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Thursday Stories 2.4.20 from Agnimalya Shoptly

I will go serially, book-wise, today’s piece is from Agnimalya 1: The attic

Agnimalya Book 1 the attic

The protest

“Don’t you dare hurt her!” Sima screamed, oblivious of what he might do to her. He glared at her. His eyes were burning like ember in darkness of her prison cell. Then he crumbled into pieces, as if someone has struck an invisible hammer to a mirror and the reflections it was holding were shattered. Then he vanished.

Sima turned to face her, a young girl barely seventeen or eighteen years old, wearing a white frock with pink prints.

“Thanks!” she whispered before slowly melting away into the air.

“Who were you shouting at cuckoo?” a taunting voice startled Sima. She turned and looked at the guard peeping inside the cell, looking all around.

“Your ghost cellmates?”

Sima ignored her and sat down on her bed, exhausted.

The guard walked away rattling her stick on the cell doors.

Sima was not expecting this when she was transferred to this jail. She was not a saint, she worked with a gang that drugged and looted passengers, and often the passengers were harmed by overdose, some ended up in psychiatric care some in morgue.

She was the sweet, innocent thirty five years old woman who looked barely twenty two. So when she offered someone a sweet or a cup of tea from her own flask … well, they were seldom refused.

They were caught and prosecuted.

She got life sentence, two life sentences to be served simultaneously without parole. That meant she will spend the rest of her life in this jail or some other jail!

It started on the very first night.

She woke up in the middle of night. Someone was talking in her cell, a girl.

“You monster! You evil monster you thought that if you will kill my family and my fiancé I will fall in love with you? I will take that monstrosity as a sign of love?”

She opened her eyes and saw them. Her fear paralyzed body prevented her from screaming. She laid there staring.

They were ghosts! There was no doubt about that! There was enough light in the cell, they did not turn all lights off even in night, in this section where lifers and death row inmates were lodged.

She could see through them, from the very first night.

The girl was standing defiantly, facing the young man with a shotgun in his hand. His clothes were soaked in blood.

He grabbed her hair. “I don’t care what you think! You are going to marry me!” He growled, “The priest is waiting in the temple.”

A scuffle started, the gun changed hands and the girl shot herself.
Then they both vanished.

She screamed with all her might. The guards came running.

“What happened?” The guard growled from outside the door, without opening it.

“G…G… Ghost!” Sima stuttered.

“Where?” came the taunting reply.

“It’s gone now!” Sima whimpered.

“Call me when they are back!” the guard stomped away.

Her request to change her cell was bluntly refused.

“You are not a royal guest here! We will decide where to put you. Maybe it is your deeds that are catching up with you! Those you killed are settling their scores.” The warden told her coldly.

Then it became nightly affair. Every night the same scene!

Finally she could take it no more and intervened.

Next night she could not sleep, the hour of haunting came and passed away nothing happened. None of the specters appeared, dawn showed up at due time.

They never returned again.

I know many of you are already thinking that most of my posts in my blogs are my old works, years old quite often. Where are my new works? Have I stopped writing new ones?

Well I am still writing and painting as enthusiastically as before. But these days they are channeled into four other platforms- my annual republished kindle books ( -they devour quite a huge no. of stories and poems every year. Quite a lot!

my bookstore in shoptly ( Another section goes to my shoptly bookstore, here I not only publish my monthly Ezines Agnijaat and Agnishatdal I also publish a set of books of poetry and story. They are quite merrily illustrated and are available as pdf files. Yes you can read them perfectly in your cellular phone and of course in computer.

My twin Ezines Agnijaat and Agnishatdal (both English, monthlies) don’t feature much stories or poems but publish all my new essays and articles and again, truckload of illustrations.

and my patreon profile ( This one again contains bunch of stories, poems and they almost always are illustrated. If not then the stories are very long and of the type that can’t be illustrated.

I have been so stuck up with my creations that I have ignored my blogs and other social media profiles since 2015 I believe. So, if you enjoyed my works quite amply then I think it is high time that I bring you up to date, to share what I am creating these days and how can you get them!

It will be a lengthy affair, so have patience. I will be updating you about my four years of hyperactive creativity!

I have started with Patreon’s works since April 2019. It is sort of my launch-pad to make my creativity actually become my career. So since creating my profile there I have been updating 5 works each month, two are the Ezines, the remaining three are writing and paintings. Works my blogger friends thoroughly enjoyed. Stories and poems with ample amount of illustrations!

Anyone who becomes my patron there can chose from few tiers-

You can check them from my profile-

The next set of works will be from my store in I have created this store because it gives me lot more freedom than other platforms do. I can pick up the formatting and decide how many pictures I will add and in what size. Nothing meddles with them. So I sort of love this platform. You will see dozens of books here, you can directly buy them from shoptly or buy them from me via paypal- [don’t forget to drop me a line @ after paying in paypal so I can send you the pdf file {all these books cost $1.00


A bookworm transformed into an addicted writer. I love to write and illustrate them myself. By love I mean love, no half-hearted relationship, a full-fledged, passionate love, I can’t pass two days in a stretch without writing/painting (cyber), just feel empty like lovers do when their lovers are away on a tour! Even though I am thoroughly enjoying self-publishing with amazon, but if you like my work and want to publish my works in your magazine, books or better if you want to publish a book of my works please make me very happy by contacting me. Or if you want to sell my works on commission basis only!! contact me, I will be quite relieved. Honestly writing and selling your own work is a very BORING combination. So you are more than welcome! Mail me, or go to- I have one too many blogs, so... just pick up the one you love best from here: (You will get the link to my remaining blogs there) or you can check out my ezines- monthly- And linkedin- [Invite me from your linkedin a/c] my email id and I am in goodreads and completelynovel too I guess I said enough about myself, right? You will forget if I stuff too much here, so if you are curious to know this humble creature just join me in my blogs :)

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