Flight 297 (Free eBook-Comic)

Flight 297..Horror Comic by Freelance Talents
by Mohit Sharma “Trendster”, Pencils – Saket Kumar, Tarun Kumar Sahu, Atriyu, Freelance Talents Team.

Available at Pothi.com & allied Networks.


Description of “Flight 297” –

India-1980s : A Domestic Passenger Aeroplane “Flight 297” disappears with 172 on board due to casual approach by Air Traffic Controller, Dinesh. Officials believed that the missing flight almost certainly crashed. Amid increasing public pressure Dinesh is going back to his country Fiji. Have a happy & safe journey, Dinesh! First Community Comic Project by Freelance Talents from few Online Comic Forums & websites. The fiction idea and random name finalized in the year 2007 (Raj Comics Forums) and has no relation with “Flight 297-Atlanta to Houston Incident (Year 2009)”

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She is looking at me… :(

She is looking at me... 😦

Infectious Infatuation


A chair rested under a delicate yet spreading tree, the only living thing that, at least, spitted a little puddle of shade on the dusty, baked earth. She spotted it from afar and lazily walked towards it. The clearing swarmed with tired yet mysteriously busy students, rushing from one person to another. Sometimes the way people talked and chatted continuously made her sick. “Nonstop un-creativity! or am I Heartsick.” She had a habit, a bad one hopefully, of noticing how people sometimes said meaningless things, ultimately stupid things and made fools of themselves in front of others. That too over and over again with new permutations and combinations just to prove that they learnt from past which actually is not the case.

She soon reached the little puddle of shade under the lonesome rather sad-looking tree and took a deep breath, gulping a bolus of hot, dusty air. Carelessly dropping her bag to the ground she carefully balanced herself on the chair and sat back, slowly wiping her forehead with the back of her hand. She wasn’t in a hurry and that sense of realization always made her do things leisurely.

After what felt like hours, she flickered her eyes open and looked around. Somehow she had managed to sleep in the middle of all the unpleasant chaos. The bustling throng had evaporated by now and only a few were scattered around either in tiny bundles or couples, some alone too. While scanning the remains of what seemed like a stubborn monster a while ago, she spotted a boy standing right in the middle of the diminutive desert of a parking lot.

He stood straight yet he had a peculiar laziness to himself quite similar to her. With his hands stuffed inside his pockets, he languidly paced around his bag and Hockey stick which were piled on the ground right besides him. She peered at him with observant eyes, absorbing every drop of fantasy that his appearance provided. His head was heaped with a mass of half curly half wavy brown hair which crowned him beautifully. She gazed at them and deep down in the gossamer of her thoughts, imagined her fingers sinking into them. She instantly felt them… soft and teasing against her finger tips and a chill ran down her spine. The sinister sunlight molded his whiskey brown eyes into tiny slit which slightly curved upwards whenever he smiled. His features had a delicacy to them and it felt as if God had made him with brilliant finesse… exhibiting his skill and flamboyance. A small mystifying smile touched the corner of his lips and suddenly, he looked up at her.

She was caught. She felt streams of sweat gliding down her chest and she instantly lowered her gaze, rubbing her thumb against the palm of the other hand. Moments later she looked back at him and saw him standing, staring at the ground. She longed for those eyes to look back at her and this time she decided to look back into them. He playfully kicked a pebble and raised his eyes to her… But this time it was him who directly dropped his eyes to the ground. He was shy! And that, bizarrely, added another feather to his already mesmerizing collection. This boosted her buoyancy and she glued her eyes to him, drinking in every move. Another look and another exhibit of modesty. How cruel God can be sometimes, she thought to herself.

Moments later, a yellow bus purred into the parking lot, setting off the dusty ground into shallow clouds. For the first time, she moved her glance and peered at the bus. It was his bus. This meant he’d go away. A labyrinth of emotions settled inside her. He’ll go, she wondered sadly. But I’ll see him tomorrow again, that brought about anticipation. With the very same aloofness, he picked up his bag and draped it over his shoulder, Hockey stick in the other hand, and rather swiftly walked towards the bus. Once inside, she disowned him and started making circles in the sand beneath her feet with a firm yet dying straw.

The End!