Divergent: Fanfictions On WattPad

If you’re someone who’s stumbled on my blog and also happens to be a fan of the Divergent Trilogy, a series by Veronica Roth, then well…I’m pretty amazed. The odds of you being both of these are pretty slim. But if you do happen to be, then there’s a story I’ve been working on recently, and it’s based on those books.


My first shot at one, too. A lot of my friends seem to be getting into, and so I decided I would too. Join Al, the Candor transfer we all know on his journey. We’ve all grown to love Tris’ adventures, so my fanfiction is about Albert’s point of view from the very beginning. No spoilers for my story now- head over to my fanfiction for it, (just click the link) if you want to read it.

Warning: Major spoilers for the Divergent series! I advise you not to read it if you aren’t familiar with the original series. Not only will you be a bit lost, but I thoroughly suggest for you to give the books a try. I love them!

A good friend of mine is also writing one; about how Tobias gets his revenge on David for (SPOILER ALERT! CLOSE YOUR EYES IF YOU HAVEN’T READ THE BOOKS) killing Tris. It’s awesome and very well written so give her’s a try as well! click here to read it.

I’ll be back with a regular post very soon, so keep your eyes peeled. I’m working on this fanfiction alongside, so give it a view if you fancy it and let me know you came from here! lol

Much love,

Tapasmi <4


The Bizarre Dream

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Two-three months ago, my school had sent a note to all students. It was about a competition organized by Scholastic India which involved story-writing. Basically, it meant that school children across the country were given a chance to hand in an original story written by them on any of the topics given below:


I knew, of course, that there must be more talented children my age who loved writing who were far better then me. But I still gave my best shot. I chose the first topic, A Bizarre Dream. All my classmates expected me to turn a story in anyways, because every one knows about my special writing hobby. I can assure that they were right! 😀 Now I’ll share my story with you guys… whether I win the prize or not. I hope you like it. Here goes….

