Aurora Writes

Hello guys!! Welcome to this blog!!!!!

Who am I ?

I am Aurora (pen name) and am currently 17 years old. I write stories and poems a a hobby. English is not my first language. So, pardon my spelling and grammatical mistakes. Also, I occasionally sketch and paint (which happens to be another one of my hobbies). So, you may too find a few of my works in this blog. Though, I am not good with digital tools. I draw using traditional medium and tools (pen and paper).

About Me?

Zodiac Sign : Libra (October) Hobbies : Reading, writing, painting and daydreaming Fav colour : Lavender Fav books : Sherlock Holmes, Hercule Poirot, Miss Marple, Ruskin Bond, Secret Seven, Famous Five, Harry Potter, etc. Fav authors : Ruskin Bond, Arthur Conan Doyal, Enid Blyton, Karen McManus, etc. (Both of the lists are too long)

My writing history

Honestly, I don't have a proper 'writing journey'. Its just I was interested in storytelling since my childhood. I officially started writing at 12 years and joined the social media at 15 to share my works. I am an amateur and am working on my growth as a successful author.

What do I write?

I write stories and series on random topics. They may be inspired by movies, books, my dream, nightmares or even day to day activities. I also don't usually write on specific genres since they are just random and purely based on my imagination and instincts.

My posted works

✨ Masterlist ✨ (for my writings) ✨ Masterlist ✨ (for my paintings and sketches)

Hope I can entertain you all with my stories. And I request for comments and even critiques, along with all your love and encouragement.

Thank you for your support! Feel free to ask or chat with me and also suggest prompts and all!

Simple water colour~~~

A Job Well Done

(Warnings : Dark themes, violence, mentions of death)

‘Agent L, are you in position? Over.’

‘Yes, boss. Loading bullets into the rifle. Over.’

The room was dark, being present underneath a farmhouse, its existence unknown to everyone but a handful of people. It was meagrely furnished by just a chair and a long table. The table had a bunch of strange devices, some in progress while some awaiting to be used. A man, in his 40s, at the chair, was currently using the walkie - talkie to transmit the orders while his eyes were fixed on the screen displaying a scene in a party at the village mansion.

'Stand by, L. You got twenty minutes to shoot’. He spoke through the walkie - talkie. ‘Then, jump-’

‘-into S's cab. Then, drive to the docks and wait for the others to join. I remember, boss. Overrrr.’ The young lass cut the man off and sassily replied.

The man smiled. He trusted L’s aim and presence of mind. She would never make any mistake and can manage herself in case she falls into a tight spot. 

‘How about you, F?’ His attention on another of his accomplice. ‘What is the scenario? Over.’

Amidst a chatter of several voices in the background, a drawling voice answered, 'All fine here. A glass wardrobe going in for the auction. Target placing the highest bidder. Whew! She is one hella rich woman. Over’.

’S? Over.’ The boss inquired.

‘All in position. Waiting for L. Over’ S replied instantly, as a roar of an engine in the background confirmed his prep.

‘Oooo……S’ L suddenly jeered over the walkie - talkie, ‘How was your date? Was she pretty? Or hot as fire?’

S chuckled but before he could answer her, the boss cut him off. ‘Focus, everybody. This one’s a golden goose. The biggest job we ever got. 40 millions, by jove! Keep your eyes and ears open. Report any suspicious activity, F. I will warn you when it is time, L. Over.’

‘Ok, boss!’

And then, silence fell over the room once again as everyone laid into their positions. Only the sounds of the monitor echoed in the empty room where the man had two videos of the secret cameras installed at the party hall, playing side by side. One was of the target, the wife of a rich businessman while the other was of………F. Yes, he did not trust F and his ideas. He never did. But he could not shake him off, either. He knew too much and also he really had sharp combat skills and the ability to weasel into any tough facility. He indeed was a very useful member of The Robins. 

The Robin’s - the most notorious and mysterious gang in the whole valley, with 15 targets murdered and 30 robbing cases. They four were enough to bring this whole wave of terror in the region. L’s sharp eyes could aim even a small bird flying over a great distance, S’s driving and combat skills could bring down the mightiest and the bulkiest of opponents and F’s hacking skill could even crack into the CIA data panel. At last, he, Mark, was the kingpin. The one who took the jobs and managed the attacks.

But……all that worried him currently was F’s recent change in behaviour. He seemed to be acting quite odd. He even ‘accidentally’ shot L in their last consignment. Fortunately, the girl moved before the bullet hit her. Minor, the incident was but it was F’s intention that worried him. F disliked L since Mark first introduced her to the gang members for god knows what reason. The girl, the most recent addition just 2 months ago, was young and was surprisingly sharp and quick on her feet. She never gave any chance for him to complain. Mark himself made sure of her selection. Stalked her for two months and even put her through vigorous training and several tests and she surplussed each one of them! And now, ten kills within three months without any miss! One helluva kid, she was!  Beep Beep. Fifteen minutes left............

