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Information To Change Your Life!

Walking down the street, you encounter a folded piece of paper on the sidewalk. You pick it up and read it and immediately, your life has changed. Describe this experience.

There I am walking down the street minding my own business and as I walk on by, I spy a big piece of paper lying on the sidewalk. Now usually I do not pick up stray bits of paper but this one was large, A4 size and it was neatly folded and lying on the clean section of the sidewalk and it had my name printed in bold, large font on the side that was facing top.

The text on the paper tells me about the existence of aliens, who have been here for 1000s of years and who have influenced the lives of us humans and have steered the course of our history. It quotes evidences and where I can find them around the world and with details all given. It tells me that I can easily find all the evidence I need to prove that this is true and how most of the religious figures from history were aliens. And that they have plans to come out and annihilate mankind and keep the planet, animals and birds and all it’s resources for themselves.

Finally the paper tells me that they are watching and to trust no one and that to be on my guard. I fold it and put it in my pocket and suspiciously stare at people who pass me by. They are watching me!

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Brave New World

You are the first astronaut to arrive on a new, uncharted planet. Write the note that you leave to those who come after you.

It’s one small step for Roshan, one giant freakin’ leap for humankind. My ultimate dream is to fly in space or travel through space and visit various alien planets, moons and asteroids go through all the planetary systems in different star clusters across this galaxy and the others. So if I could be the first astronaut to arrive on a new, uncharted planet (what do you mean by new anyways? A newly formed planet or just new to us?) I would be ecstatic.

So let’s take it that this planet is devoid of all life except for plants and stuff. No animals, birds or humanoid or any other sentient type of beings either. I will do a survey, map and chart the land and when it’s finally time to leave the planet and go back into space, I will leave a note that will serve well for those aliens or anyone who comes to the planet after I am gone. It will be perfect and scare the shit outta any badass alien who thinks he can play around with me.

“This planet was full of life but they pissed Roshan off and they paid the price!”

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Two Dogs In Da House

Yesterday evening we had a gala time with two dogs in the apartment. My cousin sister Shalini and her husband Mukund recently adopted a Golden Retriever named Bubbles. The pup is now 6 months old and they drove from Mumbai all the way to Cochin, with stops at relatives places in Pune and Bangalore. They brought the pup over to my place.

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She’s great around humans and I loved her. Apparently she is the star attraction at their apartment and in the two places they stayed enroute to Cochin. Kids were asking to play with her all the time.

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My sister brought her pug Barfi to my place so the dogs can meet. Now Barfi, although 4 years old, is a bit smaller than Bubbles and seemed to be scared of her barking and the bits of growling so we kept them separate for a while and on their leash.

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Soon however the pup calmed down and it was all cool enough for them to be close by. But both dogs were drained from all the excitement after an hour or so.

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Start Of A Dangerous Adventure

Write about anything, in whatever genre or form, but your post must include a speeding car, a phone call, and a crisp, bright morning. (Wildcard: you can swap any of the above for a good joke.)

So it was a crispy, bright morning with some blue skies and a few clouds but the sun was shining bright and yet it was a cool, cool morning. The kinda of morning that makes you say, you don’t want to waste it sitting around at home when you could be out and about enjoying the beautiful day. So that was what was in front of me so I quickly shaved, took a shower and went out for some breakfast and coffee.

I sat and enjoyed my breakfast and coffee for a while, taking in the scenery and watching people walking by or sitting down for their own breakfast. I got another coffee to go and walked towards my car and decided to head to the park and after an hour or so there I thought I would head to the mall for some shopping. So I was on my way when I got a phone call – I usually don’t talk on the phone when I’m driving so I ignored it as I glanced at the caller id and saw that it was a blocked number. No idea who would be calling me on that but I ignore it and drove on. But the phone kept ringing and it was annoying me like crazy.

On the 5th ring I thought I’d pick it up, could be important and I answered “Hello”. I got a funny kinda buzzing noise as I put the cell phone towards my ear which irritated me and also made me drop the phone. As I tried to shake it off a speeding car came up from behind me and drove parallel to my car and honked at me. I looked over and this stunning redhead with long flowing hair tried to get my attention. It was working but she told me to pull over. What was going on? So I did at the first chance I got and stopped the car. She parked hers in front of mine, came over to my car, opened the passenger seat and grabbed my phone and then threw it in an empty lot. I was angry and looked at the lot and then back at the woman and just about started to ask, what her problem was when there was a loud explosion.

