Moneylust, the cock was extremely busy today. Because this was the day for which he had waited a long-long time, and which seemed to him like eternity.
Today, he is going to marry Attraction, the daughter of Protection, the hen and Business, the big fat cock.
Protection and Business were also very busy. They were preparing attraction for the wedding.
However, Attraction was feeling all hot and restless inside but she was wise enough to hide those sensations within the deepest dungeons of her self.
For Moneylust, finally, his solitary dreams were over and at last, he could taste the nectar of her breasts and instead of tiring his hands in tasteless masturbation, he now could delight his penis in her soft and tight vagina.
For this day, Moneylust had worked very hard. He had done every type of wicked deed in the midst of his general good business. He had amassed money in great quantity by looting the poor and tricking the helpless ones. For, he saw that this was the only way in which the other great cocks had secured the most rich and the most beautiful breasts and vaginas.
Short story written by Parvez Ahmed on the on October 2, 2008. 'The Tepidarium' is a painting by Sir Lawrence Alma-Tadema (1836-1912).
Short Story - The Marriage of the Cock and the Hen
Short Story - The Lion and the Rabbit
Deep inside a dense jungle, a lion sat waiting for food. It was a week since he had anything. Now, today, it is a matter of life and death for him. The churning shrieks of his hungry stomach – he could bear no more.
And in that same jungle, a rabbit was running with the last few bits of energy in his body. The recent drought had gulped the rabbit’s food in the jungle and everyday he had to travel for miles to feed himself. Death lurked in the shadows of the trees and in each step he took but still, he could not stop. There is only one choice for him – either to face death or to die.
From morning till noon, and from noon to afternoon, and from afternoon to the time when the sky in the west became red, the lion kept on waiting for his food – for a prey – for a glimpse to the jewel of life – blood, and the hungry pangs of his stomach were unbearable – the pain of hunger – the pain of life – the pain of death; and the rabbit, his strides now were very slow due to the injury in his foot he got in the noon. His body felt like a mountain to him and the way in front – an open door into an empty interior.
And fate – the cruel, crooked, wicked witch flourished its merciless fingers. The rabbit was now in front of the lion.
Written by Parvez Ahmed on the 27th of October, 2008. 'The Lion with the Rabbit' is a painting by Eugene Delacroix.
Short Story - The Boy and the Apple
A poor boy who lived in Hailakandi worked at the house of a minister.
One day while sweeping the floors of the minister’s house, the poor boy saw the son of the minister eating an apple. Now, the rich color of the apple brought water in his mouth and he craved for a piece of it.
Instead of asking the minister’s son for the apple, the poor boy closed his eyes and imagined himself in an apple orchard. Then he plucked one of the best apples from the orchard and ate it. After that, he opened his eyes. He was contented and happy.
Short Story - The Mad Man and His Shadow
And he jumped to the right, stopped and looked downwards. No, it was still with him. This was maddening. He had been trying for hours now, to get rid of the strange anomaly that was following him but it was adamant, it followed him wherever he went.
He was exhausted and he decided to surrender to it.
‘Vile wretch – you will not let me live in peace – you will follow me wherever I go and vex me with your presence,’ this he declared to his adversary and then he sat there, the mad man in a corner outside his small hut and he fell asleep.
And when night arrived, he woke up. Suddenly he was exalted, the persistence nagger – it was there no more in the darkness and he was now free.
In The Faint Rays Of A Cold Moon
She was in the kitchen stirring the custard in a pan. It was for her 14-year-old womb’s fruit.
He adored his mother. Now, he comes near her.
She fondled his hair with her free hand.
He embraces her. He is his mother’s only child. The lone child of a divorced wife.
The cold night of a cold moon arrived. Mother and child both contented and happy, went to their bed. Quickly, they fall asleep.
After about an hour and a half of sleep, the boy had a dream.
And the dream was such -
He was sitting by the side of an ethereal stream. It was running down from a hill with vivacious and joyful sounds. Behind his back was a garden – a garden of rich colors. It was unlike any on earth.
And from the stream emerged a beauteous lady. She had a golden crown on her head. She was a queen. But her face was veiled with a thin silken screen with sharp symbols drawn on it.
And she walked to the garden. She plucked a heap of flowers. Then she came near him and kissed him on his lips.
He was warmed by the kiss. A kind of joy unknown to him ran through his veins.
And the queen made a bed with the flowers. They lay down on it – she on top of him.
Her eyes, as they met his, made him more joyous. They were so beautiful. But her face, he could not see nor did she removed her veil.
And when he tried to remove her veil, she stopped him. Then she gave him another kiss which filled him with more warmth.
Then she laid bare her breasts. The were small, supple and erect. She took them near to his mouth. He sucked her nipples. She made some ecstatic sounds which filled him with all the more warmth.
And when it was morning, she left him weak and starved. But as she was leaving him, her silken veil fell and the Queen was his…
At this moment, the boy’s sleep was broken. His body was very cold. The blanket that he and his mother wore had fallen down from their bodies. As he was putting on the blanket over her body, his eyes fell on her naked bosom. The strings of her nightgown had opened in her sleep. She was beautiful in the faint rays of the cold moon.
