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teenagegang · 2 years

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The isolated life of Naresh Narayan

Hi, my name is Naresh Narayan. And I am the quietest kid alive. When I was a kid……. No wait I am still a kid so this long-flash-type monologue doesn’t make any sense, however the way my life is arranged doesn’t make any real sense either. I am a quiet kid, by multiple standards. For instance, if you come up to me and try to roast me up then you’d find a disappointing result: I wouldn’t say anything and then simply walk away, letting people boo me for such a cowardly, cold, non-rude behaviour. Because welcome, this is India, here students care more about their reputations than their grades but then hey, welcome to my story and the protagonist of this story is Naresh Narayan, 15, five-feet-seven and I do things completely different than the rest of the world; meaning you could call me one of the reversed sapiens for all I care, because I don’t care about the world wasting away its resources to make sure that they reach mars, or Jupiter or reaching massive speeds or creating complex space-shuttles, I mean; what is the point in all this? We are already the smartest beings on our planet, probably the smartest in our galaxy so why even expand our knowledge when we have achieved what our potential held for us; duh.

I mean some of you would really disagree with what I said but like I said; I really don’t give a damn. So yeah, feel free to put your opinions on the play.

#reblog #gif #video #shinee #otp

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teenagegang · 2 years

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Why that certain somebody is special to me

You know I know its a space where you write stories and make people happy. Here I am about to do just the same; I am about to make the person I love the most happy, the way she did to me. My best Friend, and my world, Muskan sarvottam. Let's say: you were a deity, trying to figure how the humans came into existence. You took the mould of of the divine, and tried to make a perfect human. You moulded the human perfectly, made it beautiful, made it so that it was amazing. You made sure that there were some flaws, as such is human nature. But in the end, the body was complete, you assigned it the female gender, the ones who are the purest, in mind and in soul. And that body beheld the most beautiful and kindest soul this world will ever see. In short, you created Muskan Sarvottam. To the person I love the most. (Mind you this took time ngl)

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teenagegang · 3 years

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Strongest Human

Of course, with Mr. S’s blessings, I was working at a restaurant nearby the very next day.

The post I had gotten was ‘The In-charge of cleanliness and maintaining social etiquettes’ by the staff head. In short, I was a sweeper.

I swept the floor and frowned, ‘What type of work am I doing?’ I asked myself.

Just as in response, the ground shook as people started screaming, plates fell, windows broke, a loud thud was heard which was horribly like someone being banged on the floor with repeated blows. My mind went blank as an explosion took place.

I was literally swept off my feet, as I felt myself smash through multiple walls; there were a lot of cracks and lots of screams.

I finally stopped being smashed as rubble fell over me, crushing me beneath.

A loud roar, more like that of an overgrown lion was heard as I busted the rubble off me, my clothes were tattered, my nose was bleeding. But overall, I wasn’t seriously hurt. Did I mention that I am extremely durable?

I saw that I was in the shop parallel to the restaurant that I worked in, across the road. Buildings were destroyed; cars were flipped and looked like something had been playing with them, something very large.

People were running here and there, screaming their heads off, and pointing at the restaurant where I worked, from where I heard a grumbling sound.

A lion walked out of the busted place; literally walked out, on two hind legs.

I was kind of confused; his face was of a lion, a very aggressive lion at that with all the mane, long ears and fangs and stuff. But beneath his neck, his body was humanoid, with tiger stripes all along. He was way more muscular than me, like a massive mass of muscle. His claws were at-least a foot long and very sharp at that. He wore nothing, because there was nothing to hide (if you got my point).

‘Comrades!!!’ He yelled; he could talk, ‘I guess the food’s ready.’

I gasped as I saw a little girl lying just below the huge monster. She was too much petrified to speak anything or do anything. The monster’s cruel eyes and menacing laugh was making her even more scared.

If I didn’t do anything, the little girl could get killed.

Dammit, I have never faced such a situation.

The monster took a step closer to the girl as I saw some other grumbling noises.

#story strongest human fantasy fiction action idk how many tags i should put

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teenagegang · 3 years

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The strongest human-

How often do you feel that you have achieved something so overwhelming that now you’re trying to hide it? For what reasons? Scared of the jealousy of others? Being judged? Not-what?!

