Boomerang

Resurrection

A loud crack sound echoes in the street with an extremely deafening cry of applying the brake… You shout at the man…" Hey, I'm walking here you punk! Watch your way…!" You struggle with the driver who is looking strangely at the ground instead at you. You swear viciously at him and walk away …Damn it! These people and this country will never be whole…Forget it… You have more important things to do and to think about. You raise your head to see a blue sign on the wall …"Vanarin Dead end"…that's it! Now you must search for number 13… this man told you on the phone that he would rent his house less than a half of its real price… You don't know exactly why in the hell he wants to do that…so what?! People's madness is not your business…this is the luck! And you must not miss it for a world.

-"10…11…"

-"Sir, please, for the wish of the lord, just help me a coin, I have hungry kids… Please!"

-"Go away…"

-"Sir…Please…"

-"I said go away!"

You jostle through the crowds to run away from the beggar…but for a moment…you turn back to look at him…you see that he is watching you…with the very strange look! You keep going…something in the eyes of that man makes you sick…! You feel that he told you something…"Baraka* will answer you..!"

Who the hell is Baraka??... Oh, forget it! Stupid man… never in your life you make worth a damn to beggars. In your opinion, they are exactly the definition of "Leech". It is not your business that they have problems… everybody has their own problems in life… You remember one of your father's quotes about this matter…"Son, don't let anyone enters your area of perseverance… this world is cruel! And the only morality in the cruel world is ignorance…!"

"14????"

What the hell?? You look around yourself… 11, 12, 14?? So where is 13?! You look around again… Is this some kind of joke? You think to yourself maybe you come to the wrong alley… but it is impossible… "Vanarin Dead end" was written on the sign… You saw it yourself…You are sure about this…You walk towards the sign to look at it again…You raise your head…"Vanarin Dead end"…No…wait…Are these words moving in front of your eyes??..."Anavrin Dead end"? ... No… They are moving again…"Nirvana Dead end"??!

A very cold breeze goes straightly into your veins…You don't know why that word scares you so much…You hear some shouts and screams! It is from the other side of the street…What happened there? You see a car with so many people around it… It is like that an accident happened… and there is a body on the ground! ...A body of a man…you look at him…How much he is known to you!!

"Come on… call the ambulance… Oh my god… He is not breathing…!"

*Baraka: It is said (in the north legend) that, at the 6^th door of the hell, there is a dog named Baraka, waiting for sinners to tell them their most vicious deed.

Boomerang

"When the tigers broke free"*

"Hey, Ashkan! What are you doing up there?"
"Nothing mom…!"

You stand in front of the door that you want to open it since you were child! But It never happened….


I can't write anymore…I can't. Whatever I want to write, it just lives for only 2 sentences. No more, no less... It's just like that I'm in a very dark tunnel with thousands of deadly traps and hollowly shadows and a gigantic monster at the end…. That its very murky breath flies around my head and sucks out my vision and imagination….There is nothing I can do…. I can feel it… I can feel…cold as a razor blade, dry as a funeral drum….It just getting closer and closer, and The darkness is getting deeper more and more…I feel there are millions of worms in my head. Wiggling and trembling …trying their best to eat my fantasies…I want to fly…. But I got nowhere to fly to. In the absolute silence, I hear the shadows murmuring:" Bring the boy back home…". And the monster answered….i didn't expect it! But it answered…to my very surprise its voice was…so delicate...:

"OK….just a little pinprick. There will be no more "aaaaaaaagh"!
But you may feel a little sick…
Can you stand up?... I do believe it's working…Good!
That will keep you going through the show.
Come on, it's time to go…"*


You are very angry! You try to catch your breath! There is no one in the room…and you are sitting behind your desk. There is a paper in front of you….You curse it! Again you couldn't write more than 2 sentences…You scramble it and throw it into the bin…When you want to go out of the room, You look at it….in a very strange angle you can see the title...:

"When the tigers broke free"

Footnote: I wrote this short story completely out of being inspired by "The Wall" album by Pink Floyd.
The lyrics in the middle is not mine. I'm not in that level yet :D it is from :"Comfortably numb" song- "The Wall" album-Pink Floyd.
Again, The title of the story is not from my mind ;) It's one of the Pink Floyd's song. And I myself know that this is more weaker than the other ones but IT WAS INSPIRATION. :d