Total Votes: 18

Which is your favourite story?

No ending time set.
RazorfaneX's Quota for the day 27% [ 5 ]

TheGunSlinger's story 27% [ 5 ]

Darkside's Painful Death 0% [ 0 ]

Varunshenoyg's Procastination 101 22% [ 4 ]

Jocafer's random story 22% [ 4 ]

Antoni Lee's Story 0% [ 0 ]

burnside

Dominating Posts: 198 Joined: 25 Apr 2007 545 gold

Story Competition.

Posted on Tue Dec 02, 2008 5:11 am

-------------And the winners are------------------
1st Razorfane X - average score 27.5, 5000 gold
2nd The Gunslinger - average score 27, 3000 gold
3rd Varunshenoyg - average score 25.875, 2000 gold
4th Jocafer - average score 25.667, 1876 gold

Congratulations all, good entries.

Edit: post stories on thread.

Good luck all....

Here are all the stories:

RazorfaneX's story:

Quota for the Day

The sun had just set upon a small, nameless and uncharted island in the middle of the sea. The island’s inhabitants had just started to pack up their simple fishing equipment and headed back to their small village with their catch for the day.

One of them was a young boy named Joseph. He had straight, dark brown hair and light blue eyes and was not as tall as the other boys but his build was larger and it allowed him to do more strenuous work.

Unlike many of the others who fished with their rods and nets, he used a light spear which he himself made by securely attaching a knife to the end of a long pole. When asked why he did this, he reasoned, “If we were to be attacked, I want to be able to defend the village.” It was because of this belief that he was always made fun of; everyone would laugh at his comment and counter, “Joseph, no one has ever even seen our island and it is sure to stay that way! There is no reason for you to learn how to use the spear!”

His father, who was the head of the village, was not against this despite that there were much easier ways to fish. He was the only one in the village who respected Joseph’s decision. His mother passed away when he was younger so he pretty much grew up with his father.

With the support of his father, Joseph continued to hone his skills with the spear. Sure he would get less fish than the others but he also learned how to defend himself better. But this made all the other boys laugh at him since they thought he was terribly stupid not to realize how futile his efforts really were. He was a very patient boy so he did his best not to mind everyone who laughed at him but deep inside, it still hurt him.

Eventually, this carried on over the years and his patience was just about to run out…

On that fateful day, Joseph was once again fishing by use of his spear which now had a steel handle and had a larger blade attached since he was no longer a mere boy but a young man of 17.

It looks like I’m going to reach the quota again today! he thought to himself. Though seemingly simple, reaching the quota always felt like an important accomplishment to Joseph especially since he only used his spear unlike the others who would reach almost double the quota using their nets and rods. He thrust his spear into the water and pulled out a rather large fish. He smiled and put it in his net which he only used for keeping his catch in.

“You really are terribly stupid, aren’t you?” came a voice that was all too familiar to Joseph. He did not bother to turn around to look at the one who said it but he knew it was Marco, the one who had been needling him all his life with insults and mockeries.

Marco had slightly green eyes, black, curly hair, was taller than Joseph but had a smaller build. In fact, Joseph could have easily thrown Marco into the water anytime he wanted but he never did.

“Hey, aren’t you going to respond? You too dumb to even come up with a reply?” Marco continued.

Joseph straightened and said as he thrust down his spear into the water once more, still not making eye contact with Marco, “Don’t you have fish to catch?”

“What’s this? I never expected a reply from one such as you! Oh, and just so you know, I came up with the quota a long ways back unlike you clearly.” Marco said in reply.

Joseph ignored him and just went on to getting more fish.

“Hey, you’re ignoring me now?” Marco asked.

Joseph did not reply.

“You think you’re so good? Let’s see if you can ignore this!” Marco said as he threw Joseph’s net into the sea, releasing all those fish that Joseph had worked so hard for all day just to catch. Yes, although he impaled them on his spear, most of Joseph’s fish were actually still alive when they were put in the net.

Now Joseph knew Marco for being the blabbermouth who just won’t stop the insults and mocking but this has finally crossed the line. This was the single most disrespectful, inconsiderate and unbecoming deed that anyone has ever done to him.

Maybe it was from the shock of it all or from all the anger and frustration accumulated through the years but Joseph snapped.

His eyes blazed with the fury of a thousand suns and all he could see and hear was Marco. It’s as if everything stopped save for Marco and Joseph.

