My first unedited flash fiction story has been nominated among 100 out of 1000 stories on livejournal.com - Caferati.com
Quick Tales Contest
This is a humorous story about a Journal containing information about a MMORPG game called Ragnarok which is a real computer game having a huge fan following all around the world just like World of Warcraft.
Curing the Disease
'Grandpa, I cannot find our Ragnarok game journal' I said reluctantly.
'What, how can you lose it you dumb? We have our BOT IDs & passwords listed in it and you didn't even made a backup,' grandpa raised hell.
I shook my head in denial but he had already slapped me. Hearing the commotion my mom came running out.
'Dad what is happening here?' she inquired.
'Ask your son, he has lost our game journal.'
'Just for a worthless journal you will slap my son?
'Worthless? We are the richest players in the whole Indian game server and that journal has IDs of over 50 of our BOTS containing 20 billion game money. Have you ever seen 20 billion in your whole life?' he questioned.
'No and I don't want to also. You sit in front of that computer whole day playing that silly game and spoiling my son as well...'
'and spoiling our lives too.' My grandma entered the scene.
'Did you see my game journal? Grandpa asked her suspiciously.
'Yes I have because I just sold it to a kabadiwala on the street,' Grandma replied sarcastically.
'Why?' Grandpa almost screamed.
'You dumped your forty years old life partner for your game, so I took the liberty to dump your new girl friend and don't worry even this PC is going out very soon.'
In a flash Grandpa was out of the house and after the kabadiwala, muttering something like 'witch' under his breath. I stood there shocked. Our two years of hard earned empire was ruined in a day.
My grandma disclosed five minutes later that she had the journal hidden somewhere. I felt relieved.
'Shouldn't we call him back?' my mom asked smiling.
'No he sits whole day in the house like an owl, let him go out for a walk,' grandma grinned.
After about an hour grandpa returned. There was a crowd of about thirty people behind him which included his old society friends, two constables and even few local taporis.
He went inside his room and came out holding a bundle of rupees.
'Here is five thousand and I will pay five more if you find my journal,' he handed them the money.
As the crowd walked out with him in lead, we tried telling him, but in vain. Now half of our society was looking for a kabadiwala who did not even existed.
For next two days we could not dare tell him the truth. He kept out of house whole day, searching for the journal.
On the third day a brand new scooter was standing outside our door.
Seeing my grandpa's enthusiasm all his old friends became very excited to play the game. So grandpa sold his ten game accounts to them (whose IDs he remembered), for five thousand rupees each.
He was planning to play "World of Warcraft" next'
My poor grandma. Instead of curing, the disease had spread further.