Sharmishtha Basu is an unemployed artist, writer who is out to test her works, eagerly looking for publishers, publicists, literary agents and huge hearted generous readers, to see if they can help her to build an “unorthodox” career, a path followed by many before, some has been blessed with success, most have not, let us see what you make of her attempts! A failure or success- it all depends on you. These are pieces from her book, the book is available on createspace and amazon- This book is of course a collection of fantasy stories, starting from ghosts, demons, aliens to fairies and mermaids.
The bridge of her dreams
“We created you.” The creature said. Its voice was not audible to ears, it rang in his head.
He was standing inside the strange ruin that the locals said was the home of the “creators”. The creators who had created human race! That is what the elders have told him.
He was the first one to enter these ruins after thousands of years, it was hundreds of meters under the ocean, the submarines might have missed it because it was totally submerged under sea weeds, actually it was his complete confident on the map that made him maneuver his small sub through the tunnel, he was ready to die if he had to. But he did not, the tunnel ended in a hall, the temple or home was still quite intact, one may feel that those weeds were grown as a disguise but by whom?
His question was answered instantly.
There was a table in the center of the main room, with chairs around it, right in front of his eyes a humanoid figure started to form, sitting on the head chair, it was made of pure white light, soft like a pearl, very beautiful. Then it created a telepathic connection with his brain and started to speak.
“We love to create life and watch them grow. When we get bored we terminate them and move on.”
“Our one second is equivalent to your millennium.”
“When we got bored with earth we programmed it for termination and moved on. Now it all depends on you whether you will keep it or blow it away. We don’t care anymore. We are busy elsewhere.”
“Where is that terminator?” he asked “how can we stop it?”
“You human beings are terminators. You will have to stop yourself.”
“How?” he asked to the disappearing form, did not get any reply.