Marco sneered and said, “So you finally changed your—”

“Shut up…” Joseph cut him off, “Marco…run now, while you can still feel your legs…”

“Me, run from you? Hah! That’s the last thing I’d ever do! I’m staying right here, you idiot.”
“Don’t say I didn’t warn you…”

Everything happened in what seemed like the blink of an eye. There was an ear-piercing shriek and all eyes were turned to Marco and Joseph… Marco was dead and Joseph stood over his body as he pulled out his spear from Marco’s heart. But something terribly disturbing could be noticed with Joseph. He was… smiling and the slightest hint of remorse could not be seen in his eyes.

He then said, “I have reached the quota for the day...”

Two members of the village authorities seized the young man but were surprised as he did not put up a struggle. What they did not know was that in Joseph’s now twisted mind, he was thinking, You’re next.

Joseph sat there in his cell alone, giving a cold, terrifying glare with those ice-blue eyes to anyone that passed by. This was the first time Joseph had actually done anything out-of-character but this left a lasting impact on everyone, especially Joseph himself.

Finally, his father passed by his cell to visit him. He asked, “Joseph, why have you done this? This was never the way to deal with Marco! Don’t you realize how sorrowful you’ve made his family?”

Joseph just sat there, nonresponsive to anything his father said. It was as if he was not listening but he could hear every single word of it.

“Joseph, answer me. Why?” his father asked once more.

Finally, he spoke, “People live, people die, that’s all there is to it; I did not kill him, I was only speeding up the process. If he was going to die anyway, what difference is it if he dies now?”

His father replied, “What nonsense is this! Joseph, do you realize what you’re saying?”

“Perfectly… You know how there’s always the possibility for any of us to die in the next second. Life is fragile so it wouldn’t have made any difference if I had killed Marco earlier which is what I should have done all those years ago.”

At this, Joseph’s father could say nothing. It seemed that his son was beyond all hopes of recovering. He slowly turned and walked away without looking back at his son…

Joseph would spend the rest of his life in that place. Despite everything he’s done, his father still did not have the heart to give his own son the death sentence.

A few days passed and not the slightest sign of change could be noticed with Joseph. He would eat normally with the few prisoners in the village but it seemed that even they were afraid of him. Whenever he was in his cell, he would just sit down on his bed and give that cold, glare that nobody thought he was capable of to anyone who passed by his cell.

This was how it was for that week and then, another occurrence happened. The two people who brought Joseph to this place on that fateful day were found dead in their homes. Nobody could fathom how it could have happened since the only one with a motive to kill them was Joseph but since he was still in prison, it would be impossible for him to have killed them in their homes. The young man in question however, had an unexplainable smile on his face as he very quietly whispered to the wind, “I have reached the quota for the day...”

After the death of the two, everyone feared Joseph more than ever despite that he was still in prison precisely because there was still that very small possibility that he could kill even from within prison. Joseph was unmoved by this fact as he remained in his cell quietly as usual.

After the first month in prison, the unthinkable happened: No, Joseph did not escape prison but Pirates; a whole ship full of them invaded the island which was still very rich with natural resources.

The pirate captain was a rather large, middle-aged man by the name of Kunkka. He had graying hair, a black captain’s hat, and light armor that provided enough protection and mobility. He also wielded a deadly double-handed sword that had seen countless battles.

He then called out in a loud voice for a man his age, “You have your quota for the day! Take everything you need, men!”

Nearly everyone was sent in a panic and hid in their homes. Unfortunately, that was where the pirates struck first. Most of those who were hiding in their homes were either brutally killed or captured before their houses were burned to the ground. Some were burned alive inside their houses and some even jumped into the sea in hopes of escaping but they met their death instead, at the jaws of the sharks the pirates brought along.

Back at the prison, Joseph was sitting in his cell quietly like always when the warden himself came along, bringing Joseph’s spear with him. He opened Joseph’s cell and said, “We need your help, pirates have invaded! You’re the only one who can--” That was all he could say before Joseph silenced him permanently with a spear to the throat.

Joseph smiled and said, “I have my quota for the day…”

Just as he had finished saying this, two pirates came in wielding their blades. Joseph shrugged and ended their lives before they could even make their first move. I have a harder time catching fish than fighting these pathetic excuses for pirates. My people truly are pathetic…

He stepped on the corpses on the two he just killed on his way out the door.

