Parody Post

PROLOGUE It was nearing midnight. Jorganso didn't like the way things had gone. Their attack had failed, and to make the matter worse, he had lost his way in the dark, baleful forest with silence so loud that it disquieted him.   He was the only one who had survived the retaliatory attack full of vehemence and gore, but thankfully he still had the special delivery with him: the package that would have changed the course of the battle—if they had gotten the chance of using it. But they didn’t, and now the thing inside his red backpack was his highest priority.    “I'll have to take it back into the city,” Jorganso told himself as he hurried through damp, mist-covered floor, his eyes squinting in darkness.    He fumbled around the trunk of a vast tree, which suddenly loomed out of darkness, narrowly dodged its low hanging branch, stumbled over its gnarled root, lost his balance, somehow stopped the fall and resumed his run. The forest was cloaked in fog, and hence he was fi

Anyone can write stories, but very few can write stories worth reading. Writing is a skill that can be learned and earned, but only through sheer hard work and passion. A good story is something that lets people slip into someone else’s mind. It’s something that lets them swim through the ocean of human conscience, allows them to ride on a rollercoaster of emotions, shows them that life is meaningless and yet can have a meaning, and assure them that they are not alone and that in the end, everything will be okay, it always is. 

Everyone wants to start a blog, yet most of them fail to make some time to write one. In our fast moving modern world, the free time has become a thing of the past, a myth. There are emails to write, clients to meet, birthdays to attend, and no time to follow your hobby, no time to work on the blog you always dreamed of beginning.  But all hope is not lost, you can still start that blog, all you need to the learn is the craft of creating a detailed blog really quick. So, how can you write a blog within an hour or so? Well, the answer is actually easy: You need to understand the subject matter well even before starting the blog. If you don't know what you are writing on, it will take aeons to complete it.  The reason for this procrastination. That's every blogger's biggest enemy, the monster that prevents you from utilizing the time at hand. The more you are oblivious to the subject of the blog, the more likely you will spend your time procrastinating. So, before sta

Note: Rao is taking the dragon squad entrance exam. The fight is being played in a closed arena. And Niso is an elf-lady.  Chapter 11: The Goldilocks 1 "Okay," Niso said and the platform floated upward, "Let the fight began." With her voice ringing in their heads, Rao and Mark bolted toward each other, starting to shower each other with punches and kicks. Niso just watched them from her floating platform, the two dragon guards beside her taking notes. "Today is your bad day," Mark said after ramming his fist into Rao's gut. Rao grimaced. "I don't think so," he said and grabbed Mark's arm and himself started falling backwards.  This one for making my school life a hell. "What the.." Mark was lifted off the ground and was hurled into the air, the arena revolving around him. And suddenly, his back hit the hard, stone floor and all the wind ran out of his lungs. "These kids are fighting like enemies,&quo

The smell of fresh paint lingered in the air and it brought a smile on the face of a girl, who stood amidst the vacant room. This girl was twenty-five and her name was Radhika. The smile didn't radiate smugness. Instead, it represented ruefulness and sorrow mixed with peace. She walked over to a window from where the sun rays slanted in and poured on the linoleum floor. The view of the Mumbai city was exhilarating. 'How is it?' asked another girl, who was standing by the door with her arm crossed in front of her chest, smiling a proud smile. Her name was Sara, she was twenty-six. 'It is brilliant,' intoned Radhika, 'I just love it!' Her voice echoed across the hall. 'I knew you'll love it, ' said Sara, 'that's why I got it all repainted.' She began walking into the hall toward the window where Radhika stood. 'I don't know how to thank you and your dad.' Sara snorted. 'Don't you worry about

As this is my first post, I'll be writing about the reasons why I started this blog. The answer is pretty simple. To make money. Hehe. Yeah, I can already visualize thousand of people rolling their eyes over my crass sense of humor. Sorry about that. So, I'll like to make few things clear. Parody Post is a serious blog, and its domain name is nothing but its author's poor attempt at irony.  We'll be discussing serious topics--about art and literature, terrorism and why Donald Trump is beardless Santa Claus of doom. So with that being said, let's rock and roll. We live in an era of nerds. Yes, you read it right. There is no need to recoil. Marvel's movies are making billions of dollars.  Shows like Game of Thrones and Strangers Things are ruling the hearts of people from different walks of life. Stephen King's adaptations are streaming out cinema houses. So, yeah. I rest my case. But what does era of nerds actually mean? Well, it means the era of awesom