Mark nodded at the timer and again resumed his thoughts. He knew F since his early years. The man's brain and sense of mind was excellent even in his 50’s but he could not point out the reason for his grudge against the lass. He did mention L being suspicious and familiar when Mark brought her to the team. But it must have been a mistake. Her history and origins were thoroughly checked by his dealer.

Nobody in the gang knew anything about each other except their initials and skills, not even Mark himself. Except of course their names while he bought their informations. He usually gets their information checked by a trusted dealer who trades him information and just disappears. Besides, why would he even bother knowing their backstory. What he wanted was talent. Skills. Men who would follow all his commands. They all are first brainwashed and then the best from them are trained personally by him. F was indeed a dodging character from the beginning but his hacking and combat skills were superb that he had to pardon several of his elementary mistakes and temper. 

L was on the other hand a meek little thing living in a vile part of the city. She was totally out of place among criminals and murderers wandering around in that part of the city. And maybe that was the reason of her sharp conscious of her surrounding and excellent presence of mind to get out of ‘situations’. Well, though doubtful of her feeble strength, he did his best and glad he did, to raise such a fine commando. A little firecracker, she was.

Thus, again a pang of worry and apprehension came across his mind. No, he cannot afford to lose such a valuable asset just because of F’s personal dislike. Should he interrogate him and directly ask about his sudden change of behaviour? Yes, he should and he will right after this task at hand. 

Beep Beep. Ten minutes left…….

Yes, everything is going smoothly according to the plan. As the wife gets up, the glass window would shatter with the lady falling down with a bullet straight through her chest and blood spewing out all over the floor. F would then go and pick up her purse. And with an excuse of calling the police, he would go down the docks. L and S would already will be there by then and so would Mark himself. Then they would board the yatch and sail to the nearby island, to the recruiter. What was his name again? Mike? Landon? Sam?

With a last glance at the timer, he walked towards the cabinet and searched for the contract. Ah! There it was. Daniel, CEO of the Loris and Co.. He never heard of such garments company, must be another newly started company. But the man claimed it to be one of the topmost brand in the recent times. Well, anyway, it didn’t matter. L said she used to buy dresses of that brand. So, maybe it just manufactures women’s clothes.

As he made his way back towards the desk, Mark absentmindedly, knocked over a few files placed nearby. He clicked his tongue, irritated by the mess and swiftly tried to gather the files. But one of them caught his attention - L’s file. Why was it here still? Didn't that wretched dealer burn it after their last meeting. Well, it was a long time since they used this particular warehouse.

He bought it over and started reading it. Half of the data was hidden as per the gang’s rule. As he read his eyes hovered over her picture. Beautiful, she was. Even the police officers got lost in her mesmerising eyes in the time of the diamond robbery as she efficiently distracted them. But what was her full name? He heard it once when she was first brought to him.

His fingers went onto the keyboard as his eyes searched the time. Eight minutes left........... His fingers swiftly went over the keys as he searched for the first recorded interrogation of the girl. (Next time, he sees the dealer he would break those crooked teeth of his for failing to dispose all these) After, two long minutes of scrolling, he clicked on the recording...........

The video showed him sitting luxuriously on the couch in the dark room as two henchmen brought and threw a fragile figure before him before exiting the room. Mark smiled as he remembered those frightened innocent eyes pleaded him to let her go. Her clothes dirty and damp sticked to her white flawless skin as she nervously shifted on the floor. At first glance, Mark thought her to be one of those frail girls the dealers bought to him who were as soft a flower which would crumble with only one harsh strike. But just like the phrase, L’s appearance was not to be judged. As he continued to watch the video, Mark reminisced the scene. As he made way towards the table at the corner, the girl snatched the knife beside him and boldly positioned it under his chin. Mark, then 20 years in the profession, skilfully twisted and tackled her back to her former position. He was impressed by the reckless but brave act of hers. He chuckled and accepted her.  Beep Beep. Three minutes left.............

Mark smiled as the video went by. The timer brought him back to the present time as it chimed. As he made to move back towards the walkie - talkie, his eyes fell on a strange thing in the still video. He replayed and was surprised at the revelation. In the recording, as soon as he turned his back after calling the guards to take her away, the girl swiftly moved something from her hand to the lining of her dress. As he zoomed, he couldn't hold back a gasp to find that it was a - microphone! 

The team often stayed in the secluded farmhouses where no one was permitted to go out except Mark, let alone maintain contact with the outer world, unless strictly necessary. But this microphone in the video was an evidence of L’s treachery. Then was she in contact with someone throughout these 2 months? Maybe, F was correct at last.