He was finally outside after a month in prison but all he saw were the bodies of his people and pirates raiding the village. He walked into the fray…

Some pirates noticed Joseph and immediately went after him. That would be their last mistake. They would come at him swinging their swords but he dodged them with ease and countered more powerfully, usually killing them in the first thrust or strike since he was very skilled. He would always aim for their throat, heart, head or even the abdomen and leave them to die of excessive bleeding.

He was unstoppable.

By now, all of the pirates had noticed Joseph and surrounded him from all sides. Kunkka was watching from a distance away but Joseph knew he was there. The pirates all attacked at the same time but Joseph went ahead to break the circle of attack and immediately thrust his spear through the face of the pirate nearest him. He ran outward from that opening and from there; he dispatched them as they came. The pirates would attack him with violent swings of the sword but he had the advantage of distance and could already strike when the pirates could not and that had made all the difference. In the end, half of the pirates died and the other half retreated.

Joseph then made his way toward Kunkka and Kunkka did the same. Kunkka has the first attack and swung down powerfully with his sword. Joseph did not bother to block the blow but instead stepped away and thrust his spear into Kunkka’s head in the blink of an eye. Kunkka was not really able to put up much of a fight. Joseph was just way too skilled for any of them to defeat.

The pirates fled the island and Joseph was victorious but he did not have a smile on his face. He just proceeded to look for survivors. When he found them, he did not let them speak, no. He simply killed them too. Now he had a smile on his face as he whispered to himself, “One more.”

He went back to his house where he saw his father lying in a pool of his own blood, motionless and lifeless on the floor. He looked at his father’s corpse and did not react.

He then thrust his spear into his own heart but instead of showing pain, he grinned widely and said, “It seems that… I have reached… my quota… for…ever.”

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Darkside 56's story:

Painful Death

His name was Eric. He lived on a chain of islands near the Maelstrom. He had jet-black hair, brown eyes with blood-red specks in them. He had very pale skin, and he was on the skinny side. No one talked to him, or even dared go near him, because of the fact that he had some sort of 'bad' aura around him. The people on the island fished and hunted for food, and they started training at age 9, but Eric didn't learn to hunt, he often went off into the woods, and was never seen for several weeks, and whenever he came back, he had a huge bulging sack on his back. Everyone wondered what he brought back, but no one ever knew. One day a blue/green cloud was spotted near where the sheeps graze, as villager went to inspect, they met a horrific sight. All the sheep were bleating in pain, and the villagers could see that the sheep were melting.

2 months later, when there was no talk from Kadori, the smallest island, with a population of 200, hunters, and trackers went out to find what happened. a week later, they came back shaking with fear, and distress. As the villagers were told what had happened, they wondered their own fate.

3 more months past. 1 out of the 100 villages were left standing. One day a child peeked into Eric's house, because he had lost a bet, and what he saw astonished him, there were hundreds of vials with different colored liquids, a strange mask, a suit that was made out of some sort of slick material, several tanks with hoses sticking out of them, and something moving in the shadows. He saw Eric put on the strange suit, and the mask. All of a sudden he saw several of the vials opened and dumped into the tanks. The next moment a reddish greenish cloud emerged from the tank, and the kid melted. Very Happy 3 minutes later, the villagers saw the green cloud coming from Eric's hut, and ran like there was no tomorrow. They were smart in running, but they ran into a trap. They accidently activated the trip wire, and out of the forest, came an orange cloud. within seconds, everyone was on the ground writhin in pain, as their own blood started to kill them from the inside out. As the last villager died, Eric smiled, and whispered into the fog "Good-bye world." The moment Eric took off his gas mask, he felt immense pain, he smiled as he collapsed and pressed a button. His hut blew up, and all the chemical, biological, and deadly gas rushed out, into the wind, which carried them all over the world. From Northrend to Lordaeron. Azeroth to Kalimdor. Every one died in a multitude of ways. Some melted, while others went insane. Some were killed bye themselves, and others writhed in pain for months until they died. Some lost important organs, and the others went undera deadly mutation, turning them into centaurs, Harpies, Tauren, Elves, Ogres, Satyr, Wildkin, Golems, Gnolls, Dragons, and a host of other creatures.

