Story Of A One-Eared Theif


There was a loud crash in the hallway. My thumping heart missed a beat. By the time I had collected enough gold jewelry while they were still snoring.

My name is Jim and I am a renowned thief. I have earned quite a fame by the name of one-eared man. This is the story of how I lost my ear.

With the idea of taking a break from stealing, I once decided to tuck away in some place afar. I took my belongings and hid in a truck that was leaving for an unknown location. I dozed off and when opened my eyes, I was laying at a place that was alien to me but very beautiful, with greenery all around. Beautiful flowers were smiling and the sun embraced me with its light. Chilled wind tickled me and I started roaming.

Wandering in this beautiful valley, I saw a small house. My thief-nerves gave me an alarm and I headed towards it. I broke in from the rear door and cloaked myself behind the curtains in one of the rooms. The moment I decided to come out, a bulky woman entered the room.

She was wearing a white shining silk dress with white gloves on her hands. Big gold ear-rings were hanging down from her ears and a gold pendant was caressing her neck. The thing that terrified me wasn’t the dress, but the voices she was making. She sat on the bed and started crying hysterically. She was swinging her arms in wide arcs and stretching out her own hair with her hands. The dry skin on her hands was tanned like leather. She was speaking loudly in a language that I wasn’t able to comprehend.

My legs started trembling and I was covered in sweat from head to toe. I was cursing the time when I decided to take a break, when a girl entered the room. She sat beside the woman and put a pot filled with smoke in front of her. Within seconds, the woman’s voices started lowering down gradually. She was calm now.

We should prepare the lunch” The girl spoke in a creamy voice and the woman nodded her head.

I caught a glimpse of the girl. She was young, wearing a red velvet long dress and her black hair were tied in a pin. She was wearing gold bangles and ear-rings too. I was charmed by her beauty.

The circumstances convinced me that the woman was under a magic spell.Β After some time my fear was conquered by greed. The luster of gold jewelry they were wearing blind folded me and I decided to leave this house at night along with Β jewelry.

“Stealing from two bare handed women can’t be that difficult”, I thought to myself.

I peeked into the hallway. It was dark. The woman’s snores were piercing the silence. I entered the room after making sure that they both are under the influence of deep sleep. I started removing slowly, the gold pendant and then both the gold ear-rings from the woman’s ears. Her ears were thin and brown as coffee beans. After putting them in my bag, I went closer to the girl, an innocent beauty. My hands shivered while removing her bangles and other jewelry.

As I finished, A loud crash in the hallway destroyed the peaceful silence. I ran towards the hallway to stop the sound. My eyes bulged out and a scream was stuck in my throat, as the vision became clear. A gigantic man with black long mustache like tail of an elephant was standing right in front of me.

He came closer and the bag of jewelry fell down from my hand. He grabbed my neck in one hand and my ear in the other. I smelled the scent of death. He pulled out my ear forcefully and with in a moment my ear was in his hand. A burning sensation filled my head. My screams woke up the women. They stood in the doorway with expressions of shock on their faces.

“RETURN THIS” he growled pointing his finger towards the bag. I grabbed the bag, handed it to the girl and ran out of their front door.

That was my last theft, the first unsuccessful one.

That giant man was the women’s son. That woman was sick. And that beautiful girl is my wife now….

Sometimes weirdest things in life turns out to be the best ones and weird people, the best mates !

31 thoughts on “Story Of A One-Eared Theif

  1. Ouch – that son is scary! He lost an ear, but at least he got the girl. (In my opinion, he’s no worse off than other men…my husband only half listens to me and he has both ears πŸ™‚ )

    • Lol Janna your comment made me smile.Yes he got the girl πŸ˜› and You should make him hear with both πŸ˜‰ πŸ˜› Thanks so much for sharing your thoughts . Love you xx

  2. *likes***
    Totally captivating, kept me reading till the end. Though wife nhi honi chahye thi uski as abozdar said, slave hi hota thief jo thehra πŸ˜›
    Your giant reminded me of that sleeping beauty wala. Or was it Beauty and the Beast? Lol really enjoyed this, thanks for sharing. ^_^

    • Haha You know I am new to writing fiction maza ata hai likhnay me aur ager tum jesi itni achi writer tareef ker de tu aur maza ata hai πŸ˜›
      Haha I agree wife nae honi chaye thi per twist tu hona chaye kuch story me πŸ˜›
      Lol that was a real human giant the kind of Tarzen or something πŸ˜›
      Thanks so much for reading Maria ! Means a lot πŸ™‚ xx

  3. That was great..the last thing i expected was the ironic twist at the end of the story…

    And yes..this is a different and unusual way.. my wife’s first boyfriend..who was a friend of mine in high school..and a state champion in powerlifting..which is like weightlifting..
    who i stole my wife a way from..some 24 years or so ago..about 12 years after high school..

    Well..he was not too happy about that back then..and i think he may have wanted to hurt me just a little bit.. if he could then….but he likes me now….

    But now i find..that he is truly an insightful person..and he is a good face book friend…

    So i suppose.. sometimes IT IS TRUe..the enemy today is the good friend…or even husband or wife tomorrow…

    I think as human is our innate nature to find a way to be friends with our perceived enemies..if @ALL possible…Lovexx

    It makes PEACE POSSIBLE..AND IS THE HOPE OF A TRULY FREE WORLD..for human beings..AND YES!..even their animal friends..and all other life..and material elements2….

    • Thanks so much Jalal ! Haha I never noticed that πŸ™‚ Good to know our names are related somehow πŸ™‚ Thank you so much for honoring me with your beautiful thoughts ! Your post was amazing. Stay blessed xx

    • Haha No you are right πŸ˜‰ I felt the same πŸ˜› Thanks so much for liking my story Abozdar and for being there for me always πŸ™‚ Love to you xx

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