Anger bubbled in him as he thought over the surprising revelation of his most trusted and valuable member to be the mole in his party. He was determined to show her the vile consequences of messing with him. He trusted her and placed her in many secretive missions and even shared several confidential information with her, only to know that she was the betrayer from the start? Anguish at that thought, he still thought to gain more knowledge of this demoness. He searched her picture in several data bases, profiles and panels that the old dealer filled into the device last time. 

At last, the result materialised in the screen when Mark’s eyes widened with shock - 

Liana De Savio. Senior officer. FBI.

Mark refused to believe it but her picture with every other detail in that database betrayed him. The police had sent her as a spy to report all their activities. He sat there still, holding his forehead with both hands.

Suddenly, his spiralling chain of thoughts were interrupted by a female voice.

'20 secs, boss. Standing by. Over’

That familiar voice that used to fill him with assurance now brought out displease and anger. But no, now is not the time to let the emotions take over. He has to complete this first and then see that twerp. He cannot afford to mess this assignment.

With a dummy calmness, he spoke into the device ‘All good,F? Over’

‘Yes, we are going into the dinning area. Target packing her purse. I am just behind her. Any moment to strike. Over.’ F answered.

All this time, F may have recognised her, being an ex-convict himself. Perhaps, it may also be the actual reason of L’s unwillingness to partner with him during the raids. 

Yes, the wife stood up. F advanced towards her and brought her into a conversation to keep her into position for L to take a clear shot. As the timer rang, Mark and the others held their breath for the immediate response.

But the shot never came…….

The wife was called by another lady and she walked to the other end of the room, leaving a surprised F.

‘What happened, L? Why didn’t you shoot? Over.’ Mark bellowed. Awaiting her voice, he instead received a dreaded silence.

‘L? L? Are you alright? RESPOND FOR GOD’S SAKE.’

‘No need to lose your voice, boss. Calm down’ L’s sharp voice reached his ears but not from the walkie - talkie……

Mark sprung back to witness L behind him with a gun pointed straight at him. Standing there speechless, he could hear cries of F and S through the walkie-talkie as they were being arrested by police officers.

‘No use of trying to escape. The police has surrounded the whole area. The game is over, boss……or should I say Mark?’ Liana smirked.

Mark widened his eyes. No one knew his real name. Just the dealer and F, from their early years.

‘You worked with us and is this how you reply us, you ungrateful brat?’ He spat, ‘You even killed several people, innocents’.

Liana giggled and said ‘How gullible and naive you are, Mark! Those people still breathe safe and sound in this world. Those were acts. Fake assignments given to you so that you choose me to show my skills. Those were to help me come closer to you till you start trusting me. See, how easily I did it. I just had one problem - F. He recognised me from the bureau where I was first posted as a rookie. But anyway I did my work. I WON!!’

Yes, she is right! She won! He lost! He lost from a petty girl and this was the biggest insult ever. Though somewhere in his heart, he admired her courage and intelligence. She indeed did her job smoothly without a hitch. A JOB WELL DONE.

-Aurora

DEATH?

(Warnings : Dark, Mentions of death / mortality)

Most people seem to be scared of death, I don't know why. But when I think about it, All I can imagine is a picture of a free butterfly.

Yes, I may be crazy to say that death is a beauty. Life is an adventure true. But death is a next long never ending journey.

Once entered, you don't go back. It makes me wonder Does it give people everything that they have always lacked?

I love my life without a doubt, But I also feel jealous and wonder, How does it feel when the flame of life goes out ?

- Aurora

The Stories The Sparrow Told

(Warnings : none tbh, except a very subtle mention of death and indirect descriptions of wars.)

The newspaper this particular morning had ruined my mood. Being a peace lover, the news of war and bloodshed disgusted and depressed me. How can people display such a cruel side, just for the sake of petty materialistic things! I had planned to go fishing after breakfast but alas, I suddenly lost interest in that activity. So, instead I went and laid on the flower bed in Granny’s garden, my favourite haunt, during my visits at her place. The flowers bloomed and swayed and danced in the morning wind. The long trees offered some kind shadow from the scorching heat. Nearby, a stream flowed quietly, its waters gleaming like a thousand crystals beneath the morning sun. I inhaled deeply the fragrance of the wild flowers as one thought came into my mind - ‘Spring at last arrived!’

The peaceful ambience melted my earlier irritation. I sighed, relaxing amongst the flower and closed my eyes. The birds around this little paradise chirped cheerfully as if talking to me. I knew not the language but tried to interpret the cryptic message that they tried to exchange. I knew not what they saw or where they saw but one thing I could do is imagine…….