I lay on my bed staring at the night sky. The peaceful stars ushered me to the world of sleep. I felt myself dissolving….going….down, down, down…..bloggy pic
I fell with a bump on a grassy path in bright daylight. I was in a place I had never been in before, yet there was an aura of familiarity which did not frighten me. I moved on, galloping along a jade lane.
As I walked around, I suddenly could hear some distant noises. I followed that noise, and in no time I reached a merry little market place. Shouts surrounded me.
“A hot cross bun for a penny!”
“Milk straight from the cowherd!”
Various shopkeepers yelled out their products while children and mothers and fathers rushed to and fro.
“Oh, mummy, do let’s buy those cakes!”
“Fred, what do you think about these potatoes?”
I smiled at all the hustle in the marketplace. I first wondered if I should have bought anything, but it dawned upon me that since I had no idea where on Earth I was, there wasn’t really any use for me to rush into shops and buying butter. I didn’t even know if I was on Earth. It all felt very supernatural. Moreover, I didn’t have any money! Or at least I thought I didn’t. I suddenly put my hand in my pocket and miraculously pulled out ten pounds.
“Whoa,” I said to myself in amazement. My first impulse was to spend all of it on an amazing chocolate displayed grandly in one shop. Children pressed against the window and poking their mothers to buy it. But I ignored my instinct and kept going. I believed that something better was out there. So I kept walking along the green lane until I reached a funny little house-shop.
In big, black capital letters, across the door of that house was written:
I entered and was welcomed to a sunny, many windowed cottage by a tall, old, old man. His snowy beard was tucked into his belt and black eyes stared at me behind a pair of cracked glasses. There was something odd about this man, as well as something mysterious with his shop. His desk was surrounded by huge shelves, and those shelves consisted of hundreds of glass jars, which I assumed contained dreams. Perhaps it was the fact that I was used to being in a strange place, but I wasn’t as astonished as I normally would have become.
“What kind of dream might you be looking for, milady?” The man politely asked.
I replied after a few seconds of thought: “Well, I was hoping for a dream which is really, really weird. A bizarre dream, basically. One that is so strange, that I can laugh at it. Not a scary one though, for fear is the last thing I like. Before cruelty and betrayal. But that’s out of context.”
The man suddenly chuckled at my words. I went slightly red. What had I said that was so funny? I felt foolish, a ten-year old child standing next to a chuckling old man. “Ahem,” I coughed purposely, to remind him that I still existed.
The man stopped laughing, but he still had a mysterious smile on his face as though he knew something I didn’t.
“Don’t you think fear is a choice and not fact? And oh, of course, a bizarre dream! The shelf which is directly right to you is full of them. You can read the labels on them to get an idea of what the dream will be like.” He said.
I had just started to look around when a small child of about four years came into the shop. He was wearing rags. I had a feeling that he was very poor.
“Sir?” he asked the old man. “Do you happen to have a dream that can make someone happy? My Ma and Pa are very poor, sir. We live just outside your cottage. We are the shoe-polishers. I want a dream so that they can forget about their hunger. I want them to be happy. Please, do you have one?”
I was extremely touched by the little boy’s consideration and love for his parents. He was poor, but he was filled with benevolence and innocence. I was much moved.
The old man looked around at his shelves. He picked out a jar himself. On it was a label saying:
“This dream is about how a family who is poor but very kind get blessed by God. They soon live in a nice hut where they live and have a happy family. God casts a spell over their lives to make sure that they never get hurt. The family lives happily ever after.”
He handed it to the boy. “I am afraid that this one will cost ten pounds. How much money do you have, son?”
The boy sadly opened his fist to display three one-penny coins. “I am sorry sir, I don’t have enough money. I should better go.”
I was in a dilemma. What would I spend my money on? My dream, for entertainment reasons, or the boy’s dream, for a change in his life? I glanced at the shelves of bizarre dreams. They all cost more than ten. So there was no point saving it for mine. I called out “Boy!” just as he was heading out the door. He turned his head and replied, “Yes, mam?”
I ushered him back in, handed him my ten pounds. He was overcome by joy.
“Thank you, ma’am! I do not know how to express my gratitude!” I patted him and said, “You don’t have to.”
He smiled at me. I smiled at him. When the boy left, I looked back at the old man. He grinned.
“Hold on! You…” I broke off. I spoke again. “I can’t believe this. Oh, Louie Grandpa! It is you!”
He smiled. You see, in my real neighborhood, there was a little cottage where Old Louie Grandpa lived. We all called him Grandpa. He was a mysterious old creature, but everyone always went to his home for advice. He nodded in agreement.
“But right now lassie, I am a dream merchant. I am Louie Grandpa, yes, but in another world. The real one.”
I was confused when Louie Grandpa said, ‘the real world’. What did he mean? He chuckled at my expression.
“What?” I said.
“Lassie, you wanted a bizarre dream, didn’t you?” I nodded. He laughed all the more.
“What?” I said again.
“Ah, do you not see?”
“Why ask for a weird dream, when you already are in one?”
I didn’t understand. But suddenly I got it. All of this was a dream! I smiled confusedly at the old man. He smiled back. He raised his bony hand and his long fingers clicked against each other. SNAP! His fingers went. Suddenly, I felt somebody shaking me. bloggy pic 2
“Wake up, Tapasmi, or you’ll be late for school!”
I was suddenly back in my normal bed, in my normal home, from the most extraordinary place in existence. Mamma was shaking me awake.
As I changed into my school uniform, memories splashed in my mind. The market-place…the little boy….and Louie Grandpa.
I learnt a lot from my dream. Kindness, quickness. But it was imagination which stretched across my mind the most. When I walked to school that day, I saw Louie Grandpa passing by for his morning walk. One special smile and a wink- and I knew that he knew. We were more than neighbors now! No, he was a dream merchant, and I was his customer. A very special one. A dream in consciousness, and different people from different worlds! Connected in network of dreams.
So friends, this is the story of the weirdest (however delighting) thing that happened to me. The oddest situation I had been in. The story of my most bizarre dream. Tell me friend, what’s yours?

