Twisted Ending

Despite having a wicked imagination and uncanny talent, Chris had grown up as a simple
son of a farmer. Bred in a hardworking family of peasants, he was destined to lead a life very similar to his relatives. His talent never shone out while he struggled through his schooling and failed to make the grade for college. He took a modest job to make ends meet, while he secretly pined for fame. As a hardworking millworker in a small midwestern town, his exposure with the outside world was limited to his brief visits to big cities.

However, the internet revolution changed his life forever. Ever since he discovered the world of blogging, Chris dreamed of becoming a writer someday - specifically a short story writer. He had read the Archers & the Henrys of his time and had been inspired by their engrossing unpredictable short stories. Little did he realise, that he was one amongst thousands of such aspiring dreamers, and devoid of some serious effort and talent, he was doomed for failure. Nevertheless, he secretly yearned to abandon his mundane job someday in lure of riches and fame that a publication might beget.

In line with his gut feeling, he decided that all his short stories should have a twisted and totally unpredictable ending. He had come to the conclusion that departure from normal should be the governing norm for his stories and that he should always strive to achieve a shocker ending. So he set out devising convoluted ending and then supplying a story line to match the end. Under such circumstances, his concern was not how to begin a story but how to end it. It would take him days to conjure a unforseeable ending, but on the contrary it would only take him minutes to weave a mighty tale around it. This concept totally ran contrary to the contemporary story tellers who would spend more time on the plot of the story than the mere end. But Chris, had no issues taking on the established pillars of story telling as he churned some really absorbing material for his friends to read.

Every night as he would go to bed, he would think of some wierd endings and evaluate the
feasibility of developing it into a story. Bolstered by a strong peer review, he started
living in the grandiose plans of striking it rich with his idea and would spend many a
nights dreaming about the same. Most of his idle time would be spent day dreaming
situations which would never happen in ordinary life, but yet would give readers vicarious
pleasure when he would put them in print.

It was only a matter of time, before his concept caught the publication industry by surprise. He started with moderate success on some cheap publications, but such novelty was bound to usher in a revolution. His following grew leaps and bounds as people soon welcomed this new concept and started reveling his stories. His books were like popular thriller movies, where one would have no inkling of the end, yet would be prepared for a wicked climax. Most times, people would devour his writings just to reach the end of it, and then spend days reminiscing how every line of the plot set them up for such incredible end.

He soon became the toast of media as his name and astonishing story got splattered all over news. His wealth grew exponentially as he changed ownership from an old tractor to toyota camry, then a low end BMW and ultimately a high end SL Merc. His meteoric rise in the pantheons of literature was only rivalled by the growth in his wealth and stature. While many sulked at his richness, some gave him due credit for revolutionising the concept of story telling.

The day of reckoning finally arrived in July '03, when he was ultimately in a position to buy his first Lamborghini. Despite the ridicule from his friends, he had never stopped dreaming about this day. As he walked around the mustard yellow Lambroghini Murcielago, all those moments started coming back to him. Today was also the day, he had planned on asking his long time companion to spend the remainder of her life with him. It all seemed surreal to a small farm boy growing in rural Wisconsin, but his dreams were about to come true. As he pulled out of the Luxury Car dealers parking lot in Chicago, and stepped on the pedal, a twisted ending was probably the last thing on his mind. Filled with plans of a new beginning, he neglected to stop at the red-light. Alas! the rampaging 18 wheeler coming from the other direction was a little less forgiving, as it not only crushed his dreams but also all of his 206 bones.

The man who flummoxed the entire world with his anti-climatic tale fell prey to the same fate in real life. Its a pity that a short synopsis of his own life, written by a loyal reader, would read very similar to his popular stories themselves, a bit tragically though !