Flapping its tiny wings, the little sparrow flew through the open blue sky and rested on a water bath near a modest cottage. Quenching its thirst, it looked around and found a stout little lady hovering near the flower garden. Her golden locks shone like gold in the sunlight. Her blue dress suited her pale complexion and also brought out the bright blue colour of her eyes. She smiled at the sparrow and was about to retire into the house when the gate creaked and entered a handsome young man with a charming and mischievous grin. The girl ran into his open arms with glee. They smiled ear to ear and looked at each other with love and adoration. With an exchange of sweet words, longing sighs and playful gestures they walked into the house.

The little witness of this heartwarming scene chirped happily and flew away to continue wandering and hunting for worms. The humans seemed content with their lives. Their eyes were mirrors of their deep love which illuminated the whole estate. It was better to build a nest on their roof and live there, till winter arrived. There will surely be enough worms in the garden and the maiden will surely not reproach a petty boarder. It would indeed be fun to live there.

Indeed, fun it was. But just like every good things, this love story too had to see its end….. One morning, a soft melodious humming reached the sparrow as it was hovering around the garden. Not able to resist, it soon landed near the lady and started to sing along with her, nuzzling its body against her soft palms. Suddenly, a creak of the gate interrupted their song. Maybe, the man again. Alas! No it was some other human with a harden look and white hair. He brought out a letter and handed it to the lady’s outstretched hand. She smiled but the brute did not even glanced at her again and went out. How rude!

She sat on the armchair and opened the letter. The sparrow, annoyed by the interruption, went beside her and complained and requested to continue the unfinished song. But lo! She was no longer cheerful! Tears filled those pretty eyes as the smile slowly vanished! She ran to the house as tears finally made their way out of her eyes. The letter remained clutched in her hand, held tightly over her chest. The sparrow flew over to the window and saw her throw herself on the bed and sob uncontrollably. Why? Was it that old brute? It KNEW something was wrong with him. Should have poked him with his beak as soon he arrived. Now that, the lady started to cry he would, of course, do it the next time he saw him.

Days passed by. The young man did not return. Did he get lost in the way? The lady too did not smile like before nor did she come out. The lawn became sad as if it was already winter without any snow. The sparrow knocked the glass with his beak but was only shooed away by her. Why? Did she not like him anymore? She now just sits by the fireplace and bawls her heart out. His tiny heart broke looking at her miserable state. Oh! How he wished the man would come back and console her! How did he miss those moments the beautiful couple spent together!

But, many many days went by, neither did the man come nor did her smile. But came the time for the sparrow to move away. He was very sorry! God knows what happened between the couple. The letter! Yes, something in the letter! Now that he realised, he remembered the familiar incident. Many a house received that gruesome letter which claimed their happiness. The man never returned and the wife and the children cried. The same fate had fallen on this household too. What a lovely environment did the couple live in!! He would surly miss it. May the man come back and may she smile again. With one last longing glance at the withered garden and the sorrowful lady at the window, the sparrow spread his wings............

Suddenly, a rustle of wings woke me up from my slumber. I opened my eyes to find a sparrow perched on my knees. It looked old but what surprised me was the quizzical look it gave me. My brain full of the thoughts of the dainty household interpreted the sparrow’s look as if it was asking - ‘Do you know what happened?’ I played along and said, “My dear sparrow, the war  took many lives and blundered hundreds of happy houses. This one was no different, just their love was too strong to bring out the pity from a symbol of nature like you.” The sparrow nodded (or I may have imagined) and broke out into a melodious song. I again drew a long breath and enjoyed the harmony of its song along with the rustling of the leaves and the gurgle of the water. I closed my eyes and continued to listen and interpret these songs. To enjoy the STORIES THAT THE SPARROW TOLD……

-Aurora

Assassin

(Warnings : none)

People call me a wanderer, But I am actually a murderer. I kill people as a job; they think I am soulless. The only word that describes me is reckless.

People are selfish, nosy and irritating. So, its my duty to stop their number growing. They hire me and offer a few million bobs, And I make sure to do a clean job. For that they call me merciless, ruthless, fearless. But the only thing that describes me is reckless.

-Aurora

Lady in a flower field (pencil sketch) Dandelion field (Wet and wash technique) (watercolour) Cat eyes (Pencil sketch, hyperrealism) Cherries (pencil sketch, hyperrealism) Scenary (watercolour)

Cherries, anyone? heheehehee

OOOKKAAYYY, my silent and loud readers! I got an announcement! It seems that for some UNEXPLAINED reasons, Tumblr has automatically tagged my series 'Her guilty conscience' as mature, EVENTHOUGH I have NOT used any corse language or mentioned ANY gore or graphic details. As a result, ig many cannot properly view those posts.

SOMEONE GIMME A PRIZE!!!!