Tinder 19

Even though a highly contagious virus has brought the world to its knees and it’s highly advisable to isolate yourself at home, he’s trying to convince the 19th girl he’s met on Tinder to meet up so they can fuck each other’s brains out.

They are currently sexting, she wants him to fuck her so badly but doesn’t want to risk an infection. He begs her to stop sending him nudes, he doesn’t want to cum just yet. He’s saving every drop for her face. Or tits. He can’t decide. She suggests flipping a coin.

He calls her. “If you let me come over I’ll get your favourite ice-cream.”

“From SuperNatural? But it’s shut.” She says.

“I know the owner.” He lies.

“Seriously?”

“Seriously.”

She agrees. He immediately hops into his car and starts driving. He doesn’t know the owner and isn’t going to bring her favourite ice-cream. But he’s pretty sure she won’t kick him out once she sees him outside her front door.

During the drive he can’t help but feel a little sad at the empty streets. No movies. No sports. No street food.

He stops at a red light even though it isn’t necessary. And that’s when he sees two masked men holding guns. One points a gun at him from the driver’s side and the other from the passenger side.

One of them pulls out a sign that says: ’Get out of car or we shoot you’

Shit. He’s heard a lot about these carjackers but never thought he’d be a potential victim. He can’t afford to get carjacked. He spent a year’s salary on this car.

He decides to risk getting shot. He slams his foot on the accelerator to try to get away but multiple bullets enter his head.

The carjackers are annoyed because now they’ll have to waste time and money cleaning the car and fixing the windows.

Footprint

“There’s someone there!” My 10-year-old daughter points out the living room window.

“Impossible. Where are the footprints?” I reply.

It’s snowing tonight and if there were anyone out there then there would be footprints.

“But It wasn’t walking. It was floating.” She says.

I laugh. “Okay then. Let’s get you to bed so you’ll be safe.”

As we’re going upstairs she says, “It’s right in front of us!”

“Sure it is!” I grin.

After I put her to bed I go to my own room and go to sleep.

The next day my daughter complains about a headache.

“I feel awful.” She says.

I give her some medicine, which makes her feel better.

My daughter and I watch movies on Sundays and today is no different.

But at night her head starts pounding again.

“It feels like something is trying to break out of my skull!” She cries. “I think It’s inside me.”

“No, don’t say that… you’ll be alright. Just take more medicine.”

She takes more medicine. Even though her head still feels like it’s going to blast open, she manages to fall asleep.

The next morning at breakfast she’s all smiles and laughter. She’s feeling a lot better. After she finishes eating she leaves for school.

I watch her through the window. It’s snowing again. I made sure she wore an extra sweater under her jacket. Sometimes cold weather can trigger migraines.

But then I realize that she isn’t walking… she’s floating.

 

 

Writer: Rohan

Love

Dinner with my girlfriend’s mother is never pleasant.

“Are you still a junior manager?” My girlfriend’s mother asks me. “You know, Anthony is CEO of two companies now.”

My girlfriend, Jane, left Anthony because he was always working and never had time for her. Sometimes I feel that Jane wouldn’t be with me if Anthony had worked a little less. And Jane’s mother always bring up Anthony whenever we have dinner.

After dinner Jane and I drive home.

“I’m sorry about my mother.” Jane says as usual.

“It’s fine.” I reply.

“I have a surprise for you.” Jane says. “It’s waiting for you at home.”

A surprise? Jane has never surprised me before. I mean aside from agreeing to be my girlfriend.

When we get home Jane leads me to the garage. I’m shocked when I see Anthony’s dead body lying there.

There’s a bullet in his head.

“I know this is a little extreme.” Jane says. “But I want to prove to you that I’m never going to go back to him, no matter how much my mother wishes I would. You have no reason to be insecure. I love you.”

She hugs me. I hug her back.

You know what, I feel a bit better.

 

Writer: Rohan Parekh

Second Chance

“No! I won’t do it!” My dad screams.

He’s having another nightmare. I rush into his bedroom and wake him up.

“It’s okay, Dad.” I hand him a glass of water.

He sips it slowly.

“Mom again?”

“Yeah.” He says groggily.