The phone had exploded and there were black marks on the vacant lot. People gathered near the explosion spot and there were gasps and moans. I was shocked and didn’t know what to say. The woman had just saved my life and I had no clue as to who she was. I looked at her and said “Thank you but how did you know?” She just put her finger on my lips and sushed me. Then she “Roshan, you are in danger. There are people, powerful people, who are out to kill you because they think you saw something that you shouldn’t have. Come with me and I’ll keep you safe. I’m a secret agent.” And with that she pulled me towards her car and let me into the passenger seat and we drove off!

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Sudden Downpour

It was sunny when you left home, so you didn’t take an umbrella. An hour later, you’re caught in a torrential downpour. You run into the first store you can find — it happens to be a dark, slightly shabby antique store, full of old artifacts, books, and dust. The shop’s ancient proprietor walks out of the back room to greet you. Tell us what happens next!

Well at this point I just want to stay inside the store with it’s warmth and dryness and not be drenched in the downpour outside. So I pretend that I was looking for this same store for a while and ask the store owner for some old artifacts and books and ask numerous questions about them. My idea was to wait until the rains die down and then I would purchase something that I could get for cheap or in the likelyhood that I find something really interesting I would buy it no matter what. Hey, I could always sell it on eBay later if I didn’t want to keep it.

However things would get interesting. The old man who owned the store brought out some hot cups of cocoa and started showing me some of his prized stuff. I was barely listening, even though he was a good story teller, until he mentioned some maps and paintings leading to a lost treasure. Treasure, eh? My interest was piqued so I asked for more details and he brought out some legendary maps with a log about an group of early treasure seekers who went on an expedition to find the Lost city of Almata and the treasure that was hidden in an old palace. I went through the maps and the paintings, including cut outs kept in the well catalogues log book when suddenly – a familiar face was staring back at me from a painting!

A woman, no the woman from my dreams. I had had these dreams for as long as I can remember about a dusky, raven haired beauty, a princess who has haunted me in my dreams from childhood. I always thought she was created in my imagination and my love for adventure stories and movies. But no, she was real. A princess who was the guardian of the treasure of Almata. I was fascinated, I had to go and find this place and seek the treasure. Or this ghost of a princess would never leave my dreams. I bought the maps and the log and went home to pour through the details. I would find a way of traveling to the places mentioned and find this lost city.

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Bad Timing

Someone’s left you a voicemail message, but all you can make out are the last words: “I’m sorry. I should’ve told you months ago. Bye.” Who is it from, and what is this about?

It could be the woman you have had a major crush on for the past year or two but have never had the guts to open up and share your feelings with as you were too scared or shy to do so. You’ve wanted to tell her and you’ve lusted after her and yearned for a kiss and more but didn’t think that you could ever measure up to her. And now she is gone and she had similar feelings for you but it is too late.

Or it’s that woman you’ve been casually dating on and off for several months maybe even years and she just found out that’s she pregnant and you are the daddy. But she isn’t sure about marriage and keeping you tied down to a commitment since you had mentioned time and again that it wasn’t what you were looking for and that you were happy with the current arrangement. So since you made it very clear that you didn’t want to be hitched and/or have kids, she hide her pregnancy from you and went on a “business trip” to clear her head and now is moving away to have the baby and start a new life.

Or….it could be that hot woman you met at a hotel bar while you were on a vacation or work related trip and you got to know a little as you talked while having a few martinis. And then you really got to know later in either of your rooms. And you exchanged numbers with and promising to call but you didn’t since you have a wife and kids. And several months later she is calling you to tell you that she is HIV positive and perhaps so are you!

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Hail Storm

You’re at the beach with some friends and/or family, enjoying the sun, nibbling on some watermelon. All of a sudden, within seconds, the weather shifts and hail starts descending from the sky. Write a post about what happens next.

So we’re all wondering what the heck kind of weather this is. One second you’re nibbling on ice cold watermelon and enjoying the heat and suddenly it’s a hail storm. With hail the size of baseballs falling from the sky. And it hits people in the head, the chest and their arms and legs. Pandemonium strikes and all I can hear are yelling and screaming, parents trying to shield their young and calling for help.

