Pinging from future

Have you ever been bored to death on a saturday afternoon and found no solace in your idiot box which always telecasts serials, neither the system full of movies and songs helped, nor Facebook, Twitter  gave a shoulder?

Yes, I’ve been subjected to such a situation and so I decided to shred some boredom. The last opened extracover.net was still open in my Firefox and some unexplainable force in me pointed me towards the bottom right corner where some online Ad was blinking in Red. It was a small box of ad about omegle website, which enables you to talk to strangers with complete anonymity.

I just thought of giving it a try, since you need not give your name or location or any details. It is upto you what you share and what you dont! (Come on you dont have to create or have an account in it, like the old school of Yahoo Messenger Chat Rooms where you require a  Yahoo email ID)

I opened the website and it offered me TEXT/VIDEO Chat. I selected TEXT chat. First few pings were from desperate guys craving for a horny chat. Everyone started with the famous ping

“ASL?”

I plainly disconnected the chat, initiating a new converstation with some random stranger. This happened quite a few times.

So when I disconnected the penultimate stranger who was asking me if I was Horny, a new converstation session was established and then came something interesting. In one of such random pings, there was someone who was more interested in establishing a conversation rather than knowing if the other side is a female stranger!

The remaining of our converstation went quite surprisingly interesting and we were totally in a different world of far future. A scientific possibility of a fictitious world.

In the chat, Stranger is referred by the same name and I am referred as “You”.

Presenting you the original transcript of our Omegle chat without any edits, right from the Omegle conversation initiation message!

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Kitchen (My 55 fiction)

The smell of onion vada was inviting as I approached it in the darkness and chomped slowly. A heavy metal struck my head from somewhere and I was caught under it, writhing in pain. Little did I know that I was caught in a mouse trap and was about to die out of painful suffocation!

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P.S: What is 55 fiction?

Target (My 55 fiction)

I pointed the sniper at the security guard and pulled the trigger. I climbed up to twelfth floor to the balcony. Someone shot me right in my forehead. I descended down from twelfth floor of the building and hit the ground with a THUD. My profile score was 345 points. The Monitor displayed GAME OVER

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P.S: What is 55 fiction?

3. Legged Kolukkattai – [Appa Sonna Kathaigal]

PS: My 3rd story in this “Appa Sonna Kathaigal” series!!! Click on the “Appa Sonna Kathaigal” link in the Category list to read other stories! 🙂

Prologue

It was just another night when I was all geared up for a bed time story.

“Tell me a story, Daddy” I said.

“What story you want me to tell?” asked my dad.

Kolukkatttai story, Kolukkatttai story” I jumped.

“Okay, I’ll tell you a new story today on Kolukkattai” saying so, he started the story in his own narrative style.

Story

As in every other bed time story, there lived a family in a remote village where the family had just 10 children with their mother and father. It was a great ordeal for the mother to manage all her ten children. Every other day, she had to be the referee for some or the other quarrels that these children got into.

It was just another day for them, one fine afternoon when the youngest of the son peeped into the kitchen, where his mom was cooking evening snacks, sitting on the ground in the mud stove, hugged from behind.

“What are you doing here sweetheart?” asked the mother.

“I want Kolukkattai mummy” said the kid.

“Awww , my munna wants a Kolukkattai…mommy will make for you” she replied.

He happily left the place.

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That night everyone in the family assembled to have the Kolukkattai.

All of them hogged on it, as it was so spicy and delicious. Continue reading

Duty (My 55 fiction)

The room was dark and lit with a single source of light. He entered the dim room, with his gloves on. He quickly scanned the instruments and a man’s unconscious body in bed nearby. A sharp surgical knife was glistening in the table. Two others joined him.

The doctor echoed, “Nurse, let’s start the operation”

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P.S: What is 55 fiction?