I thought dad’s nightmares would stop once we moved to a cottage in the mountains, but he still wakes up screaming. Lately he’s been seeing Mom in his dreams. He says she’s trying to convince him to do something but he doesn’t want to do it.

Mom died when I was young. I’m still young, not old enough to get a driver’s license. But I was too young when mom died so I don’t remember her very well.

After tending to dad I go to the balcony and look at the stars. What a view.

Dad wanted to live in the mountains because he thought it would inspire him to write another book. But he hasn’t written much so far, he’s too exhausted from the nightmares.

Dad joins me on the balcony. Sometimes he can’t sleep after a nightmare. I can never sleep after he has a nightmare.

“I miss her.” He says.

He’s talking about mom.

“What was she like?”

I’ve asked him this question many times and each time he gives me a different answer.

“She became very good at chess. She was worse than me at first but she practiced so much that she eventually became the best in our college, she even managed to beat our math professor and that professor rarely lost to students.”

Interesting. I know something new about mom.

Dad leaves the balcony and goes to the study room.

I go to the living room to watch TV. From the sofa I can see dad writing page after page — it’s been a while since I’ve seen him write.

After dad goes to bed I decide to go into his study room.

I’ve never intruded on my dad’s privacy before but I’m wondering what he wrote just now.

I open his notebook and start reading. What I read is pretty disturbing. He’s written about his latest nightmare.

In his nightmare mom is trying to convince him that she is alive and is waiting for him at a McDonald’s near college — that was where they had their first date, that’s all they could afford as college students. But first he has to do something before he sees her: He has to kill me. But apparently I’ll only be ‘temporarily’ dead.

Once he reunites with her they will have kids and I will apparently be reborn — This way she will be able to watch me grow up. She died in a car accident when I was just a baby and she feels guilty that she never got the chance to watch me grow up.

I shut the notebook and go to the bathroom. I feel sick. I need to calm down. First of all my dad would never hurt me. It’s just a nightmare. And if he decides to write a story based on his nightmare then good for him. Writing is how he earns a living so it’s totally fine.

I try to leave the bathroom but the door won’t open. I try to push open the door but it won’t budge.

And then the lights go out. I try switching on the lights but it looks like the power is out. Just great.

“Dad!” I call out. “Dad! I’m stuck in the bathroom!”

Just then I hear a woman’s voice, “Shh, this won’t take long.”

Who the fuck was that? Then I feel something grab my neck. I’m being choked… can’t breathe. I try to fight back but it’s no use.

Before I die I decide to look on the bright side — maybe I will be reborn.

 

Writer: Rohan Parekh

Reincarnate

After her 10th lap in the swimming pool a small boy gets in water. The little boy looks exactly like her college boyfriend did when he was a child. The boy’s diving attempts are such adorable fails. Her college boyfriend died in a motorcycle accident.

An hour later she is feeding the boy in her kitchen. The boy is wearing her college boyfriend’s old biker jacket. The jacket is too big for the boy but one day he’ll grow into it.

“When will my parents get here?” The boy asks.

“Soon.” She gives the boy more cake.

She has no plans to let go of him any time soon.

Many years later she and the boy are shopping in the mall. Well he isn’t a boy anymore, he’s almost a man. He looks exactly like her old college boyfriend.

They run into one of her work friends.

“How your son has grown!” Says her work friend.

Her ‘son’ smiles nervously. She smiles. She’s trained him well.

 

Writer: Rohan Parekh

Trade Off

When I was growing up, I never imagined I’d make a living by kidnapping kids for ransom. But here we are. I was running the rat-race for years and years until I realized there’s a better way.

But this latest kid is different. He didn’t even put up a fight when I snatched him near his school.

“Don’t worry kid.” I say. “Just think of this as a little vacation.”

It’s not like I’m keeping these kids in cages. I’ve put them in clean spacious rooms with TV, books, toys, and good wholesome food three times a day.

“You’ll be home before you know it.” I say.

He doesn’t reply. He’s hardly said anything since I took him.

“I don’t want to go home.” The boy says.

“Why not?” I ask.

The boy takes off his shirt and shows me the scars on his back.

Damn this kid for waking up my conscience. If I give the boy back to his parents, they’ll keep beating him.

“Well, there goes my ransom.” I sigh. “Listen kid, do you wanna live somewhere else?”

