A Lost Love

This Story is for a contest by
JASON EVANS







Where a story needs to be written for 250 words based on the picture above

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A Lost Love.....



One more shot of blood red wine
To forget the love, that was once mine;
As I look back now, those beautiful years
It moves me into a valley of immature tears;
It all started, on a dusky starless night
Yes, I was in love at the very first sight
Whispers of “Happy New Year” filled the air
Deserted she was in the ballroom skimming for her pair
She lent me her hand to dance along
Awestruck, I was as the DJ spun his song
I sensed from her a fragrance so pure.
I wished she was my girl next door;
This big mouth never uttered a word
Her eyes resembled the Zorro’s sword.
A dimple smile which was crystal white
Almighty, make this a never ending night
It came to a halt my memorable dance
As my heart wished, one more chance
She left me her number and fled the scene
My instincts hinted ,even she was keen
Calls and messages, flooded my phone
Finally I proposed, in my own romantic tone
She accepted me and our love grew strong
A twist arrived to cut short my lovely song
A guy with name and fame entered the scene
Only to elope with my sweetheart queen
I lost in my love, which was so true and dear
Now I have to romance with mere whisky and beer
My mobile rings, its time for my one night stand.
Thanks love, for letting me go off your hand…

Alter Ego......

This Story is for a contest by
JASON EVANS






Where a story needs to be written for 250 words based on the picture above

Here goes my Try...


Twilight played hide and seek. Travis’s satin cloak fluttered in the blustery weather on the cemetery hill entrenched with viper hisses and bob cat cries. Seven shots of " Strathisla Whisky" made Travis soar in heaven. Travis was soliloquizing his past as the mind visualized it.

Two quarters back ,Eva his teenage daughter was strolling on her treadmill. The day when he first showed symptoms, thanks to his visit to the physician’s workplace. Travis confronted Eva to get off the machine as its reverberation agitated him. Eva refused and Travis couldn't resist, he forced Eva down and her immature visage got battered on the treadmill. Eva demised the same day leaving his family shattered.

Travis’s wife had him counseled fearing mental disorders .Travis couldn't digest being coined a psychopath. The asylum days were nightmares. Travis pled with his medic that he was normal but it went unheard. Travis fled the asylum and sped hastily towards the cemetery hill before having enough at the countryside bar.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw people rushing out of the bar petrified. Travis felt a trickle of red fluid from his cloak. He gulped the deadly elixir which blended with his distress. Travis dropped the glass and witnessed it fragment into infinite pieces over Eva’s concrete grave. With Eva’s medical chronicle in one hand and her ravisher’s crown beheaded from the bar on the other , he roared unto the zenith “Yes, I am a Psychopath….. but only I know Why?”