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Antoni Lee's story:

Party Secretary A, Kael Windrunner, was on a business trip for several weeks and when he came home he immeadiantly became sick. His wife, Shandris Windrunner feared that he might have caught some kind of disease on the business trip. Kael couldn't sleep, eat, or take a dump , but his stomach kept on growing wider and wider. Kael would scream every 15 or so minutes in pain and would throw up. This contined on for many days until his wife finnaly tok him to the hospital. Many doctors tried many medicines but none worked. The hospital called a foreign doctor, who was one of the best at his work, to see what was the problem. The doctor, Vol'jin, used many CAT scans to find out that a large metallic object was pinned against his anus and blocked him from taking a dump. It seemed that this upsetted the stomach and forced him to puke. After many furious discusions with Vol'Jin's associates, they decided to perform surgery. It took three whole days of hard labor to remove the object. When they pulled it out, it looked like a huge meat ball, except on the taste of course. Vol'JIn said that he would take the 'ball' back to his friends lab and see what it was. It was after several days when the doorbell rang. Kael opened the door and saw Vol'Jin holding a big chest.
"Hello? can i help you?" asked Kael.
"Yis Ah have examind yo ball," the foreign doctor said in a wierd accent.
"My ball?" Kael puzzled, as he glanced down at the front of his pants.
"Yis de win we took frim yo." Vol'Jin opened the chest to show a huge pearl, rarer than a diamond. It was tinted pink with specks of white all over.
"Dis pearl meh be woth several million dollars if yo ask meh"
Kael slowly lifted the pearl from the chest. His wife came to the door.
"Hey honey who is it? Whats taking you so long?" Sylvanas stared at the pearl with her mouh open.
"Is that yours?" His wife asked. Kael happily said to his wife.
"After i sell this thing maybe i won't have to work anymore."
His wife gave a playful cold look.
"Don't you dare.", then with a grin she added,"Who knows maybe in a few years you'll make another one." Laughing

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TheGunSlinger's story:

He sat there, in the rain, on the edge of the shadows. The city was mostly dark ,and he could see it all from his spot. He sighed to himself, gazing at the darkness. He had a strange feeling the darkness was returning the gaze.

He looked at the sky, but all he could see through the raindrops was more darkness. “Darkness around me, Darkness soround me, Darkness within me.” He wispered, and repeated, endlessly, tirelessly.

He was siting on top of a building, so high in the night, he could not even see the ground. His legs swung into the ambis below, into darkness below. He was not afraid of falling, because he wasn’t afraid of the darkness that waited him if he fell. He knew there was no light on the end of the tunell. There is only darkness, isnt it so?

Lightning flashed breaking the darkness for a moment. And there was nothing behind him. Lightning flashed again. Behind him stood a man, dark as the night. Despite not seeing the man, he knew he was there. It was obvious.

“Isnt it beautiful?” he said spreading his hands, raising them towoards the sky “It is flawless, undisturbed, and it consumes all. Isnt it beautiful?” he repeated his question.

“Maybe to you.” The man responded “But not to me.”

“That’s alright. I still think its beutifull.” He repeated it once again, not as phrase, or a repetive ideal, but always as a new thought that was the same one. Because he truly belived it.

“You can fall if you are not carefull.” Said the man, more as a threath than a warning.

“Ah! But I am carefull. Unlike some.” He responded, joyfully, with a strange tone to his voice. He was mocking the man, what was not obvious to anyone but the two of them. But, there was noone there except them.

“Yes. People who are not carefull get hurt.” The man said, and sighed “Most people are afraid of the dark.” He continued, taking on a diferent attitude “How come you arent?”

“Who said I wasn’t afraid of the dark?” he responded with a question “I am afraid, but I have learned to acept that fear. If you acept the fear, it becomes a part of you, and it is no longer something strange. And since darkness is a part of me, I had to learn to acept the fear.”

“But if darkness is a part of you, that means you are afraid of yourself.” The man reasoned.

“Ah yes! Ofcourse I am afraid of myself!” he paused significantly. The clothes on him was already soaked, and his hair aswell, but he didn’t care. It was trivial. He then continued with a different tone “The darkness is within every man, and in the end, every man is afraid of himself. But it is not the same darkness that we carry, no. Each man has the darkness within him, unique to himself and none other. And there is the darkness around us, the one that we think we are afraid of, but we do not realise that that darkness is nothing other than a reflection of the darkness that lies inside of us, the one that we are realy afraid of.”

