murder mystery mansion

inspiration from conversation.


so once upon a time, in a time when people knew magic existed but were slowly forgetting how to use it, there lived a young boy. well i suppose you could call him a young man; but he liked to think himself still a boy. anyways, this young boy was troubled by his life. by the daily grine. and the confusing way the whole world was, and worked and most of all he was troubled by the fact he was always thinking. he was thinking about troubling things, and thinking why they troubled him , and thinking why he was troubled, and that troubled him even more. and from all this troubling musings, the boy's nights were haunted with the most strangest of dreams. and dont let me get started on how strange the dreams were. and what they did to the boy kid's already messed up mind.... the boy had enough.


so one day, he decided, he was gonna stop dreaming. and he would also stop being awake. he was gonna start taking control of his life: by letting go. and once he decided that was what he wanted, the moon looked down on him and laughed. and he realised that the moon could laugh! so he laughed with the moon and deicded to tell it jokes. so he did that the whole night. and he never had a dream again. and for the rest of his life, he lived in a half asleep state, and life was beautiful. everywhere he went he was surrounded by magic and poetry, and people around him sang magical tunes that changed into colours and he realised, that there was nothing to be scared of anymore. and that he was happy. and he was sometimes sad. but he was happy that he was capable of being sad, for it meant he had emotions, and that was better anyday than being stoic and stoned. and he would laugh, and he would dream, and he would wish, like all little boys do.


so lived the young boy. then one day the mean lady came. and the mean lady took away all the magic and locked it behind a big black gate, and sent the boy to the mean boring place. and there the boy woke up. and he realised all the magic was gone, and that he couldnt dream anymore. and the boy stopped talking. and the boy didnt know what he was going to do. and there the boy stayed for months and months, and many many many weeks, until one day he found a pen.


"hello pen" the boy said.
but the pen didnt reply. the boy didnt react to it, for he had bcome sensible in the boring place, and educated and taught of how pens werent supposed to talk back.
but the boy wouldnt give up. so he took the pen and slapped it.
"didnt yopu learn manners! your supposed to reply when asked a question" for the boy also learnt manners in the boring place, and of chewing with one's mouth closed.
The boy slapped the pen again.
"gag!" finally the pen replied.



and the boy was content, and he went off with his pen, and using the pen he managed to write his own dreams, and escaped from the boring place. but then he realised he now had a mission. to save other people from other mean ladies and other broing places. so with his pen, he went around getting people to start to halfway-dream and escape their boring places. and he used his pen to free the magic from the black gates. and he went on his way. he and his pen. and thats their story.



and thats the story of my dream. or my lack of dream, should i say. i think its a true story. well on most counts, at least.


rishik Vijayadas Menon.