He immediately agrees.

I have a feeling he’ll like the orphanage I grew up in. It’s a good place, after all I turned out alright.

 

Writer: Rohan Parekh

The Listener

He promises his dying wife that he will bring their daughter back home. Their daughter has been happy in the city, away from their hometown, because there she has a job, her own apartment, and once her father suspected that she started drinking with boys, he knew he’d have to take matters into his own hands.

Once he reaches his daughter’s home they start arguing. She doesn’t want to go back to their hometown and get married, she’s only 23! She doesn’t want to be a housewife for the rest of her life. She wants more work experience and she wants a Master’s degree. Her father tells her that she’s already been away from home for two years and that’s more than enough. She tells him to get out of her house because it’s her life and she’ll do what she wants.

That’s when he starts hitting her. He puts his hand over her mouth so nobody can hear her screams. He keeps hitting her until she stops breathing. Why couldn’t she just listen to him?

He secretly carries her body back to their hometown.

When he gets home his wife asks him, “Is she here? Bring her to me.”

The father carries the dead daughter and places her on a chair near her mother.

The dying mother’s eyesight is very weak so she can’t actually see that her daughter is dead.

The mother scolds her daughter, “Why didn’t you come earlier? Everyone has been asking when you will come back and get married and have children! Everyone is judging us as parents! You are so ungrateful after everything we’ve done for you! You just never listen!”

But the dead daughter doesn’t reply… obviously. This further enrages the mother.

The father watches his wife berate their daughter.

His wife doesn’t have much time left. He plans to bury both mother and daughter together.

 

Writer: Rohan

Transformation

Transformation

He comes home early in the morning.

“Where were you last night?” She asks.

“Work.” He collapses on the sofa.

“You reek of alcohol.”

“Client meeting. You know how it is.”

“Next time tell me if you’re going out with your whore so I don’t waste time making dinner for you.”

He tries to apologize but she runs into the bedroom and locks the door. She starts crying and prays for a better husband. She hates living in this new country with her husband. She misses her home, her parents, her friends, and all the adorable stuffed animals in her bedroom.

Her husband knocks on the bedroom door for five straight minutes, but she won’t open it. He gives up and goes back to the living room and turns on the TV. Suddenly he starts to feel nauseous. It’s probably the alcohol, he just needs some rest. But then he notices a little more hair on his arms than usual.

A few minutes later his clothes start feeling very tight. He takes off his clothes and cries out in alarm. There is long hair on his legs, stomach, chest. His back starts feeling itchy and he feels hair over there too.

What the hell is going on? He rushes to the bathroom and sees hair all over his face! And his face looks different… it looks like… a bear?

A few minutes later he screams in agony as the transformation is complete. His wife emerges from her bedroom and gasps in shock.

Her former husband is now a giant cuddly teddy bear. Looks like her prayers were answered.

 

 

Writer: Rohan

First

First love. First hand-holding. First kiss. Arnav and Ashna just saw a movie and now they’re kissing in the back of a cab. The road is quiet and peaceful, a pleasant change from the daytime chaos.

A few minutes later they stop kissing because three men are staring at them from ahead. The men are sitting on the back of a pick-up truck.

The truck slowly comes to a stop. The taxi has to stop too, it’s a narrow one-way road.

The men hop off. Arnav immediately steps out of the taxi, grabs Ashna and pulls her out with him, and tells her to RUN.

“What about you?” She cries.

“I’ll be fine. Just GO!”

Ashna runs. The cabbie gets out and runs too.

The men try to chase Ashna but Arnav jumps in between.

20 years later Ashna is telling this story to her husband, a different man.

“The horrible things they did to him because he let me get away…” She sobs. “I should’ve stayed to help him.”

 

Writer: Rohan

Flirt

She’s pretty tolerant of her boyfriend flirting with other girls because he’s proven time and again that he only has eyes for her. The only thing that bothers her is when women continue to flirt with him after he tells them that he has a girlfriend.

He doesn’t mind if she flirts with other guys either. When they go out they compete to see who can get more numbers.

Tonight he’s gotten more numbers so she needs to catch up.

She starts chatting up a random guy but doesn’t notice when he slips something in her drink.

 

Writer: Rohan