The silence was in three parts

The silence was in three parts. First was the absence of humans and the noises they inevitably make while shuffling in the house, going about their daily business, knocking into things, knocking over things, announcing their presence at various intervals to ensure the household did not forget.

The second was the ambient silence. Where usually the cars and the buses, horns, children singing, could be heard wafting through the open windows, it was now all silent – like someone had turned down the volume.

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‘Tis could be heaven or ’tis could be hell

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It was a bitterly cold night. The snow had been relentless for the past two days and now the world looked like it had been painted white. Two individuals were huddled outside the Croner residence, looking in longingly. Quite ostentatiously, the front door, instead of saying welcome said ‘Open, 24 hours.’

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The detective’s apprentice

“Hello,” said the voice on the phone. “My name is Sherlock Homes. I know you never expected a call from me, as famous as I am, but I’ve been given your name as someone who can help me solve a rather sticky situation.”

Mrs. Agarwal rolled her eyes and hollered for Radha. She handed him the phone and said, “This is getting out of hand.”

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Bonus time

I’m dying – let’s get that out of the way right from the outset. And before we go any further, let’s set some ground rules. A. I don’t do pity. I’m dying, get over it, I know I am. B. Don’t start a sentence with ‘have you tried…’ I don’t need no saviour. If the doctors can’t help me, what hope can you have? C. Well if you can follow rules A and B, then we can be friends.

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And thereby hangs a tale

I sat there, staring outside at the misty road, the bustling populous, the colourful umbrellas as everyone tried to go about their day despite the downpour. The cozy cafe would have you believe it was a warm summer day but just a glance outside would tell you it was cold and wet and dreary.

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Palaver

Story so far: Lola, hunted for a crime she did not commit, forms an unlikely alliance with her Uncle Romeo and a gunslinger she picks up along the way. On the run, Lola is soon kidnapped by a band of seven. Hunter and Romeo follow her and find her locked up in a house. Having no clue as to what he is up against, Hunter does not immediately attack or try to free his little charge. Meanwhile, Lola is released from her prison only to come face to face with a severely dehydrated Uncle Ro and a father she had thought dead. While Lola tries to decide what to do next, Hunter is planning his own attack.


Considering all the disparate personalities in the house vying for attention, the palaver concluded swiftly and without violence. As soon as Lola had gotten the gist of what was happening – Hunter was back, her father was a mythical gunslinger with a violent past who turned into a farmer to leave all that behind, Maggie was his trusted partner and Uncle Ro…well he was recovering admirably – she allowed the voices to soothe her to safety and thus sleep.

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The Prize

Story so far: Lola, hunted for a crime she did not commit, forms an unlikely alliance with her Uncle Romeo and a gunslinger she picks up along the way. On the run, Lola is soon kidnapped by a band of seven. Hunter and Romeo follow her and find her locked up in a house. Having no clue as to what he is up against, Hunter does not immediately attack or try to free his little charge. Meanwhile, Lola is released from her prison only to come face to face with a severely dehydrated Uncle Ro and a father she had thought dead. While Lola tries to decide what to do next, Hunter is planning his own attack.


Running, jumping, avoiding, Lola ran flat out through the forest. There were no thoughts racing in her mind; just the exhilaration of being on the move again.

Hunter heard the rustle of leaves, the harsh panting breath and the indiscernible screams followed by a small figure streaking past his hiding place. Before he could register it was the kid, he saw Fly Birds in hot pursuit.

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Escape

Story so far: Lola, hunted for a crime she did not commit, forms an unlikely alliance with her Uncle Romeo and a gunslinger she picks up along the way. On the run, Lola is soon kidnapped by a band of seven. Hunter and Romeo follow her and find her locked up in a house. Having no clue as to what he is up against, Hunter does not immediately attack or try to free his little charge. Meanwhile, Lola is released from her prison only to come face to face with a severely dehydrated Uncle Ro and a father she had thought dead. While Lola tries to decide what to do next, Hunter is planning his own attack.


Soft sheets…that is what finally brought Romeo out of his fevered sleep. A man known for his soft and comfortable existence, he would never have imagined a day would come where sleeping on the coarse desert sand would become second nature to him. The contrast thus was so stark that it woke him up, fearful for his life.

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