But for me, the 17-year old Seiko, it’s a whole lot complicated than that. No, I don’t have superhuman intelligence or extreme musical skills or heavenly good looks. I’ve got something that maybe not everyone desires: strength.

Now you must be wondering: Strength? What’s great in that? If you do push-ups, squats and physical exercises every day, you’d eventually be strong.

But will those physical activities make you so much strong that you can blow off an entire building with just a barrage of punches? Or create shockwaves or run so fast that people are barely able to see you? Or jump from one city to another?

No, right. It will not, never, and you know what; without doing any physical exercise, I can do all the above mentioned activities, up to an extreme level.

Yes, dear readers/editors/people bored with their lives, I can do all this.

To be honest, I don’t look like I possess such strength. Like I am about 5’7 and a half, can be considered muscular but not much, with messy spiky hair, a prevailing example of my aggressive behaviour and impulsivity (did I mention I have ADHD?) and am dyslexic. What? Were you expecting a 6-foot-1, casually handsome and super-intelligent hero like Superman? Or perhaps someone as rich as Batman or Iron-Man? To be honest; I am not even a hero.

Sorry to disappoint ya!

Well, I don’t know anything about my parents, other than the fact that I remember something about them to an extent: their gentle smiles that radiated happiness when they held me as a baby, is all I can remember.

But other than that, I never saw them or met them, but that doesn’t mean that they’re dead and I am an orphan. Something in my heart tells me that they’re alive. Looking over me, waiting for me to make them proud.

Yep, that’s my story. And I was raised by Mr. S. I don’t know what the ‘S’ stands for but he looks like a he is a Japanese, an Indian as well as an American. Maybe, something was up with his parents.

Anyways, he doesn’t know about me being so strong, and I tried to hide it, whenever and wherever I can. If people know that I am so strong, they will be dependent on me and I can’t live up-to someone’s or anyone’s expectations.

I know that I don’t seem like an ideal hero, but.....keep in mind that I did not ask for this power.

But that doesn’t mean that I am a coward, but I just don’t feel like saving the world, or fighting monsters.

The type of life that I favour is: quiet and peaceful, living an unknown and quiet life until I pass on like some un-interesting commoner.

But seeing my life so far: I don’t think that I am gonna live my life the way that I want it.

Pg.2

Hello to the day 2 of my life......sorry I am just joking.

Get sarcasm, big-guy!

So my life’s been going down-hill lately, Mr. S isn’t keeping well on his health and since he’s my only benefactor, I have to look after him.

We live in the rough, dog-eat-dog apartments in the Kips City. Mr. S is an editor in the local newspaper, so we manage well. I have been telling him to let me live on my own, for how long is he gonna look after me? I mean he’s like 75 and now needs to calm down, since people are not meant to work at that age.

But he doesn’t listen and just keeps doing his work.

The Kips city is notorious for its criminal activities, along with the usual occurrences of strange creatures known monsters keep going up, the economic stat keep going down, the government wasn’t doing anything. Pretty much, this city was just a nail away from a full blown riot or civil war.

Now strange guys known as Vigilantes kept showing up as well. They left behind messages like ‘The revenge of the Moron (maybe it was Boron)’ or ‘I will eradicate all the evil in this city’

And that too, near the convenience restrooms’ walls.

I don’t know much about these vigilantes but surely, since they have come; the crime rates are going up.

‘What are you planning to do with your life, Seiko?’ Mr. S asked me one evening, in our apartment.

Now, that was a difficult situation. Even having immense strength doesn’t help when you’re broke.

‘I will take up a profession as a journalist, maybe?’

‘Why add ‘’maybe’’?’ Mr. S asked.

‘Because I am not sure, Mr. S, that which profession I would take up.’ I said, ‘that’s why I keep asking you let me live on my own. So I can gain some experience.’

Mr. S just smiled and shook his head, ‘your talents are far greater than this type of puny work, son.’

I blinked, trying to figure out what talents did he find in me.

‘Don’t think too much, Seiko.’ Mr. S said, ‘You will be great one day, I am sure.’

Now those words made me feel uneasy; it was like I was hurting him somehow. I had so much strength and still, I don’t put it to use.

Somehow I felt that, whenever a monster appeared or somebody was killed, I was guilty. That when anyone had the same type of abilities as I did, they would feel the same.

I tried to ignore this feeling and tried to laugh, ‘Yeah, maybe with your blessings.’

Pg 3......already started...

#story

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