Monstrous Torturous Teacher!!!
It was a normal day with the regular classes in college. As
usual the early morning classes proved to be boring, encouraging me to doze
off. Trying my best to stay awake and concentrate in the class, I was punching
my bench mate, helping him to stay awake too. Suddenly, a horrible looking man
dashed inside the classroom and asked our teacher to leave. To our surprise,
our teacher left without a word and bid us goodbye with only a wave and tears
in his eyes. It took me some time to be calm, grasp the suddenness of that
moment and come to my senses. While doing this, the man stared at us with his
weirdly big eyes covered with dark circles which looked scary through his thick
glasses.
The class roared on getting a free class ignoring the fact that the man was standing there with a face of an evil murderer. The sound of his attempt to clear his throat was so loud that the whole class changed from a fish market to a pin drop silence assembly. I had no clue what words came from his mouth because his voice was extremely heavy, husky and a pain to ours ears that it literally gave me goose bumps. We all looked with disgust at his hair coming out from his nose and ears while he was proudly fiddling with it. Food particles were visible resting comfortably in his tangled beard as he walked pass the class as if he was inspecting each and every one of us, searching for his next victim. His pungent smell being unbearable and his monstrous looks scaring me out, I shouted, “He is a Frankenstein.”
The class roared on getting a free class ignoring the fact that the man was standing there with a face of an evil murderer. The sound of his attempt to clear his throat was so loud that the whole class changed from a fish market to a pin drop silence assembly. I had no clue what words came from his mouth because his voice was extremely heavy, husky and a pain to ours ears that it literally gave me goose bumps. We all looked with disgust at his hair coming out from his nose and ears while he was proudly fiddling with it. Food particles were visible resting comfortably in his tangled beard as he walked pass the class as if he was inspecting each and every one of us, searching for his next victim. His pungent smell being unbearable and his monstrous looks scaring me out, I shouted, “He is a Frankenstein.”
My heart skipped a beat when his head turned towards me and
I couldn’t help but notice his vampire - ish red eyes. He stomped his way
towards me pointing his long dirty nailed fingers. Suddenly, the classroom
turned black and it was just me and a monster in front of me uttering the
words, “I am your new teacher. Hope you experience hell.”
At that moment, I felt a sudden pain on my arms and to my
relief I found out that my friend was pinching me to wake me up for the next
lesson.
Zannat Shrestha
nice story zannat .. hope it is not a real story happened to you and wishes not to happen to all of us as well... u have a good english writing.. hope to see such writings again and again..
ReplyDeleteThank you Prabal :)
ReplyDeleteAnd yes of course it not a real story and I hope this will never happen to any of us. hehe
And thank you again, but I'm still working on my writing skills and there are a lot of improvements to do.
It seems like in your dream, you reached afganistan and got bin laden as your tutor.
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