Paddy-Paw and the Tale of the Turtle

Hello friends! Hope you like this little story of Paddy-Paw’s silly antics, and how he is out-smarted yet again by a smart little turtle. ENJOY! 😀

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Paddy-Paw was a child jaguar. He was a bit silly. He was also a bit of a glutton, and so his mother gave him some instructions so that Paddy-Paw’s tummy could be satisfied when it was not.
“Paddy-Paw, Paddy-Paw, now you listen to me
Keep your eyes and ears open so you can hear and see.”
And so Paddy-Paw listened and opened his ears and eyes.
“Now, Paddy-Paw, you are a lovely little child, and I don’t want you to be hungry. So I am telling you how to satisfy that tummy of yours. First, whenever you see a prey, don’t let the prey see you. When he does, talk to him, softly, and be nice to him. If there is anything you can do to make him tastier, do it. When you feel it is the time, eat him,” she said knowledgably. “I am going away for a few days, so you have to get your own food. Be well!” and she cuddled him and went away.
Paddy-Paw was having mixed signals. He felt very responsible but also a bit scared. He had never caught his own food before! But he wanted to make his mummy happy, silly though he was, and so he gave it a try. He didn’t want to go up and look for some animal, though. But he needn’t have worried- opportunity came knocking on his door- literally!
He heard a knock on his door, and realised it was snowing quite heavily. Then he saw a little turtle who was shivering. Remembering his mother’s words, he quickly hid behind.
The turtle raised his eyebrows. He was very intelligent, and thought it was pointless for Paddy-Paw to hide when he had clearly seen him. “I saw you,” said the turtle. Paddy-Paw foolishly jumped back.
“Oh, did you?” he asked, his voice dripping with sweetness. Probably realising who stupid he sounded, he spoke a bit normally after that. “What’s wrong, my friend?”
“The weather, it is horrible! Please let me in for shelter! I’ll probably die with cold,” replied the turtle ruefully.
Paddy-Paw was about to say no, but remembered in time he was supposed to be kind. He agreed.
As soon as the turtle was in, he locked the door. He said evilly to the turtle “YOU ARE CAUGHT!” The turtle was horrified. But his wits came to his rescue. “Oh, you clever soul! But please let me stay for three days, so you can feed me and fatten me up before you eat me!”
This seemed like quite a good plan to Paddy-Paw. He glared at the Turtle. “Okay. But only three days, mind you! On the fourth day I shall gobble you up.”
The next three days the turtle received beautiful treatment. When the turtle had given Paddy-Paw the idea of fattening him up, Paddy-Paw did! He gave him the most delicious things to eat. The turtle enjoyed them thoroughly and kept asking for more, giving the excuse that he wanted Paddy-Paw to feel happier when he ate him!
Both the turtle and the jaguar waited excitedly for the fourth day of the turtle’s visit. As soon as the turtle woke up, the jaguar confronted him. “YOU’RE DINNER!” he cried.
The turtle instantly jumped up. “Yes, Jaguar sir,” he said respectfully. “But as for you to enjoy me, I must go have a bath, for who likes to eat a mouldy-smelling turtle?” Paddy-Paw agreed, and showed him the way to the bathroom. But the turtle shook his head. “To make myself taste really good, I must bathe in the Pure River first, which is in front of your house. Please, may I go there?”
Paddy-Paw remembered that his mother told him to make his prey as tasty as possible, so he gave the Turtle permission to bathe in the Pure River. As the jaguar didn’t like to swim, he didn’t accompany him. And so the turtle vanished into the depths of the river and Paddy-Paw waited, and waited, and waited. It wasn’t long before he realised the trick played on him and he realised his folly.
“Oh, I lost my dinner because of my stupidity,” he said, clutching at his fur. “I’ll never be silly again!”
Poor old Paddy-Paw! I doubt he will ever lose his silliness, though!
the end


Banana, as we all know, is a fruit with yellow peel and white inner, which some people find tasty and others not. Today, I tell you the story of how some of this lovely fruit came to use…
There was a poor but nice family who lived under the rule of King Ode, who was very nice. He often when to random houses in his country to see how they got on. One day, that poor family heard a rumour that the king was coming to their home! Now, the situation was bad. There was only one thing that the poor family had which was fit for a guest to eat- and that was their bananas! However, that did not help the situation as what kind of sense would it make to serve a banana to the king?
The mother, Mrs Lal, cried to her son, “beta, please go and check if there are any bananas which are nice in the kitchen? Do be quick!” so off rushed her son.
He came back. “Ma, we don’t have anything except bananas. Surely we cannot feed a banana to the raja?”
“No, we can’t, beta.” She said, worried.
The father, Mr Lal, had a suggestion. “Let me experiment, please. I will try and make something with the banana,” he said. The others agreed, ready to try anything at the moment. After all, who could blame them? The raja was coming!
They heard a whole lot of sizzling and frying in the kitchen. Mr Lal smashed the bananas to pulp, added some flour and sugar to it and mixed it up. Once the batter hardened, he made little balls out of it and cooked them.
Mr Lal just put the things on a plate and covered it, but before the rest of the family could see, the great, the majestic, the royal, raja Ode arrived!
He was welcomed inside the small house. He was very kind and talked to the family more or less like equals. Finally, Mr Lal said to the raja “Raja, please accept the family special: Bangali Kola Boda! The cover was taken off, to reveal some strange looking food:
It was brown and small, like a mini pakoda. They let the king eat, hopeful looks on their faces. The kind looked at it. “Is this some sort of new dish? I have never seen it before!” The family nervously nodded. And slowly watched the king put it into his mouth and… WOW! These were the king’s words. He loved them! The Lals nearly cried with relief. They ate it themselves, and were marvelled at the lovely taste!
And ever since then, it is a Bengali tradition to make them. And now we know the wonderful story of the even more wonderful food:

