My Random Stories

(Counselingmn Website) “My son, please come and sit with me.” Jacob runs and sits next to his father. He wanted to hear the progress. What was going to happen next and how could he be of any help. “My son, I love you. I love you very much. If I could do anything to change the situation I would. I never had what you have today. Your mother and I have worked hard to provide you and your siblings. If we could do anything we would, but we can’t. I want you to promise one thing my son.” “What is it father?” “Promise me that no matter what I tell you, you will continue to work hard in school. You will work and change your situation. Whatever I tell you should not change your ambitions and goals in life. I want to repeat, no matter who you wanted to be, this should not change anything. You can be better than us, and that is all we want. That is what your mother wants, that is what I want.” Jacob’s mother who has been listening all this time, starts sobbing. She trie...

(Groupon Website) It was going to go wrong. I knew it would go wrong. It was obvious everything would go wrong. Why didn’t I say no? Why did I accept the job? Why didn’t I know it was a set up? Why? Why? Why? It was a cold Friday evening. Nobody would be around for miles except for a couple of guards, who were not well-armed. All we had to do was go in, get the cargo, and then get out. Simple and straight to the point. I was supposed to bypass the electrical alarm because of my knowledge of wiring cars. That is all I had to do. What happened next caught me completely unaware. We entered, tied up the guards who were too willing, as if they had been informed of our coming; I played with the wires and just like that four men were in the vault of the bank. I stood outside with the bags. As we were loading the bags of cash we heard a commotion outside. There was shouting, then shots were fired. “Come out with your hands up. This is the police. We have you surrounded.” ...

Finally after a long time, we were able to edit and finalize our first short film. Please watch and feel free to give any feedback.

This is our first short film as Stage Nirvana. It is only the trailer. The short film is coming soon.

(Pinterest Website) “Well, well. Look here. 10 years later he comes back. The man we used to call, ‘The Weasel’. A man who was so cunning that even if he was caught red handed, he would talk his way to freedom. I had a feeling you would come back, and I have a feeling I know why you’re here.” He stood there smiling. I couldn’t believe that we used to be best friends. Now, we each have different opinions and proceeded on different paths. He was calling me ‘The Weasel’ yet he was and is ‘The Jackal’. A ruthless conniving man who did not care or fear to get his hands dirty to get whatever he wanted. It was not going to be easy, but I knew what I had gone there to do. “Halo Francis.” “I’m sorry, no official names. You know my pseudo name.” “Yes, Mr. Jackal.” “Long time no see, Mr. Weasel. Have you come back to join us?” “No, not really.” “Pity. If you had stayed, you would have been at the helm of this empire. I still have respect for what you did for us,...

(Pinterest Website) I walked up to him. He seemed distressed about something. We normally keep to ourselves, but we always have each other’s backs when we are in trouble. There’s no way he was going to suffer alone as I watched. “Yoh bro, what’s wrong?” “Nothing much.” He tries to smile, but fails miserably. I keep looking at him waiting for him to break and tell me the truth. “Nothing is wrong, OK?” Pause. “OK, I got into some trouble with some guys, but I will sort it out.” He looks at me. I’m still waiting for him to finish. “OK, I got involved with some shylocks. I borrowed some money from them which I used all of it, but I forgot to pay, now they are asking me to join their gang to work off my debt, are you happy now?” “Of course I’m not happy. Why Tom? Why? Why couldn’t you just have asked money from me?” “I knew you were struggling with your business, I didn’t want to bother you.” “Really? Even if that was the case now look at the predicament you h...

(Flekscale Website) It had been two weeks since the story. So much celebrations. The story had won a global award. He was still receiving gifts and praises from everywhere for his good job. Nevertheless, he was very uncomfortable. The memories of the day still haunted him, he could have done something. It was a hot day just like any other. His boss had sent him to cover the story. He was given a news van and a camera. He would have to do the picture taking and the writing of the story on his own. He felt something was wrong from the very beginning, but he could not figure what would happen next. He arrived at the accident scene. The two cars were badly damaged and everyone close by was looking, waiting for the emergency service to come. He put on his press jacket and went to the site. He started taking pictures when he heard the groaning of a woman. He was immediately shocked and tried to find the source of the groan. He found her sticking her arm out, calling for some...