Aryan's A-Z

A Single Blunder By Aryan Mukherjee A gentle hum echoed through the windows, The elephant rumbled along its path, Her riders smiled, expressions coated in sun rays, A lily blossom uncoiled its spathe. The children exclaimed, Their eyelids sent aflutter, “A bridge!” they cried, Their hearts warm as melted butter. A few hearty laughs arose, Their presence tinted with amicable aura, Oh innocence, how illuminating it can be, Just to be crushed, a dissipated beam of aurora. The lily blossom shuddered, A petal gently fell, Then another, and another, and another, and another, Until there were no more, just a spadix, whose comrades were sent to hell. The clouds made their entry, The light slowly subsided, A wail erupted from an elephant, Not ours though, this one’s misguided. I watched with curiosity, As we seemed to feel time slow, Then suddenly the car bombarded us, Our thumping heartbeats lost all tempo. Honk! Buzz! Crash! SCREECH! We tumbled out of sorts, The world warped round and knocked...

  The Legend of Taylor the Toothpick A single teardrop falls from my eyes as I remember the day Father died. It was one just like today, with the sun glistening in its ever-so prominent venue, as the sweat pouring down our faces could not be determined to be from heat, or frisson. We had spent years on our mechanism, a laser as big as the boulders behind our land, with a single blast potent enough to wipe out the entire civilization of humans. Now, as the sleek metal rim of our completed machine reflects back my skinny wooden frame, I think as though Father would be proud to have raised a toothpick the likes of myself. As the machine boots up, it bursts into cacophony so loud it could resemble the onslaught of a thousand birds at war. It was so loud, in fact, that I couldn’t hear the whir of a couple wheels approaching… CRASH ! My miniscule hut is toppled like the house of the less shrewd pigs, and two beastly claws of flesh and bone pinch themselves around my waist, dragging my da...