Collection of Short Stories and Poetry

Sameer sat down on the chair and put the mask over his head. He had heard about  these machines Dream Makers they were called. He closed his eyes and imagined a  girl, her hair was brown and eyes were large, her lips luscious and her body curvy. He  began to move in the chair with the anticipation and the technician said ‘Stay still, she  is nearly ready for you.’ He heard a noise and the technician took the mask off, and said to him ‘can I have   your retina identification’. Sameer put his eye close to the hand held machine the  technician was holding. She’s all ready for you, that’s all done, all I need is a name’ said the technician. A name? Sameer hadn’t even thought of that, what was he going to call her…… Yes, he thought Pooja. The large pod stood in front of him, it was oval shaped and blue in colour. The door opened and there was she Pooja just as he had imagined her. ‘You can   take her now Mr Rangula’ the technician said. ...

‘I nearly had him, I can’t believe what happened, and you know how long I have looked for him’ He said. I could see him pacing up and down. He looked so handsome in his uniform, he had no idea how I felt about him.  I said ‘please tell me what happened’.  He finally sat down and sighed. ‘I had picked up Jerome from Planet Lomer as director by President Watkins and was to take him for his execution to the caves of Romal’ . He said. ‘The caves of Romal, that is a harsh terrain and its completely cut off from civilisation’ . I said. ‘You know how the President take’s treason, not so lightly that is why gave me the assignment of taking him there. ME’ he shouted. ‘You were friends at the Red Academy so that couldn’t have been easy’ I said. ‘EASY? Damn right, but friends? But that was a long time ago. I was doing my duty to escort him so I picked him up from Lomer in the prison escort ship.  I could hardly recognise him, he had a beard, can you bel...