a gentleman from the costal commission has said. They are trying to eliminate me. Can you help stop them? As repayment for my help?" "It was just a wallet?, the man scratches his head not sure what he was getting himself into. "What the hell are you doing down there? Such a pervert, watching the two?", the woman yelled at him. "What? No. Are you crazy! I'll be right there." "Hurry up!" "Um, I'll be back tomorrow. I live in town. I will be back. I want to hear some stories. I'll look into how I can help save your structure or ummm you I guess. Bye. See you tomorrow." "Bye.", I say expecting to never see the gentleman again. I didn't want to let him go. This had never happened in all my years. No one had talked with me. I wasn't sure how long this ability would last. Maybe it was the man. I refected on all the traces of life I witnessed and encountered from my creation in 1952. My creator had worked harder and longer to create me in a timely manor to protect others from the hidden power of the ocean and it's waves. His blood sweat and tears were built into my structure. Mixed into the mortar maintaining my form. He and the hands of his workers now long forgotten, washed away with the sands of that time, but I remain as a relic. I once had Bette Davis visit the beach and lean against me, after she moved from here amongst other people.
By simplicity3 years ago in Fiction
Click to Unknown Sender
The screen turns all white with a thin black border about a quarter inch from the edge of the screen. The screen so luminous my eyes sink into a hypnotic frozen stare. The message that popped up on the screen blurred by my astigmatismic stare. I refocus to read what's displayed very legibly in the center of my screen. It is not words, but 3 symbols '>>>'. "Great my stuff is malfunctioning again? Cindy, Cindy, tell the new guy I'm busy right now, I'm going to be about another hour. I press CTRL+L. The screen clears and goes back to the accounting program I'm using to enter data by way of 10 key by touch. There is something therapeutic about the click clacking of a computer keyboard typing in a efficient rhythm. Something self satisfying when you are the individual behind the key strokes. I complete one column before the same screen appears. I type help(), knowing what this will prompt the interpreter to do. To my surprise it doesn't. It takes me to a new screen with a video. "Shit! Is this some malicious software. A hack". Stunned, angry and unwilling to play this game I dont touch the screen. I press CTRL+L again. This time the screen doesn't close. Instead the video begins playing. A video depicting a rewiring and an uploading of a program. A message follows apologizing for the scare and inconvenience, telling me my help is required immediately, followed by a promise that nothing is bad about what I'm being asked to do. Instead, this individual intervenes as charity or a kind of volunteer when he spots a problem online. Not exactly a white hat hacker, but an adept humanitarian with a stake in conducting a solution discreetly. The video promises no one will ever know. Not even the creators. Everything will be changed to reflect the implemented changes. Not sure what this means, I pick up my phone to take a short mental break. I decide to check emails and a credit card account. I have to sign in to retrieve either. I type in my credentials when prompted. I am denied access. I try again, knowing how easy it is to make an error. Again I'm denied. In small red print under the box for password reads reset your password. I press on reset your password. Nothing happens. "Stupid cite, can no one make anything worth using these days, lovely" After my small tantrum I open my app for my credit card and type in my login info. Again I'm denied entry. Panic enters me. My breathing so paced I'm sure my hyperventilation will lead to syncope. I remember my childhood teachers teaching to shake out your muscles. We would all laugh as we wiggled around in our spot in the classroom. I give the technique a whirl. Surprisingly effective. I feel the blood pumping normally again. My breathing relaxed. I try the login again. It denies my entry. I press the reset your password function. Again nothing. My phone, as if possessed, starts vibrating. After the vibrations the screen turns white with the same video displayed on the computer. This time the video has an added message explaining why it has to be me. The unknown individual is unable to do the work himself. He finds the information and if need, he finds the necessary parts to the puzzle of fixing it. I have access to all floors of the office being the president. I have access to all programs, etc. I am locked out of all my accounts, unable to change the passwords until the work is completed. He just needs me for a portion and then the next step will be for others. He is stealing nothing, selling no information to others, wants nothing in return. Most times this would be too good to be true, but in this case it is. He completes three altruistic acts a year and this was chosen as his second act. His way of paying back humanity for his blessed life