Varsha Kewalramani
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“Horror is like a serpent; always shedding its skin, always changing. And it will always come back."
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The richest thing on earth!
He was tired of cleaning up after people. His job sickened him more every day. Casino housekeeper..blah..He cleaned up champagne smelling vomit, cocaine sprinkled blood, even a diamond -encrusted stiletto heel from ...one of those. Women...He'd wanted to be a blackjack dealer; he practiced every day. He said hi to the casino bosses, he even wore a bow tie with his housekeeping coveralls. He'd come to Las Vegas with stars in his eyes.". I am gonnna be rich, someday. I can feel it!". He had his good luck charm, a new poker chip that he found on the floor when he was mopping up vomit. He cleaned it off and it looked pretty good! Like it was winking at him. He stopped sweeping and took it out. He smiled at it, gave it a quick little kiss. As he was cleaning it off again, somebody bumped into him. He felt like no one ever saw the guy in the housekeeping coveralls. This hasty person was in such a hurry, they tipped over the water in his bucket.."Hey !" he said.."Watch it!" He walked over to his cart and picked out some towels and started drying the floor where the water spilled. His mind drifted into the cocaine, champagne world of money, money, money. He put his hand back in his pocket to return the poker chip.... hey...hey! he stated to feel all around the coveralls.."it's gone!! My lucky chip!! " He looked everywhere but couldn't find it. His luck was running out. He went over to the corner of the hallway and slipped onto the floor, one big unlucky heap. He closed his eyes..felt comfort in the darkness and silence.
By Varsha Kewalramani3 years ago in Horror
The Two Shades of Luck
It was a warm spring night in the forested plain three miles north of the Free City of Enceröss. Blustering westerly winds rustled the trees surrounding the riverside glade where the academic Vabriel Shuno parked his wagon. Hitched to the wagon, his stalwart mule brayed nervously.
By Varsha Kewalramani3 years ago in Horror
Someone Has Died
Someone has died. Of this, I am certain. I know it because I always know it. As I lie here alone in this big, empty bed and listen to the rain, I remember it as it returns to me, this feeling, this dread, skittering up and down my throat with a thousand little legs. It settles in my stomach like a great stone, a solid, sickening weight. It is rancid in its heaviness and unmistakable in its familiarity. Someone has died. I do not know who.
By Varsha Kewalramani3 years ago in Horror
Adelaide's Cemetery
Death was accompanied by the patter of nurses’ rubber-soled shoes marching briskly along linoleum floors. The smell of antiseptic solution. A gurney wheel, in need of oil, squeaking rhythmically as another patient was rushed past. Starchy white sheets, and the sharp and angular shapes of nurses headdresses.
By Varsha Kewalramani3 years ago in Horror
Maniacal, Manipulative, Psychotic
The storm had felt like a rumor all day, but now, the sky was delivering. For a second, like a knife catching a glint of light and refracting it in multitude, everything gleamed white. The lightning split the whole sky in half, and in that moment, it was brighter than daylight. The tops of the gravestones seemed to pulse like strobe lights in a night club before blackness settled them down again.