The hail is so hard that it even punched in several holes on the boats that were tied to the pier. People’s bare backs were showing red spots the size of a large hand due to being hit by the hail. The lifeguards did their best to usher people out of the beach but the hail just kept hitting on as far as the eye could see. Soon I could see lots of blood and several dead bodies lying on the sand and the loud wails of their loved ones trying to get to the dead bodies. Just what kind of weather is this. And all of a sudden, we hear the deafening noise of what sounded like huge airplanes above us. But it wasn’t airplanes!

It was a ufo. An alien spaceship or a mothership to be more likely. It was huge, the size of several football stadiums put together. And it was responsible for sending the large hail at us. This was the first attack of an invasion by a hostile alien race. Were we in any shape to deal with it? It looked unlikely as the ship blocked our vision as it closed upon the earth’s surface and in the distance I could see several such large ships slowly coming down.

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The Lines On My Palm

You’re on a long flight, and a palm reader sitting next to you insists she reads your palm. You hesitate, but agree. What does she tell you?

Well I was just sitting there in my comfy seat in first class, with a book in one hand and a soft drink in the other. We were flying over the Pacific Ocean and I was actually looking forward to the 8 hour long flight as I could relax, read and even take a long nap if I so wanted to. What I didn’t expect though was that the lady sitting next to wanted to chat and boy did she have some interesting things to say.

She smiled at me with those eyes that have seen way too much for her to ever write down and her age showed even with that twinkle in her eyes. She must have been somewhere between 60-65 and aging nicely with that grey-black hair and she was dressed stylishly in black and wore a perfume that evoke grandeur of a time gone by. She asked my name and where I was from and I politely answered and played the part of a decent gentleman who was too well behaved to be rude to a lady who wanted a bit of a conversation even though I wanted nothing more than to sit back and read my book.

Then she suddenly stopped talking mid-sentence and stared deep into my eyes and grabbed my right hand and asked me if she could read my palm. I was taken aback, not expecting that, but said “sure” and bemused watched as she proceeded to read my palm and drawn lines on it using her thin and sharp nails. Her eyebrows knitted together and deep furrows appeared on her forehead. She read something that scared her and frightened her, it seems. What was it, what was it that had her so worried? She must have been reading my palm silently for what seemed liked forever but was actually not more than 10 minutes when she started gasping for air. I got worried and tried to get the attention of a passing stewardess. The lady clutched at her chest, gasped and seemed to stop breathing and then tried to stand up but fell on the floor.

Everyone who saw it cried out in shock at this scene and the stewardesses were at her side and gave her mouth to mouth and splashed water on her face. After a few minutes the lady seemed to breath normally again but she was still in shock and as they helped her up she saw my face again, my concerned face and she pointed at me while still sitting on the floor and as everyone turned to look in my direction, half standing and half sitting in my seat, she started yelling…..

“EL DIABLO! LUCIFER! SATAN! THE DEVIL IS HERE!”

Oh boy, how am I gonna get outta this one!

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Secret Admirer

You return home to discover a huge flower bouquet waiting for you, no card attached. Who is it from — and why did they send it to you?

Personally if I come home and see a huge flower bouquet waiting for me, I’d think that I am dying and someone is concerned and is offering their sympathies for me. Or that the flower delivery place had the wrong address. Why would anyone be sending me flowers?

Well if I were to let my fantasy and imagination run wild I would say that the bouquet is from this gorgeous woman in her late 30s I keep seeing and staring at and have spoken to one just a couple of occasions. She smiles and I smile back but we have exchanged only a few words of mainly greetings and “how are yous”. But I wish for more. I wish she would stop by for coffee or let me take her out for some. And maybe dinner or a movie or both. And I wish for that smile to be just for me.

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11092015

What’s the date today? Write it down, remove all dashes and slashes, and write a post that mentions that number.

Inside the space shuttle he looked at the monitors and glanced at the digital clock & calendar that ticked off the seconds & minutes before blast off. His fellow astronauts were buckled in their seats and thinking of the risks that they were taking – an experimental spaceship that housed a revolutionary new engine that was faster than anything that had even been imagined. It promised to take the shuttle and it’s 3 member crew to their destination – the planetary system that was called Futura by NASA and in particular a large new-earth planet that the governments of earth and the population at large were hoping would be the new home for a species that had almost drained it’s home planet’s resources.

