Spinner Of Yarns

  STEEMIT My life was in shambles. The Great Recession had taken everything from me. I was laid off from my job. The small business I ran on the side went belly up. My girlfriend of over a year, with whom I had begun to envision a future, dumped me. Mainly because of my grim financial situation. I couldn't pay back my loans, and lost my apartment. I also had to sell my car and was forced to move into a tiny studio apartment in a sketchy part of town. In just a few months my life had been flushed down the toilet. I couldn't believe things could get so bad. I was able to find a job that paid just enough for me to survive. Every day, I woke up, maybe ate breakfast, went to work, finished my shift, went home, had something to eat and went to sleep. For the first few months, I just existed this way like a zombie. Then the anger began to surface. I was passed off almost all the time. I was angry at life. At the economy. At the woman I thought I loved. Soon enough anger turned to...

I awoke from a deep sleep to the ringing of my cell phone. It was my father's best friend. I had a sinking feeling in my heart as I answered. This close friend of our family would not be calling me at two in the morning if everything was fine. Even before he spoke, I had a hunch this had to do with our father. I was right. Our father had taken his own life. I honestly hadn't expected this. Even after the last conversation I had with him. To me, he seemed more like the type who would leave the country, try to disappear forever. Even assume a new identity. But suicide? That just didn't seem like the route he would take. I suppose I never really knew him at all. Unsurprising, if you ask me, as he had managed to deceive me and our family for so long. I went to our family home the very next morning. I put my arms around my seventeen year old brother and held him as he cried. We called all our relatives, performed our father's last rites, and held the family gathering afterwa...

Diya's Nana Ji, or maternal grandfather, had lived a happy and fulfilling life. A successful career, a happy marriage, loving children and loyal friends - he had it all. Though his passing at eighty-one years of age  had certainly been a cause of sadness for his loved ones, it brought none of the agony and regret that often comes with an early demise. The old man had remembered all his friends and family in his will. Diya, the twenty year old college student, had received a handsome sum of money and a cabin in the woods.  Nana Ji knew what this cabin meant to Diya. It was her favourite vacation spot as a child. She had the most wonderful memories of visiting the place with her grandfather and cousins, of playing by the lake and watching goats and sheep graze at the edge of the woods or in the postures nearby. More importantly, the canine representated the bond she shared with her loving Nana Ji. So he had left it to her, with a request that she take good care of it. The cabin...

  It was less than a year ago that I first saw her at a party. Akira. A tall, strong, brilliant, feisty, fiery woman. She was beautiful to the point that it would take my breath away if I stared at her for too long. My best friend, Ryan introduced her to me. I would have tried to overcome my shyness and at least considered asking her out, if only he hadn’t introduced her as his new girlfriend. I knew then that I would never have her. First of all, because a woman like her was clearly out of my league, as she dwarfed me in every department that counts. Second of all, her lover was my best friend, a man who had been more of a brother to me than a friend. Plus he was her equal in all things. A King worthy of a Queen. I never stood a chance. So, I decided to admire her from a distance. I would steal glances of Akira’s lovely face when no one was looking. If she ever asked me to hand her something I’d make sure our fingers would touch. I had to be careful though. I couldn’t let her ev...

 Until a month ago, my life was perfect. I was a regular dude bro who banged pussy (and more) left and right. I had no problems and a bitch certainly wasn’t one. But then I met  her . I met her in a bar. She was the hottest chick there that night. Average height, slim waist and a great rack. I could tell she was younger than me. Probably like early 20s. She looked like this was the first time she was in a bar. She seemed nervous and gave off a submissive vibe. Perfect. That’s exactly the kind of girls I like. Submissive and agreeable. Way better to work than those “StRoNg aNd InDePeNdEnT” bitches. I approached her, threw the usual lines at her and she and I ended up going to my place. What followed was a night of hot hot HOT sex. For someone who looked so innocent, she was pretty freaky in the sack. The next morning, she woke me up with a kiss. This is when I usually tell bitches to get lost, but she was so malleable and clearly wanted to please me. I decided to keep her aro...

Since the day I was born, something has been following me. This thing cannot be seen, nor felt, nor heard. Only it’s effects are visible by me. And me alone. My parents often joke about how when I was a kid, my presence was a jinx to light bulbs. When they first brought me home and placed me in my crib, the light bulb in that room went out. It had been functioning perfectly fine earlier, but hours after I came in, it went out. What’s really strange is that when they installed the same bulb in a different room, it lit up instantly. Something similar happened with candles. Once, during a blackout, our family placed candles in various rooms. The candle placed in my room kept getting put out, as if by an invisible rapid hand movement. Though these occurrences were strange, they weren’t frequent enough to set off any alarm bells for my parents and siblings. At least not for as long as I was a child. When I moved into my college dorm, the entity’s intentions became much more clear....

I was really looking forward to visiting the Kurseong hill station in India. My friends Arjun, Sunita, Vijay and I had been planning this trip for quite some time. We had heard all about the haunted Dow Hill forest and wanted to see it for ourselves. Being the city dwellers we were, we made fun of the local superstitions and beliefs associated with that place and assumed that it was probably harmless. Just a spooky looking forest that had earned a bad reputation due to the overactive imagination of human beings. The myth that intrigued me the most was about the apparition of a headless child in Dow Hill forest. The local legend was that when walking along the path in the woods at night, you would sense a presence right behind you. But you mustn’t turn around. Because if you do, you would see the aforementioned headless child. And once you had seen him, your fate would be sealed. If you didn’t die of fright right there, this headless child would follow you for the rest of your life. I...