By Varsha Kewalramani3 years ago in Horror
Good Luck
One day while walking through the streets with her skateboard in hand and punk rock playing in her headphones, fourteen year old Kate saw a cat. A black cat with blue eyes. Kate had hyperfixated on and studied cats and knew that it was uncommon for a black cat to have blue eyes. She crouched down and put her hand out. The cat looked at her hand and noticed the small crystal in it. The cat approached closer and took the crystal into his mouth. The cat looked into Kate’s deep brown eyes and nudged her hand. Kate pet the cat’s head and kissed his head. She picked up the cat and held him in her arms. Kate stared at the cat and thought of a name, “Mochi” she said aloud. She placed the cat into her sack and started skating home. Mochi sat contently playing with the crystals in her bag. When she got home she yelled, “Mom i’m home!” and continued to her room in the basement. Not to her surprise when she got into her room she was greeted by her boyfriend sitting on her bed, reading. “Hi Quinn look what I found.” She let Mochi out of her bag and onto her bed. Mochi approached Quinn slowly to sniff his feet. “Mochi thinks you have stinky feet.” Kate chuckled. Quinn’s eyes lit up, “Mochi? That’s such a cute name! You’re the best girlfriend ever.” and he pulled Kate onto the bed and held her in his arms. Kate sighed and wished Mochi and Quinn could stay here forever. She knew sooner or later Mochi would be sent outside again. She held Mochi tight while Quinn kissed her cheeks and neck. She giggled, “Quinn stop! I need you to take care of Mochi.” Quinn stopped and let go of her. “Take care of Mochi? Are you sure? You just found him.” Kate raised her eyebrow surprised that her boyfriend would doubt Kate’s ability to take care of them both. “Please Quinn” She said while flashing her puppy dog eyes. “Alright fine but only because I love you” He turned to Mochi and booped his nose, “and you too.” Kate stood up abruptly and kissed Quinn’s forehead. “Want to go to the store?” Kate asked and Quinn nodded and got off Kate’s bed. “Let’s blast.” said Quinn and he put his shoes on and grabbed Mochi. Kate grabbed her skate board and hopped on. She handed Quinn his skateboard and started skating. “Kate! How do I hold Mochi while skating?” Kate turned around and said “Sorry! Let me grab him so I can put him in my bag.” When Kate and Quinn arrived at the pet store the door rung when she walked in and set Mochi on the ground. Quinn started looking at clothes for cats and Kate pulled him over to the food bowls. “Which ones do you want?” She asked as Quinn browsed the selection. “I like this one.” He said while pointing to a bowl with cat ears. “Cute!” Kate said and grabbed one for water and one for food. “Do you think he needs a collar?” Quinn asked but instead of Kate responding Mochi responded with a mow. “Sounds like he does.” Kate said. Kate proceeded to grab a crystal out of her bag to give to Mochi but he refused it. “Aww c’mon Mochi I need you to hold this for me.” He hissed and walked away. “That was weird.” Quinn said while holding a costume for Mochi. “Quinn! He might be able to sense good crystals from bad!” Kate whispered making sure Mochi couldn’t hear. “Wow that’s bold of you to assume, Kate.” Quinn teased. Kate scowled and blushed, “I dunno. It seems odd that he has blue eyes.” Kate continued. Quinn listened but decided to change the topic. “Where is Mochi?” Quinn asked and left the aisle. Kate followed while calling Mochi’s name, “Mochi! Mochi!” Quinn appear holding Mochi. “Got him” He said triumphantly. Kate kissed both of them on their heads and proceeded to checkout. “A collar, bowls for food and water, cat food, cat bed, cat toy” The cashier said while putting the things into a bag. Quinn looked at Kate and she grinned. “Hey can I stay at your house tonight?” Quinn asked. Taken off guard and blushing Kate replied, “Oh uh sure, you can stay in my room” Quinn grinned and kissed Kate’s cheek. “Thanks, love.” Kate loved it when Quinn called her love.
By Varsha Kewalramani3 years ago in Horror
Monster Under My Bed
The exact details are hazy. I was in college, my junior or senior year, and it was a creative writing class. We were in the computer lab that day, working on our personal essays, but many of us were stuck. “Take a snapshot from your life,” our professor told us. “Select a good one- a hard one, a happy one. Take your pick. And then write about it. How hard can it be?” Behind the glib tone, however, a smile; he was heckling us, and we returned it with equal fervor. Mock fervor; pretend outrage. Our relationship with him was easy, comfortable. An older man, tall and slightly stooped, he occasionally read us the stories he’d written himself; and sometimes- ridiculously so, now that I think back on it- he’d pass them out for us to read, giant stacks of them, with the option of censored copies (black Sharpie streaked across whole paragraphs); and uncensored ones, rife with…I can’t remember, exactly. Sexual stuff? Gore? What else could it be? So funny how this professor, teaching a college level class, was so parsimonious, even protective. Sweet, really.
By Varsha Kewalramani3 years ago in Horror
