Abhishek Todmal

“The Artist and His Muse” by Abhishek Todmal

The canvas was a mood. It rested in the corner of the room, discreetly vying for the affections of the fledging-artist who had abandoned it in favour of a tryst with Lady Love. What had the woman that she didn’t, it posthumously reflected, as it watched the subject perform all sorts of romantic miracles in a manner suggesting of the utmost indecorous behavior. It wasn’t as if she was moot, or incapable of making her consternations felt. In fact, had it not been for the violent whispers of summertime outside she should have outshone any ...

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“Writer's Drift” by Abhishek Todmal

Submitted to Contest #181

Inspired by Shakespeare, or rather by the mediocre standard of literature he currently found himself immersed in, Nathan Bixby retired to his cottage in the remote Georgian wilderness, not entirely indifferent to his own serene origins, where he contemplated the misery of fame and fortune; those peasantly folk who’d written the greatest tales of our times in a bid to acquire for themselves a touch of that force which is the insurmountable nature of inner pride, only to be deceived and instead be burdened with such a thing as unfathomable ric...

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“Mortal Unity; Immortal” by Abhishek Todmal

Submitted to Contest #137

What stood once as a refuge for dreams, a haven for the spirit, and a pleasant confinement for the body, now resembled grounds taken over by the Truveau’s.The Mance’s were one of the oldest families in all of England. Their wealth had at one point surpassed that of the Crown, and whilst for all their riches they had much to show of, it was their heritage – their standing as a respectable group of persons in this time of times, which classified them as a family worth loving. Certainly, of these persons, Aron Mance was an individual whose indi...

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“Peril At Steadfast. ” by Abhishek Todmal

She asked me how my day was; I wasn’t interested in a reply, it was a day like each before, and therefore, I grunted, thinking how fine she looked, as she stooped, and retrieved the broken remnants of a vase, those that would have glanced a chance at her elbows as she passed; for who doesn’t kind oneself to Ivy’s elbows. I was bewildered; for the next day I found her looking at me, longingly, when Bears In The Wild was playing, and the white beast was staring down a curious Alaskan, or a Red Indian, but her, she just looked at me curiousl...

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“A Sentiment. ” by Abhishek Todmal

Submitted to Contest #100

Of the many hardships that face two bodies in love, none can be more so pleasurably frustrating and rewarding as the distance that separates, and in there, binds those two, who may think one another to be a rewarding spectacle, should the present and the future unite them.It had begun as a chance encounter - somewhere along spinning the wheel and gazing idly - through a passage of time during which one is a solitary reaper, but how beautiful might this stroke of hand become, should from such a wayward action, arise an encounter with someone ...

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“We.” by Abhishek Todmal

Submitted to Contest #94

Rather unfortunate to be dependent on someone. Or liberating, might one view? For the two sides to the coin are quite fickle foes to each other, intermingling with the passing of each lively moment. Viola nursed a drink in her hand, making an apt conversation with the Hodgersons, who were scrutinizing her life choices without much delicate finesse. "A nurse, dear? Why, hardly a time to be one. Surely the gardening business is blooming and ought to have beckoned you towards, don't you think Maya ?" "Certainly, dear," affirmed the red-...

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“Rite to Entry. ” by Abhishek Todmal

Submitted to Contest #59

Sally wandered in through the quaint streets of St. Martin, with nothing but her solitary backpack and a couple of books that her great grandmother Orda had left her as a fortune. Part witch and part social outcast, her life had taken her along on many a great journey, and it was in penning down this latest chapter to her story, that she came across the infamous town of St. Martin. Nobody was spared the customary wrath of the town folk, as each sat along on their porches, making a comment or two on the new little girl in town. "Only a ...

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“An Adventure in Marrakesh ” by Abhishek Todmal

Submitted to Contest #58

"Are you ready Mira ?" "I'm scared." "You're ready" She closed her eyes and held his hand as a symbol of hope. "On my count then," the boy whispered. Three. Two. AND. One. The lights to Marrakesh died and led to an uproar from the streets below. Hawkers and street peddlers dismayed at the potential loss of customers. Above them, galloping across the red asphalt, Munir and Mira jumped over two succinctly separated rooftops and stuck their first landing rather flimsily. There was no time to waste. The lights would be back in exactly s...

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“The Interrogation.” by Abhishek Todmal

Submitted to Contest #56

"Special Agent Ryan, this is Mira Black, famed assassin wanted in connection with the death of Senator Hobart. Please have a seat."I took my seat opposite the fiendish looking woman. Black hair laced with streaks of red. A commanding presence about her. She eyed me carefully, looking for a change in expression. I offered a cursory nod but turned my attention towards my supervisor Kassandra Vox. "Why is she in cuffs ?" I asked signaling towards the woman sitting patiently next to her."You kidding me Ryan ?" she asked looking up...

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“Knock Knock...” by Abhishek Todmal

Submitted to Contest #55

The fabled end of the world loomed neigh.A prophecy that had found its bearings through the whispers of millennia gone by, brought to fruition by the ill sowed efforts of man.We had finally outdone ourselves. A mass-scale bludgeoning of Planet Earth that even despite our mother's plea's for mercy, was ignored to fill the pockets of those greedy enough to scrounge on dollars in lieu of a roof over our heads. The National Bureau of Climatology had issued its preliminary warning on the 3rd of April, 2047.Stop, or else we will be stopped, s...

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“It Takes Two to Tango. ” by Abhishek Todmal

Submitted to Contest #54

 It was a game of cat and mouse being watched by millions of spectators around the world.The prelude to the war that would dwarf all wars. They were planning on calling it 'The Final War'. An apt name given the stature of the two states.America and Russia had never seen eye to eye. The two were akin to an inseparable pair of siblings, who as much as they would have loved to go their separate ways, knew, that one would miss the other if either were away.America and Russia.Nate was now a big wall-street honcho who ran millions of dollars ...

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“An Interlude from Caution - Miscreant's Welcome !” by Abhishek Todmal

Submitted to Contest #52

        “I wish you could be more precise. I really don’t know what you mean”If only it were as easy as that. The two boulders of men grabbed me by arms and placed the handcuffs on me, tightly. As if I were one of the people on The World’s Most Wanted List. But I wasn’t, was I ?As long as I cared to know, and as long as I cared to look back, I had been what you could call a “very cautious guy”. You know, the kind of guy who turns down an invitation to a Friday night party on a college campus known espe...

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“A memory from beyond - Till Death do us part. ” by Abhishek Todmal

Submitted to Contest #51

I used to be a healer in the British infantry during the course of the Second World War. The horror's I'd seen in the trenches had scarred my soul irreparably but none more so, than an afternoon I'd spent with a wounded German soldier, who had been brought back to our healing tents, by Captain Williams, who laid down the weak, wounded man onto my bed, and had left signaling to me that I should do everything in my power to nurse this enemy back to health. The purpose of this noble deed wasn't as altruistic as it may sound. They needed him nur...

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