KOLA BODA! :mrgreen:
Hey guys! I hope you enjoyed this story of the Kola Bodas. I wrote it last year and wanted to share it with you guys. 😀




There once lived a thief named Rupert. He had one talent- it was not a good one though, as the talent was stealing. He had escaped a thousand times, and had broken in people’s houses ever since he was five years old. One day, a new man named Mr Johnny had moved to his neighbourhood. Soon Rupert came to know that Mr Johnny was very rich and worked for the king. So Rupert planned to rob that man’s house that very night. As soon as he came in the house, a big surprise awaited him. It wasn’t a good one either. As soon as he came, who should be waiting for him but Mr Johnny himself!


Mr Johnny had heard of Rupert before and knew that Rupert would come and steal his house. So he thought he might be able to catch him. And he did!

‘Now to drag you to the police!’-said Mr Johnny. With great difficulty he took Rupert to the police. The police were glad. They made preparations to hang Rupert. Rupert felt extremely nervous. It was the first time he was caught. Blow that Mr Joggy or whatever his name was. Everything was going smoothly before that stupid man came up. But Rupert calmed himself down. ‘Everything will be alright.’ He thought. When the police were going to hang him, they said what his last wish was, and that they would grant it.

‘Do you God promise that you would grant it?’

‘We would, and we never break our promises.’

‘Alright, then my last wish is to make myself free!’

So the police had no choice but let Rupert go! Rupert is a clever man isn’t he? You never know what he is up to!


Miss Pussy Cat Goes To US

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Little Miss Kitty Cat was a mischievous little cat.  She didn’t have a place to live. She just used to steal a milk bottle and drink it, and then get inside the bottle to sleep. Then when she woke up, she used to somehow manage to get out. So one day, Miss Kitty was roaming around. She saw an airport nearby. There was a plane standing there, with a lot of people getting in. And would you believe it, that naughty little cat climbed up to the plane! She did! Miss Kitty climbed up to the airplane, and as soon as she sat in it, the airplane started moving. First that gentle little drive on the ground, then the airplane started flying.  There was an announcement: “Please fasten your seatbelts, plane reaching to US”.


There were a few boxes here and there inside the plane, filled with food. They were filled with whatever Miss Kitty liked! Well, you might have guessed, that it took no time for Miss Kitty to gobble all the food up. Then she hid behind the last seat.

Just then, a pretty lady in a white uniform came up to the boxes to serve the customers food, and of course, she found them empty! Ms Kitty had quiet eaten all of them. The lady let out a scream. A few people came running in to see what the matter was.

‘The f-food i-i-is empty! I-i- mean the boxes are empty!’ stammered the lady.

‘Calm down, Marina. You’re talking like as if you’ve just met a ghost! Now lets see… the food certainly is gone!!’ said a fat man who wore a dark blue uniform made of cotton.

Now, when Miss Kitty heard this, she felt naughty. She let out a weird, eerie sound like a ghost, to scare the people! And it was scary, I must say!


All the passengers and the other people jumped up in fright.

‘It must be my imagination’ murmered everybody to themselves. But it certainly wasn’t, for everybody heard the sound again! Miss Kitty was­ enjoying herself!

Then at last the voice stopped. Miss Kitty nearly cracked her sides not laugh.

‘Looks like it was a ghost alright, Brandon!’ said the lady at last.

Soon all the people were comfortable again , because the sound stopped. Then suddenly, the plane stopped. The plane had reached US!    