The countdown began and the shuttle takes off into the skies and then breaks orbit and even the crew and the NASA staff on the ground were surprised at the speed which beat their expectation. The people on the ground cheered and the millions watching it live on their tvs, computers and hand held devices all ran through the gamut of emotions – crying, laughing, cheering, yelling, hifiving, hugging and opening celebratory bottles to drink and then eat, as things seemed to be going according to plan. If everything worked out the way it was planned, the crew of the ship would reach the Futura system in 7 weeks and land on the planet and post a survey will return back with their findings. If the planet was a go to settle, the next plan was to send the first of several bio-ships to Futura for settling the planet and then in various stages send the earth’s population (people and some animals) in big ships for relocation.

Back on the ship as the crew hit the maximum setting on the speed, they relaxed a bit before they entered stasis that would enable them to sleep through the 7 weeks that it would take to reach Futura. The crew had an automated alarm that would wake them as soon as they reached the planet’s orbit. Sleep was dreamless and it seemed like it was a very short time before they woke up due to the alarm sounding. The three astronauts rubbed their eyes and dressed as the space shuttle shook as they were reaching the planet and as the lead astronaut took his seat his eyes bulged out as he glanced at the digital clock and calendar. He started hyperventilating and pointing to the display and the other two rush towards him – the year displayed was 11092015!!

How could that be? It was 2510 when they left and the trip was only for 7 weeks. But as the other two assisted their captain to the floor they looked at the planet below them as the surface became clearer. It was earth, still their earth but it was destroyed and in ruins and the oceans and seas and other bodies of water were almost dried up and where there was land and cities and towns it was charred and black and destroyed beyond any recognition. No lights were visible and it looked seemingly without life. This was the planet that they were heading to faster than anything mankind had created, seemingly the last remaining humans alive.

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The Flangiprop To The Rescue

Invent a definition for the word “flangiprop,” then use the word in a post.

Hmmm, let’s try this. A Flangiprop is a useless item in a house or home that is never used, has no use and is usually ignored by the residents of the home until the place needs to be cleaned. Also, it will suddenly become useful when you least expect it and in a sudden moment of need, it can be used to great effect.

So I had this flangiprop that just lies on this mantel at my home. It was a gift from…I dunno….years ago at my wedding and neither I nor my wife are aware of who it is that gave it to us. So in order to be safe we kept it there on the mantle just in case it was a close friend or relative who gave us this gift and we wanted to be sure that they saw that we were displaying it, or they might feel bad. But we never found out just who it was that gift us that ugly and clunky looking thing.

However this one night it came in handy and very useful, 7 years after our wedding. We were coming back home from a night out at a movie and then dinner and my wife had entered through the front door while I was parking the car in the garage, when I heard a scream. I rushed in and saw that a masked thief had a gun pointed at my wife and was beckoning me to be quiet and close the door behind me. I did as obeyed fearing for our lives but when he was distracted by our dog coming in from the upstairs room, I picked up the flangiprop which was near me and hit the thief on the head, knocking him outcold. I hugged my wife and using a piece of rope, I tied up the intruder while my wife called the cops.

As the police took away the thief, my wife and I poured a glass of wine each and silently thanked the unknown person who gave us that flangiprop!

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Ink Stains & Bob

You have 20 minutes to write a post that includes the words mailbox, bluejay, plate, syrup, and ink. And one more detail… the story must include a dog named Bob

So…..I woke up that morning, at around the same time and did my daily routine. It was a Saturday so no office to go to and I had the whole weekend ahead of me to do what I wanted. So I lazed around the house, reading the newspaper, drinking coffee, making breakfast and taking a long shower. I wasn’t really interested in doing anything more strenuous than finding a place to have dinner or thinking about what shows or movies to watch.

At 1pm, I was dressed and planning to go out when I saw a bluejay land on my mailbox as if it was trying to alert me that I had an urgent mail waiting for me to read. I called out to the little birdie and walked up to the mailbox and opened it, to find a flyer inviting me to try out a new store that makes maple syrup and sells them in these large jars. Hmm, I like syrup so why not? I drove over to the store, on my way to have lunch, and bought 2 large jars of the maple syrup and then drove over to my favourite bbq restaurant and ordered a plate of ribs with a few side items. Having enjoyed my lunch I decided to walk over to the nearby pier and take in the breeze and walk off my lunch.

As a few minutes passed I noticed this young lady who was walking her dog, a Bloodhound, and as she came nearer to me I noticed a small ink stain on her blouse. Without thinking I looked at her and pointed to her chest – bad idea! She was initially shocked and almost hit me with her purse and her dog started barking at me. I managed to stop her and let her know that the ink stain is what I was pointing out to and she was embarrassed and apologized for her hasty reaction. She then introduced herself to me and said that her name was Marianne. And that her dog’s name was Bob.

