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100th Post - The Red Bloom

[This is my hundredth post. I thought about various things to write on and it got me nowhere. Hundreds of ideas wasted and lost. I was afraid I would become predictable. So if you think so too after you read this post, tell me so.]

The piercing shrill of the alarm jolted Karim out of his sleep. Fuck! The clock stood still at 7 AM. Bloody hell! It felt like he had just slept and now it was morning already. No more snoozing else the editor would have his ass for lunch!

Time to get up Karim...he remembered Shiren's sweet smile. But she was gone now. Good for her, the stupid cow. He thought. She had taken every single thing that would remind him of her. He had wanted it that way. So why was he thinking of her now? What was the point? No point. Waste of Time.

Time to get up mother fucker! But Karim could not get up. He suddenly felt weightless. His arms would not support him. It was 7 AM alright but it was pitch dark like the sun has forgotten to come by his window this morning.

The bedroom was eerily cold. But there was no breeze. It was the lull before the storm. Karim, you are dreaming. Get, up man! You got to get to work. His mind kept saying this to him but his body refused.  What is going on here?

Then he felt something cold, something so cold that his arms felt numb. It felt like whatever was holding him back had tentacles. They were holding his body tight. Poking into his flesh.

It hurt. It hurt very badly. That thing was penetrating into his shoulders now. He could see the thorns sticking out of the thing.

Sharp like pins and they shone in the darkness. Everywhere it touched him, that part became deathly cold and numb. The thing continued to wrap around him. Squeezing him. It was on his stomach now. 

Suddenly he felt something at his navel. The tentacled thing was poking him there, like trying to open a knot.

Soon his body was blue in a pool of red. His innards were hanging out. There were holes in his body. Small holes oozing blood. Black blood. All he could do was to lie there. His voice had left him.

When he looked around his room, it was covered with thorny stems. As the tentacles dug into him, wrapped around him, buds bloomed on the stems. He was aghast. And could only watch wide-eyed. Every time a bud bloomed, his body shrunk, the blood of the sheet disappeared bit by bit. Was this thing feeding on him?

His head was ringing and his doldrums resonated the sounds of the creeping tentacles. One by one, the thorny stems with red blooms left the wall. They clambered slowly towards his bed. One thick stem coming up from his foot and climbing through the middle. His skin felt loose as if it were a dried frail length of muslin. The creeper continued to rise and stopped right at his heart.

Karim could now see what the creeper was going to do. It dug into his heart and the thorns dug into the piece of flesh, tearing it out and then it rose erect as if showing Karim the now black organ.
In a jiffy, the creeper unwound itself from Karim's wasted body and made its way to the window. Karim watched in horror as the creeper flung his heart out of the window and climbed to the pot where Shireen had planted it. Slowly and slowly, the thorns were gone. The room was empty now and Karim's lifeless body lay on the bed.

The alarm rang again, jolting Karim out of his dream.

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