How I unintentionally helped Mrs. Pauley



A short story written in first person, in the point of view of a twelve year old boy for writing 101: writing challenge.



I was playing with my new plastic bat in my lane when I heard a voice beside the house I stood. The voice made me stop playing and eavesdrop.

“I will somehow try to pay it within a month, sir, please give me some more time.” The desperate cries of a woman tore through the otherwise silent air, as I stood there, motionless. It was Mrs. Pauley.

I slowly peeked through their gate and let my eyes wander. Sure enough, I saw Mrs. Pauley, sobbing hard, with some sturdy looking old man and a cop.

What are they trying to do to her?

I slowly tiptoed to the other side of the gate to get a clear view and a clear idea of what they were talking about. It looked like Mrs. Pauley couldn’t handle paying the rent for her house as she lived alone.

Mr. Pauley had his cancer operation done after it had reached its advanced stage, knowing no hope was left. That operation took two things from the Pauleys, mother had said. Their hard earned money, and Mr. Pauley’s life.

However, Mrs. Pauley wasn’t someone who surrendered to the depression that threatened to suck her in. She still wore a happy smile and sent all her six sons out to work, as they were short on money.

Mother said that Mrs. Pauley was a kind hearted woman and she prayed for Mrs. Pauley’s sons to return soon with whatever amount of money they have made.

“Okay, Mrs. Pauley.” A rough voice made me snap to reality. “We shall see this weekend. If your money is not returned by then…”

The next thing I experienced was the gate smashing right against my nose as the sturdy man barged out, with the cop following closely behind.

“See you this weekend, ma’am,” said the cop as the duo barely noticed me.

Mrs. Pauley didn’t have any money to buy me candies anymore? Oh,no! That would be a great issue!

I went straight to the phone stand at the far end of the lane and took out the only coin I possessed. I put it into the slot and held receiver tight.

“Hello?” The person on the other end of the line answered.

“Hey Brian, it’s me,” I said, knowing the youngest of the Pauleys would surely recognize my voice.

And immediately I got a response. “Hey, dude, what’s up?”

“Something bad has happened,” I told him, as I knew I wouldn’t get candies from her every weekend. “Mrs. Pauley needs money urgently, and you must come with whatever you have.” I hung up immediately.

“Good job, son.” A familiar voice said from behind, helping me put the receiver back onto the stand. “Mrs. Pauley does need money, and she wouldn’t tell her sons and make them suffer.”

I smiled, as mother ruffled my hair affectionately. “I had to do it, mother.”




Sweat, plus a few smells that almost cannot be smelt in the horrible sun



Summers in the southern parts of India aren’t really enjoyable, you see. As it is quite close to the equator, there’s nothing but the smell of the intense, sunny air (if it had any) and the stench of sweat everywhere on me.

It occasionally brings down rain, but right now, the tranquil night has settled, giving me a feeling of congestion in my room. Even my hairs that brush against my neck irritate me, and there’re always two fans running. Since fans do not have a ‘smell’, I can shift to a topic that really does talk about smells.

The smells are just as usual, the hot breeze in the air bringing the usual polluted air. I live in the countryside, so it’s not as polluted as the cities that I need to cover my nose, but still…

Whenever I go cycling, I get the smell of fresh air. The smell of coffee is something that my town is proud of, and there’s a special kind of coffee named after my town. And what else? Nothing much, but I’d probably smell the stench that’s in the place of the evaporated river Kaveri , which once used to exist.

But the best smell in the summer is that of mineral water – if it ever has one. I crave for it and thank god for every drop that has been offered to me. That mineral water we drink at my home, I must say, is something that can be relished so much only at a time like this.

Nothing more to smell; my nostrils are already flaring in the heat.

Again, writing in response to the writing prompt from The Daily Post.

The voice that threatened…


Don’t read me,
I say, don’t read me.
I get it that you’re keen enough
To open the secret and set it free.

Don’t read me,
I say, don’t read me.
I hold no bold secrets within;
They’re but stories about my wounded knee.

Don’t read me,
I say, don’t read me.
Just close this page,
Sit comfortably and sip some tea.

Don’t read me,
I say, don’t read me.
I have nothing, but a few words
To tell thee.

Don’t read me,
I say, don’t read me.
That’s what I’ve been telling you all along;
To not read, or you’ll pay your fee.

Don’t read me,
I say, don’t read me!
I’m the written form of a lone voice,
Who is far beyond the wide sea.

Don’t read me,
Please, read no more!
Because I’m long dead and am waiting
To hunt down the next person who got ashore.

Please read me,
Oh, please do read…
Just so you know, that within minutes,
You’ll be as good as a rotten seed.

Reasons and consequences of a divorce?



Divorce is definitely a topic meant for discussion. Why do couples split? What makes them desperately want to get out of that house, leaving even their children up to their fate?


I personally feel that there should be mutual understanding, before a strong bond could form between a man and his wife. Lack of mutual understanding and care are a few things that keep a couple from being perfect.

But now-a-days, people refuse to understand the feelings of their spouse. Disregarding the feelings of their partner, they trigger anger, which in turn lead to fights, and even possible divorce. When there are children in the family, they get mentally affected by what their parents do—quarrel every day.


The consequences?


When a person does not even care about what their partner does, and if they continue traveling in their own paths, their paths are never bound to meet. Furthermore, when couples beat up each other, causing a ruckus in the house, the children are bound to be affected, too. Their mentality will totally differ from that of the other children surrounding them, which may earn them loneliness and a negative mind.

Constant conflicts between partners can affect one or both of them psychologically, driving them into depression. Sometimes, even an early age, kids suffer from depression because of the environment that their home provides. Some children even come home late, after killing time outside after their classes, so that they need not watch another episode of what they didn’t want to. Some children even get the thoughts of running away from the house.

Poor relationship mostly results in divorce, but sometimes, the when they live together for the sake of their children, they might get totally vexed living with their so-called ‘partner’ and some might even have suicidal thoughts as they suffer constant torcher.

They say…

Hate is not the opposite of love; hate is love gone bad.

The true opposite of love is apathy. 

And this apathy results in nothing but divorce, as they have nothing more to do with the person they live with. Such unfortunate people, along with hurting their own lives, spoil the lives of the little kids, too.

But, whenever there is mutual understanding between two people, then it can be said that they can easily build a strong relationship. Children belonging to such families would benefit more, as they are often showered with love and affection, thus resulting in a more happy personality and a healthy attitude.

So… Is there something that can be done to stop the wrong people getting married, or is there a remote possibility to make each of them realize what the feelings of the other were, so that they could strengthen their bond?

What wrong did the innocent children do?