and intelligence. At the end of my work, he says a program is in place where I will be allowed to enter three different passwords. These passwords will be assigned randomly to my accounts. I will need to try each to know which will log me in to what accounts. However, not even him or any other hacker will be able to know this account info and it will add a security feature to my account after first login. This sounds shady, but I know I have no choice but to comply or go through months of problems with my accounts. He assured me no one would ever find him and it would take them months to access my accounts, but nothing would be changed in my accounts. Automatic payments would go through etc. "What kind of bizzarre-O world are we living in. God damn it, I mean Gosh darn it". Not wanting to take the lords name in vain even though I'm sure even he'd understand what I mean. I rewatch the video. In reality what was being asked of me would only take a lunch break. "No gosh darn principles anywhere anymore. I'm living in the Fing twilight zone". For the rest of the day I go about my work in a seriously studious manner. Each tick of the wall clock a deafening tinnitus to my ears. Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick. "Oh hell!" My emotional outburst only truncated by my physical outburst. I'd thrown my pen and then a couple files at the wall. The pen leaving a dent in the white. Instead of cleaning it up I just leave it. I'm ready to be home, so I leave. He has me. Coffee never felt as cherished as it did this morning. I surprisingly slept well considering the circumstances or maybe it was the two sleep aids I took. Who's to say. I slept a good long 10hrs. More than I can remember getting in years. I wanted to be rested before my delinquent activities. Or was it a heist? Either way I felt sheisty. I savored each sip. Letting the steam permeate my nostrils and awake my senses. When I reached the bottom of my cup a breath of dread heaved out of me. It was time. I was going to complete the task before anyone else was in the office. I did this from time to time so it wouldn't seem unusual. I rewatched the video twice more. "I got this", as I exit my home for the car. Business as usual as I enter the office. First step on third floor, unplugging a specific server. Step two, set watch timer for 20min. Step three, go to the second floor to my office and upload changes to program. Fourth step, back to third floor and plug in server. Fifth step, merge function by way of overwriting function produced by unknown man. "Done" I sit back in my computer chair and give my self a twirl. Invigorated by pure adrenaline from accomplishing such a secretive act so easily and trusting a stranger with kind undecipherable intentions. A new white screen appears on my computer and phone. It reads "Reset Your Password". Underneath these words are three empty fill-in boxes. Spaces for my passwords. I enter three completely original passwords and write them down for myself as well. Once complete I press enter. The screen turns black and reads "Good Work & Thank You". I wait while my devices reboot. All traces of my previous communications gone. My accounts all functional and able to be logged in as normal. Now I'm left wondering do I trust him and let it be finished? Or do I tell my fellow associates? What would you do? Sent via the Samsung Galaxy S22 Ultra 5G, an AT&T 5G smartphone
By simplicity3 years ago in Fiction
The Apprentice of Darkness
Once upon a time, in a world filled with magic, there was a young boy named Eli. Eli had grown up in a small village, surrounded by fields and forests, and had always felt like there was something special waiting for him out in the wider world.
By MEHMET CALISKAN3 years ago in Fiction
A Chrysalis Descent
Joy Division’s “Disorder” blares from Paul Barrett’s headphones drowning out the rumble of luggage wheels as he’s herded through the loading bridge at Heathrow Airport. His black hoodie tunnels his vision as he sees the attendant ahead greeting them all one by one.
By David Jameson3 years ago in Fiction
The Fountain Pen
I came a few hours ago… to secure my seat. Before anyone else arrived, I had just sat down on the bleachers in my row. The second seat from the stairway… and up one level against the back wall. You might see me now… if only you looked on over this way.
By Delusions of Grandeur 3 years ago in Fiction
THE LAST RITUAL
Once upon a time, there was a small town surrounded by dense forests on all sides. It was said that deep within the woods, there was a dilapidated mansion where a wealthy family once lived. But something terrible happened, and the family disappeared without a trace.
By Salini Kathir 3 years ago in Fiction
The Fall from Grace:The Beggining
Yuuto's life had never been easy. He was born into a poor family in a small town and was constantly bullied in school for being different. His parents worked long hours to make ends meet, leaving Yuuto to fend for himself most of the time. Despite all of this, Yuuto had a heart of gold and was determined to make a difference in the world.
By Abhishek Vijayan3 years ago in Fiction