“Darkness is nothing more than the absence of light.” Said the man, standing firmly with his two legs on the ground. The ground that seamed to crumble under them.

“But that is where you are wrong. You may shed light on the darkness, but, in the end darkness always returns. It never disapeares, it only hides in the corners, lurking until the light retreates. The light can never last forever. But darknes...its eternal.” he pointed at a pot in the darkness infront of him “This...this was always there. Light was created, darkness was there before it, perfect and untouched, before light ever came to be.”

“Light was created to bring order to the chaos.” Said the man, steady and cold like a brick wall.

“Was it?” he chalnged the mans stand easily “Darkness was in perfect order, and light brought only disorder.” His eyes were frozen, gazing at the darkness, and he closed them, gazing at the darkness still, the darkness within “But now, there is no way to undo it all. It has been done long ago.” He sighed, and a lightning craked the sky open “Like many other things.”

“Yes. And that’s why I came here.” The man said “You know who I am. I know who you are. Since the dawn of time, things have been the way they are. You tried to change it. You tried to change the unchangable. And I came to put a stop to your doings Lucifer.”

“No Micheal, that is where you are wrong.” He said, while getting up from the edge, and then turning around to face the man behind him. He opened his eyes “I only tried bring things into the state they were in, before He brought light into the darkness. Am I the one that is doing something wrong here? Or am I the one who is right?”

“You say darkness is in all of us....and if darkness is al around us as well...what will stop the darkness from breaking loose? Nothing. That’s why the light is there. To restrain the darkness, to stop it from consuming all.” As Michael spoke, the rain stoped “And if there is only darkness...perfect and it eternal...isnt it boring? What good is something withouth its oposite side? You never understood Him. He doesn’t want light to abolish all darkness. He made light as a counter to darkness. He made life as a counter to death. Love opposed to Hate. Hapiness oposed to Sorrow.”

As he talked, the sun started to raise behind him, light spilled acros the sky, darkness still lurking behind Lucifer.
As Michael took out his flaming sword, his white wings erupted from his back, as well as Lucifers from his.

“I know what you must do Michael. So do it now. Withouth delay.” Said Lucifer clamly, while bowing his head, preparing for the strike. But it wasn’t what he expected.
The swing of Michaels sword did not cut Lucifers head, but rather, his wings. They fell to the ground, and burned to ashes.

“Now...you are no longer the angel Lucifer. You are no more than a mere mortal. Make use of it. Take a look at the light and darkness from below where the tides of life, and the winds of destiny will lash acros you, rather than looking at it from the top of your tower. And then, you will see...”
And with those words, Michael left, leaving Lucifer to his fate....

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Jocafer's story:

"He called me 'cheap'.", Lorainne wept.

Nighttime.
Carl tried to comfort Lorainne. There was a bad confrontation before the two had met up and talked. Her ex-boyfriend called her 'cheap' moments ago. An undeniably rude comment. Carl, as a friend, thought it best they should sit down and talk about it. They decided to settle down a bench nearby the park. He persuaded her to talk more about it.

"We were just joking around while playing a game.", Lorainne forced herself to talk besides the hurt she's been feeling. "He said if he won against me, I'll be his girlfriend again."

"I said I don't like those kinds of things. I don't wanna be a BET!", she continued.

"What did he say?", Carl asked.

"He said...", Lorainne sniffed.
"...he said I LOOK LIKE I AM!", she put her head down and cried aloud.

"Oh...", Carl did not know what to say. He put his arm to her back to comfort her.

"Maybe he just meant that as 'you're worth another try', right?", Carl thought.

"No, he's not.", Lorainne replied.

"Oh...", Carl muttered.

A few moments later.

"Do you...do you think I look 'cheap'?", Lorainne asked as she wiped a tear. Still head down.

"Of course not!", Carl exclaimed.

"..."

"You very know well that what your ex said wasn't true.", he added.

"..."

"Don't mind him, he's a fool to tell you that. Forget about it.", he finally said.

"..."
"hehe, thanks...", Lorainne said. She wiped another tear and forced a smile.

A silent pause.

"..."
"Personally, I think you're much more than what you think.", Carl thought and said.

"What makes you think that?", Lorainne sniffed. She looked up at him.

"Think of it this way. We've only met by accident, on that right day at the right time my classmate borrowed my cellphone and I met you because of it, and look now after two years and we're still good friends to each other, I've known more about you than any other friend I've longer had.", Carl said.

