Juicifiction

An ever unfolding tale of blood, juice... And mongoose.

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Chapter 27 - Sambhar-dy save me!

Chapter 27 – Sambhar-dy save me!

Nikash’s screams echoed in the dark basement which smelled of mould. The walls were rugged enough to scrape one’s skin off and the ceiling was painted black. There was hardly any furniture in the room barring an executive table and a chair at the centre. Nikash heard a clanging sound followed by footsteps notifying him that his tormentor was on her way.  He struggled futilely to break from his…

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Chapter 26 - Part 2 - Unlimited Talktime

Chapter 26 – Part 2 – Unlimited Talktime

My God, does he never stop talking?  Jake asked himself as Ozzy droned his dry druidic drawl. “An’ so… If anyone asks which cycle it is, I can tell them, ‘It’s a men’s Trual cycle,’” said Ozzy, laughing raucously. “Oh, for fuck’s…” Jake lost it and, flinging a mug full of cigarette stubs at Ozzy’s head, charging at him and, grabbing him by the collar, spoke in the most menacing voice he could…

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Chapter 26 - Part 1 - Unlimited Talktime

Chapter 26 – Part 1 – Unlimited Talktime

The hall was clean and exuded an aura of cosiness. A plethora of ashtrays, lighters and cigarette packs adorned every flat surface in the room, and all sorts of videogame consoles lay strewn across the floor, making it painfully obvious that this was a house for bachelors in that phase of their life when their celebration of bachelorhood is particularly festive and belligerent. Behind this…

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Chapter 25 - Fingah-ratively Speaking

Chapter 25 – Fingah-ratively Speaking

Jake Pullman gunned his Vespa through the empty roads of Bangalore city with ease, switching lanes at random. The traffic lights, passing like shooting stars across the fibreglass of his helmet, didn’t seem to matter at that hour. Watashiwa Yogisan sat silent, clutching onto the small handgrip behind him, and lowered his head in an attempt to hide his face from the chilling air that was lashing…

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Chapter 24 - Poetry in Commotion

Chapter 24 – Poetry in Commotion

Watashiwa’s Second Battle Doom. Doom. Doom, alas, was to be their fate, A de-sinewed arm, a severed pate, A brief tryst with the Noblest of Steel. Blood gushed forth, nerves split asunder, Lightning scorched, loud roared the thunder Corpses lay sprawling, all congealed. Fair-haired-death beckons you, Peasants, Oblivion, nothingness, all befitting presents For insignificant, crawling vermin thee.…

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Chapter 22 - Verbal Joust with Dr. Faust

Chapter 22 – Verbal Joust with Dr. Faust

Clumsy, clumsy oafs. Watashiwa walked down 60-feet road. But unless he crossed your eyeline, you would have no inkling he was there. His lithe frame made hardly a sound as he glided over the paved pathway, a flitting shadow betwixt the trees. Clumsy, clumsy, clumsy. He was being followed, and what made it worse, and all the more insulting to Watashiwa’s intelligence, was that he was being…

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Chapter - 22 - Warning Sickness

Chapter – 22 – Warning Sickness

In the dead night, Dolphin lay in a dream without light. Then she saw the young moon rising; under its thin light she saw trees on either side of her path. Tall, black trees that seemed to reach the stars. She followed the path, broken branches crunching beneath her feet. A thick fog seeped in from the west and drowned the entire forest. Sharp thorns tore through her skin as she desperately…

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Bring Your Daughter to the Slaughter

Bring Your Daughter to the Slaughter

Sculpin walked the streets in a daze, trying to make sense of the barrage of news she had been subjected to for the past few days. She had always been wary of her father’s company and their underhanded dealings. She had been opposed to genetic modification from the very beginning. It was morally wrong. “Typical bourgeois mentality,” she thought, contemptuously, not paying heed to the fact that…

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Chapter 20 - In Two Minds About It

Chapter 20 – In Two Minds About It

Mr. Pepono’s face turned white upon hearing about his daughter. He nervously moved to his arm chair and sat opposite Jake who was now rolling a cigarette. An awkward silence ensued after the revelation of the existence of Pepono’s second daughter. He stared at Jake patiently with his fish eyes, trying to hold back his anger. Jake finally broke the silence.   “So, the obvious question is, ‘How did…

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Chapter 19 - Ja-panic Attack

Chapter 19 – Ja-panic Attack

The bookstore keeper reached for his clock wedged between stacks of new books on his counter. Realizing it was late, he struggled up from his chair and walked through the aisles to the far end of the old, dark bookstore. There could only be one customer at that time and he knew where he would find her. On the mustard-colored sofa by the window he found Iniidae Pepono Akamatsu. A beautiful woman…

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Stand-off

Jake felt lost, bewildered, abandoned. Nikash had vanished right under his nose and he felt acutely aware that the responsibility lay with him. He had dragged Nikash into this.   No, that’s not completely true. We were all in it before we ever knew anything was up.   But justify it as he might, Jake shuddered at the prospect of Nikash’s frail French sensibilities being abused by that leathered up…

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Chapter 17 - Submission Impossible

Chapter 17 – Submission Impossible

Nikash: My story, the one I am about to reveal, is one I haven’t shared with anyone. It isn’t just the account of an adventure or some sort of dramatic break up. This is about my life. My secrets. My desires. Things I wouldn’t tell my closest friends. I should probably start with my teenage years, when I was living in a house filled with people that didn’t understand me. I had wished I was born…

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Chapter 16 - Murmaiden

Chapter 16 – Murmaiden

Alarm on the phone increases in a crescendo and I panic. “I’m up, I’m up!” I hit the snooze button. Never liked the snooze button.   Must get ready. I take a shower, brush my teeth, take out my ironed black pants and polka collared shirt. Best pair of clothes for the day that matters. Must shine my shoes, I shine my shoes and then I shine them again.   Watch – check, belt – check, access card –…

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Chapter 15 - Part 2 - Bhatt Inda End, It Doesn't Even Matter

Chapter 15 – Part 2 – Bhatt Inda End, It Doesn’t Even Matter

Back in the basement of the building, Nikash found himself hanging spread-eagled in a contraption that held him suspended a few feet above the ground. The television broadcast of the findings of the scientific community had just concluded, and the television flickered off, seemingly of its own accord, plunging the room into darkness. “Hello? Is anyone there?” Nikash asked. “I need food, water,…

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Bhatt Inda End, It Doesn't Even Matter

Bhatt Inda End, It Doesn’t Even Matter

  Excerpt from Nature Reviews Molecular Cell Biology: “The Global Science Committee heard reports, amid chaotic scenes, in an astonishing convention held at Darwin Academy, Berlin, that all preconceived notions about the limitations of evolutionary biology had been shattered by two pioneering science conglomerate firms from India. The findings had been repeatedly tested over the past decade,…

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Chapter 14 - Stockholm Awaits

Chapter 14 – Stockholm Awaits

“No, Jake, you’ve gone too far. What have you gotten yourself into?” Nikash asked, lighting a cigarette with trembling fingers. “This has got to stop.” “You don’t understand. This goes way back. We’ve been in this longer than we think. You as well, I’m sure.” “What do you mean?” Jake told Nikash the story of his meeting with a strange woman in Goa and its connection with the biohazard case.…

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Fa-fetched Replacement

Back in the city with no name, Bangalore, Fa Chef was in the midst of bleeding the lifeblood of a watermelon into the blender with grim, morbid pleasure. The morning had not gone well for him, and so he made sure the afternoon would go worse for the watermelon, thus perpetuating the cycle of abuse. He made sure he cut the watermelon cubes extra small, making every individual piece a masterpiece.…

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