Random thoughts

A piece of writing I wrote a while back for fun in response to a prompt in a Writer's Facebook group I belong to: Deepak Patel held the hand of his six-year-old daughter as they crossed the road. It was her birthday and her treat was a Mango Lassi at Saanvi’s Cafe. He didn’t see the car crawling slowly along behind him, he didn’t see the arm appear from the window nor the gun pointed at his head. His daughter screamed as the gunman blasted the contents of the gun at her father. He winced as the impact struck his face. Surprised, he was still breathing, he stuck a finger to his face peeling some of the substance off. He stuck the finger in his mouth. 'Hmm, fresh Cream. Delicious.’ 'Cut! barked a voice,' You’ve been captured on ‘McVie’s Owned: ‘YouTube’s most highly rated channel.’ Congratulations,' smiled the owner of the voice. Deepak Patel laughed partly in relief. His daughter, not fully comprehending, joined in. Breaking the fourth wall, Deepak Patel addressed t...

  The three children pressed their faces to the window. Behind them the room was so dark their pale faces were highlighted by the streetlamps as if they were three French mime artists. They looked mournfully at the empty streets full of self-pity believing they would never be free again. As they looked, swirls of Mist coalesced behind them forming into a hideous figure with brawny arms and a wolf like visage.   The children whimpered as they felt the harsh breath on their necks.   The chainsaw-like growl turned their bowels to ice.   Anticipating the end, the three sank to their knees. The outside door exploded into splinters as a red robed figure burst into the room.   Before the malevolent figure had time to react, the Cigar chomping red robed interloper fired his Bazooka square at him. The children shook as one, as the blood covered them like a Tsunami. The red robed figure spotted a fridge in the corner of the room.   He fished out a beer, cra...