An original fantasy story, written by our student Avishi Bagga.

Avishi is 13 years old, and a young writer from Gurugram. She is inspired by imagination which motivates her to express her daily thoughts through writing because she feels that she can make people learn something new in a fun way. We are proud to have her as a student of the Little Writers Program, an Online Creative Writing Program using Applied Storytelling & Applied Theatre tools under the mentorship of Trainer Khusshbo Chokhaani. We congratulate Avishi for this exemplary true self-expression.

When I Saw God!!!

It was a random Tuesday when I was walking home from school. The bus arrived late due- to traffic so, it was getting dark. I was scared as no one came to pick me up and it was around 5:00 PM. I had always been scared of being kidnapped.

Then it happened, I was walking alone, terrified of anyone I saw, two masked men came out of the van, when they noticed that no one was coming with me, and closed my mouth and eyes, tied my body with a rope and put me in the back of their van. There were no seats, so it was uncomfortable, but I was way too scared to notice that at the time. I was trying to keep strong, by holding back my tears or losing my life to those men. I overheard them discussing, what to do with me.

One of them said, “Let’s kill her, we can then sell her body for money”. While the other one said, “No, we will put her in our overheated room, where we will only feed her our leftovers and give her selvage water twice a day, and ask for 50,000 Rupees as ransom, and her family will have no choice but to give the money, to save their daughter.”

The first one said again “Great, idea pal, this is why I have you as my assistant, your ideas are amazing. Anyways we wouldn’t be able to earn money by selling a dead body.”

I was shocked by what I heard, I thought to myself “First they are planning to kill me, then they are going to ask for ransom from my family. I wish that God were here to save me, and punish these bad guys for their selfish acts.”

That was when I closed my eyes and saw, GOD, himself. I murmured to myself, “What, in holy matrimony, what is this, some kind of joke, and to in this situation.”

God told me, “My child, do not worry about them, you are an honest person, and you know it. Just keep faith in yourself, and I will take care of the rest, trust me, they are never going to do anything like this, neither to you nor anyone else.”

After saying these lines, he left, leaving me all confused about what just happened. But, as God said, I kept faith in myself and trusted him with the rest.

I saw on their map, that we were headed, we were headed to an abandoned factory. As we were thirty minutes away from our destination, something happened, and the van stopped. It turned out that the CNG had been finished.

They said, “We have no one push the van, and we are way too lazy and tired to do so. Shall we take that stupid girl out of the back and make her push it”.

As soon as they took me out of the van, I made a run for it, I remembered the way and ran and cried, thanking God for his help.

When I got home, I saw my mom crying and my dad all tensed. When they saw me, they asked “What happened sweetie, we were so worried about you. I called your bus teacher many times, but she said they had dropped you off a few hours ago.”

I told them “Something very bad happened, but it won’t happen again. It’s all in the past now. We should just enjoy the present and see what the future has in store for us. God is the best, he is the one who saved me from that mess.”

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An original story on fantasy, written by our student Rishik Grover.

Rishik is 11 years old young writer from Gurugram. He loves cricket and music. We are proud to have him as a student of the Little Writers Program, an Online Creative Writing Program using Applied Storytelling & Theatre tools under the mentorship of Trainer Khusshbo Chokhaani. We congratulate Rishik for this exemplary true self-expression.

Enlightened

The year is 2042. India has become a technological superpower, but it is also a land of great inequality. The rich live in luxury, while the poor are forced to live in squalor.

In this world, there exists a group of warriors known as the “Enlightened.” The Enlightened are gifted with mystical powers, and they use these powers to protect the innocent and fight against the forces of evil.

One day, the Enlightened are called upon to investigate a series of mysterious attacks that have been plaguing the city of Delhi. The attacks are being carried out by a group of criminals known as the “Nightmares.” The Nightmares are using a combination of technology and magic to create powerful weapons and creatures that are capable of great destruction.

The Enlightened soon discover that the Nightmares are led by a powerful sorcerer named Lord Raven. Raven is determined to take over India, and he will stop at nothing to achieve his goal.

The Enlightened must use all of their skills and powers to defeat Raven and his Nightmares. If they fail, India will be plunged into darkness.

The battle between the Enlightened and the Nightmares is long and bloody. The Enlightened are outnumbered and outgunned, but they are determined to protect their homeland.

In the end, the Enlightened are victorious. They defeat Raven and his Nightmares, and they save India from destruction.

The Enlightened are hailed as heroes, and they are given a place of honor in Indian society. They use their powers to help the poor and the oppressed, and they work to create a more just and equitable society.

The story ends with the Enlightened looking out over the city of Delhi. They know that there will always be evil in the world, but they are confident that they will be able to defeat it. They are the Enlightened, and they are the protectors of India.

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