Nice to meet you Marianne. And you too Bob! Who was peeing on my shoe at that very moment!

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Three Guys Walk Into A Bar

Three people walk into a bar . . .

and order their drinks from the bartender. The first one sees that the bartender is kinda absentminded and so after a while, he gets up and is about to leave without paying when the bartender stops him. The guy says that he already paid him for the drink, and the confused bartender says ok and the first guy leaves.

About 20 minutes later the second guy, who noticed this, also gets up to leave and the bartender stops him and asks him about the payment for the drink he just had. The second guy also says that he just paid it to the bartender to which the confused but suspicious bartender says ok and the second guys leaves.

The 3rd guy has been drinking all this time but watching things closely. As he is about to finish and puts on his jacket, the bartender comes up to him and says “You know those two guys who were sitting next to you, I think they might have tricked me. I think they didn’t pay…” At this point the 3rd guy yells, “Hey, I am not interested in any story my friend. Just give me the change from the money I just paid for the drinks!”

And the bartender gives him some money and the 3rd guy leaves!

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R Is For Robbie

Pick a letter, any letter. Now, write a story, poem, or post in which every line starts with that letter.

Robbie is a boy who loved the ocean

Rarely was he seen causing a commotion

Rising up early in the morning,

Right before the day was dawning

Remember he seldom did to put on his suntan lotion

Red as the blood that was beneath his exterior

Rosy red cheeks on his face & posterior

Robbie couldn’t sit

Not even for a shit

Yet he grinned and bore it like a warrior

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“18042015”

What’s the date today? Write it down, remove all dashes and slashes, and write a post that mentions that number.

He picked up the token number at the counter at the Official Migration Bureau when it was his turn as they called his name. He felt the smoothness of the plastic of the token as his finger glided on the surface. The token read “18042015” and the only other words on it were the symbol of the Bureau. He said the number again and again in his mind until he had memorized it. The promise of the day coming soon.

He then went into a much larger room, showed his identification documents on his tab and that of his family – his wife, 2 kids, a cat and 2 dogs and a turtle. One unit, the lady at the desk said after she checked the authentication of the documents. She worked behind her desk and worked out the details which took about 10 minutes. During those 10 minutes, all thoughts of feelings went through his mind. Mostly relief and also excitement. It was finally happening. His family and he would be leaving the earth soon. Our planet was slowly becoming a wasteland and it was getting more & more difficult to breath without respirators fitted to everyone. It was ok for humans but the animals they kept as pets struggled and had to be restrained or tied up on leashed during the 10 hours it was recommended to breath through the respirators.

The evacuation project had started 2 years ago and the governments of the world came together to arrange the mass migration – of all humans and most of the animal world – from Earth to Earth 2; a supersized earth like planet in another galaxy. The exodus would take place in multiple phases and house people & pets in several large bioships that would put the living inhabitants in statis for the year long journey that it would take to get from Earth to their new home. He and his wife had counted the days and waited until it was their turn; 18042015. His would be the 18,042,015th person to be evacuated and as his immediate family his wife was 18,042,016, his older son 18,042,017 & daughter 18,042,018 in number. The 2 dogs, cat & turtle just about fit the maximum limit they could for pets – any more and they would have to keep them with another family, perhaps his brother-in-laws whenever their turn was up. His own brother and his family had already left on the previous phase.

As he finally got his documents in order and was about to leave, the lady at the counter grabbed his hand with both of hers and said “Good luck, have a safe trip!” He wondered what her number and her family’s numbers would be. Probably much later as she worked for the official migration group. He thanked her with tears in his eyes as he pocketed his token and his documents and left the Bureau to go home and tell his wife the good news – one week from now, they would be leaving their home forever and move on to the long journey to their next. Earth 2! As he stepped outside to start his walk back home one large number kept repeating in his mind over & over again – “18042015!!

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Ghostwriter

If I could pick an author to write my biography then I would pick Stephen King. Hands down my favourite author of all time and the author of my favourite novel of all time, IT, he would do an amazing job of making my miserable life seem interesting enough that people would want to pick up a book on it and read.

