The Untitled Story

*This article was written under controlled environment. Any resemblance to those popular or in the grave is completely a blunder of the plagiarizer.*

It is very important that one ends one’s story properly. It should end in such a way that the reader should feel that it was really a good ending to a good story. The reader should be unable to guess how the story is going to finish, it must be a complete twist.  One of the most common (personally one of the worst) ways to end a story is “blah blah blah blah…Blah blah blah and then I woke up from my sleep. It was all a blah blah blah”

Here is another story which ends in the same note. It is narrated by a very eccentric and well-settled thief who later became a lawyer though.

“ It was a dark and stormy night. I was, if my memory doesn’t fail me, heavily drunk. I usually drink, but that night I crossed my usual limits. This I had to do to get mental toughness and physical endurance owing to the fact that I had to burgle my neighbour’s house that very night. The reason behind this illegal act was that 35 years ago, the very same day, he had stolen my new 7cm long rubber-fitted-in-the-back-pencil. It would seem something absurd but pencils were too costly those days and my father couldn’t afford to buy each of my brothers a 7cm long rubber-fitted-in-the-back-pencil. And so, I had promised him that I would have my revenge. Now was the time…..

                I stood beside the huge wall with a fork and a spoon tightly placed between my jaws. I climbed the wall with quite some amount of dexterity and sat on it, watching the dark house, working out all the possibilities of my entrance into it. I thought I would knock at the main door and introduce myself as a salesman, but I ruled that out for I felt it is a sin to wake up people from their sleep. After 2 hours of diligent work by my brain, I decided that I would go through the backdoor. My watch showed 2A.M. and I jumped down from the wall. I had a great fall as nursery kids would describe, fortunately only on grass.

                I got up on my feet and looked around. The path leading to the backdoor on my right was blocked, I had to go past the main door, take a right turn, go straight and reach the backdoor. I started tiptoeing. I felt as if I was walking sideways. And Lo!!! I really was. I would walk horizontally right  and the next moment horizontally left. When I reached the main door which was just some feet from my starting position, it had already struck 3. I tripped over an uncared for brick and fell down sideways.

………      …………   ……….. I woke up from my sleep. A house stood in front of me. It was an exact replica of my own house. There came an ugly woman from inside. To my surprise, she too was an exact replica of my own wife. For the matter of fact she was my wife, that was my house and I was lying down in front of my own main door. I could sense danger coming my way. She was pretty angry and asked me what I was doing all the night. I took the fork in my right hand, the spoon in my left and said “I was just waiting for noodles to be served.””