"I myself, I can't even tell you how much you can be in the future.", he added.

"..."
"I'm so lucky I knew you. I'd never regret having you as a friend. You're a good talker.", Lorainne said. They both laughed.

"Hehe, thanks, really. You really know how to make me feel better.", Lorainne added as she wiped another tear and smiled.

"No problem.", Carl said. He grinned.

Another silent pause.
10:30pm

"My, look at the time, We'd better get you home.", Carl said as he stood up from the bench.

The two chatted more about random things as they walked home that night.

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11:26pm
The two reached Lorainne's house' front steps.

"Well, goodnight.", Carl smiled.

"You too.", Lorainne returned the smile and she walked away.
She stopped, turned around and thought of something.

"You know what, the girl you're gonna love one day would be a very lucky girl...", she added. She grinned, had her back again to Carl and walked away.

"..."
"I wish it would be you.", Carl said.

Lorainne stopped. She bowed her head.

"I wish it would be you.", Carl said again.

"So, not only the girl would be lucky...

...also me."

Lorainne turned and faced Carl.
They hugged.

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varunshenoyg's story

Procastination 101

He was late.. Again! This time it was for the college bus- Darn, missed by a minute! And its not like he woke up late or something, for he was an early bird. Waking up at 5 am was common for him and yet missing the college bus? One of life's great mysteries indeed..

Ever heard the joke about a subject called Procrastination 101 where the teacher comes 15 mins late to the class only to tell they will do something the next day?? This was life for him. His name was Frederick Stevens and he resided in India: Strange name you may ask? Well not really if you know that Goa has a lot of foreign nationals who came here for a tour fell in love with the place and decided to settle in this lovely place, modern yet secluded and beautiful.

But enough for that, we arent here to study history which by the way Fred was pretty good at. In fact he was good at nearly everything academic, nothing less than top 2 would he settle for. This had a down-side of course, he was termed a "nerd" and a "geek", one who preferred to spend his free time reading and on the computer rather than hanging out in clubs and dating girls.

Whats that you day? I am deviating from the story again?? Darn.. You will have to excuse me, I seem to have a love for carrying on talking incessantly. Just like Fred too! Quite a few good points he had except for one flaw- Procrastination.. He left everything for the last possible day. His slogan was not "Do today what you can do tomorrow" but rather "Why do it tomorrow when you can do it next week??"

Needless to say this was not good for him. But somehow he always managed to do everything by the deadline, relaxing as a sloth was what he enjoyed because he knew he could finish in a day what others took weeks to complete. Somehow this knowledge gave him an ego the size of Mount Everest but he said to himself "I know I have a huge ego, but then I realise it so it makes no harm to me".

Well as it turns out, it DID do some harm to him. With time, he grew secluded thinking there were very few people worthy of his company. He spent most of his time in his room reading technical papers, or in the lab experimenting to get some new results with the project he was currently involved in. For pleasure, he played games but again on the computer. It was such that he played with an obsession to win rather than to enjoy the experience.

With time he lost interest in games and his project work was done, it was a huge success but that was no surprise given the hours he put into it. So here he was, ready to submit the results of the project as his thesis to the college and Procrastination 101 hit again: Turned out he had 2 weeks to go before the deadline was up. So he decided to work on something else that grabbed his attention and went about it with no attention to time.

Of course he had no real friends so no one cared enough to notice he had failed to submit the thesis- Yes, thats what I said: He FAILED to fulfill the deadline for the first time ever and only realised it when he got a mail with the grade "F" in dark red against thesis project mailed to his home. I should probably inform you that this made him lose an year of studies, and in this time he was at a total loss for there was nothing to do!!

During one of his mindless walks to the city museum, he heard a noise. It was coming from the park. He walked over to see that a few kids were trying to make a model aircraft fly but simply were unable to. As he watched them struggling in vain, he spontaneously decided to go help them. For yet unknown reasons, this moment changed his life entirely. He smiled when he saw the joy he had brought to the faces of those youngsters by making the aircraft work. Till now his work had no significance but this simple act was worth a lot more to him.

On the spur he decided to help out others with his technical expertise and that was it: He now runs a Consultancy centre where he makes his living by helping out others. He is yet to meet a lady friend but there is time enough for that: Just dont PROCRASTINATE

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The people we have lost...and the dreams that have faded...never forget them...
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