He would make it seem even more fascinating that it ever could be and jazz it up to a great extent that even I wouldn’t recognise it as being about my own life. He would include ghosts, goblins, evil twins, fantastic landscapes, werewolves, vampires, creepy creatures, even an alien or two and a scary ghost house. He would make you laugh at the funny bit, scare you silly at the gory, horror scenes and gross you out with describing in great detail the mess, puke, bile and shit! All made up ofcourse

And it will also be sad in parts; lost loves and longing, old friendships and parting ways and remorse and regret and pain. And a melancholic strain that refuses to go away. So yeah, Mr. Kings’s latest book is a sure best seller!

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The Granite Door

You’re having a nightmare, and have to choose between three doors. Pick one, and tell us about what you find on the other side.

I am dreaming and it’s not a nice dream and in this dream I am in a dark hallway with barely enough light to see what’s in front of me. There’s a lot of noises and what sounds like tiny feet on hard cement coming near me and I look towards the three doors and try to figure out which one I should pick. I can hear loud chants and screams getting closer as I stare at the three doors – one that looks like dark mucus and slime green, another which looks like it’s blood red in colour and the third one which looks like it’s made of granite.

As the noises and scurrying feet come closer to me I think that the granite one looks like the most harmless one and push open the door and go in and close the door on the fast approaching creatures that then begin to bang on the door and make yelling sounds. Good luck getting me to open the door you vermin! I am not gonna let them get to me. So I try and see what’s in front of me in this room and in the dim light find a lantern. I pick it up and light it and I can finally see clearly what’s in this rather large room. And oh boy I was not expecting that at all.

In front of me are the most vicious looking creatures I have ever seen. Straight outta all the horror movies and stories that I can think of. And they look angry and hungry and all are arguing with themselves as to who gets to rip into my guts first. As I press myself towards the granite door with these horrible creatures looming at me, I can hear the faint voices from outside the door telling me “We tried to warn you to not open the granite door!”

Oops!

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Coma (1978)

Based on the 1977 Robin Cook novel of the same name and directed by Michael Crichton, Coma is a 1978 medical thriller starring Genevieve Bujold, Michael Douglas, Elizabeth Ashley, Richard Widmark, and Rip Torn (who I didn’t even recognize until the end). Also starring in small roles are pre-fame Ed Harris & Tom Sellek.

Dr. Susan Wheeler, who is having trouble in her relationship with fellow resident Dr. Mark Bellows, is devastated to learn that a close friend of hers, Nancy Greenley, is pronounced brain dead and ends up in a coma after minor surgery at the Boston Memorial Hospital. Susan, who works there along with Mark, decides to check up on the records and finds that over the previous year a number of other fit young people have ended up the same way. When another young & otherwise fit person suffers the same fate she investigates and finds out that all 12 cases took place in the same operation theater, OR 8, and that all the comatose bodies were taken to a remote facility named the Jefferson Institute. As she continues to investigate she runs into road blocks, seemingly from a Dr. George, Chief of Anesthesiology at Boston Memorial Hospital.

After a fun weekend with Mark she tries to enter the Jefferson but is told that tours are only conducted on Tuesdays. As she gets closer to the truth, a maintenance man, who offers to give her information, is killed by a security guard who then tries to kill Susan but she escapes from the hospital and finds out that Carbon Monoxide is being filtered through the gas tubes in OR 8. She runs to Mark’s apartment but on hearing him speak about her on the phone to someone, she panics and runs away. She goes for the tour at the institute and finds out that the Jerfferson is a front for harvesting organs to be sold to the highest bidder on the black market. Boston Memorial is in on this, purposely inducing comas in patients whose organs match those of potential buyers. She is almost caught by security but sneaks out on top of an ambulance that is delivering some organs to an airport.

Susan goes to see Dr. George Harris, the Chief of Surgery, to who she has confided her suspicions and tells him everything. However it turns out that Dr Harris is the mastermind behind this operation and he drugs her with a substance that creates a pain mimicking an appendix about to burst. He rushes her to surgery and says that he will do the operation himself. Mark meets Susan there and she manages to convince him that her life is in danger and he also hears Dr. Harris insist for OR 8. Mark stops the carbon monoxide from entering the gas tubes and takes Susan away after her operation is shown to not have an inflamed appendix. The two lovers have Dr. Harris exposed and the final scene is of him waiting to be escorted by two police officers.

It has some tense moments and the acting is top notch. The movie itself is a bit dull in places and I hope they do remake it someday with more excitement. 8 outta 10!