Miss Kitty too sneaked out with people and whent striaght to a shop named ‘Jasmine’s Jewlery’. As quick as lightening , Miss Kitty took the most expensive and beautiful necklace from the shop and fled!! Fortunately for Miss Kitty, the shopkeeper didn’t notice her. Miss Kitty wore the necklace. It looked nice! She was most delighted. She went to another shop, where there were neat white towels stacked every where and a few soap-bars as well. Miss Kitty took the towel, not noticed by the shopkeeper who was busy attending his costumers. Miss Kitty wrapped the towel around her as a dress. And this went on. Once she stole a red lipstick and one time an expensive mascara, and once pretty little pair of shoes and once a pair jade-earrings. She kept on doing this, until she was spotted by a group of people. Whats more, that the group of people were no one but the shopkeepers of the markets from where Miss Kitty stole all the things! The shopkeepers had all come out to search for the thief, and they saw Miss Kitty at once! They chased her, and a good long chase it was. Soon the shopkeepers were tired, and returned to their shops and left Miss Kitty free. Miss Kat was glad. Then she found a cozy place, and had a rest. And also, she had given birth to two furry little baby kittens! So Miss Kitty stealing started again,this time for her dear little kittens. Soon, the three Cats (or 1 cat and two kittens, to be more precise) came to a resturaunt. They sneaked in, and saw lots of rich people eating the choicest of delicious food. Suddenly, one of the little kittens pointed at a boy who was eating very shabbily, and lots of his food fell under the table.



‘Good catch, little kitten!’ said Miss Kitty and stroked the little kitten who spotted the boy.

The kitten was proud of herself.

‘Now, you two, go near that boy,and hide under his chair or table. And eat whatever food that is falling down. Meanwhile I’ll be in chef’s kitchen.’



So the two kittens trotted off to the boy.

Miss Kitty quietly went into the kitchen, and covered herself with a white cloth to camouflage with the white floor. She could see alright, for she covered only her back legs and back for the cloth was too short to cover her face and front legs too. She walked very slowly. A very fat person with a very thin moustache with  very small curls was very strictly instructing everybody. He was the headchef there.


The chef was complimenting some cakes, or spitting out broths he didn’t like and all those chef stuff. Miss Kitty was about to lick the head chef to give him a fright when she saw a huge roasted turkey on the window sill on the corner. Nobody was working on the corner, so it was quite easy for Miss Kitty to have the freshly-cooked turkey.

‘This is even better than milk!’ thought Miss Kitty. She ate only half of it, for she was full. But she did not waste the other half. She dragged it with her. But then she realised wherever she dragged it, it left a trail of sauce. So she wrapped the turkey in the white cloth. The heavy load slowed her down a bit. She dragged and dragged it to the little kittens. But before she could reach them, a woman screamed.

‘CAT!’ –She cried.



Some waiters chased Miss Kitty. And when they saw the kittens too the evil waiters grabbed a knife and was about to stab all the cats when Miss Kitty came to rescue. She dropped the turkey, quickly took the kittens in her arms and fled.

‘HUFF..PUFF! Narrow escape! And I’m so hungry. I couldn’t bring the turkey with me… but I had to save you guys, didn’t I ?’

‘We understand, mommy. And don’t feel hungry. We have saved some bits of pancakes for you that the boy dropped.’

Miss Kitty ate it eagerly, for she was so very hungry. She was proud of her kittens. She stroke them and called them good kittens.

They went on. And the kittens were proud of themselves, and very happy too because their mother had bought (or to be more precise, ‘stole’) a pearl necklace for both of them.

Soon they spotted a spa. They also spotted a little place were cats or other tame animals were getting a massage. But they were adopted animals, so Miss Kitty couldn’t go there. How nice would it be to get a massage, for their legs were aching. Suddenly one kitten spotted a little piece of paper on the road. They all gathered around it. Miss Kitty read the paper. It said:


I’ve sent my pets here to get a massage I’ll be back one hour later. I have some work to do. Please give my pets a full body massage. Thank you- from your regular customer- Stacey.

Miss Kitty said, ‘I must have been dropped by someone. What luck! So we can have massage after all. Miss Kitty put the paper on her back and went to one of the ladies there who was giving massages to a rabbit. Miss Kitty was just in time. As soon as Miss Kitty came near, the lady read the note on Miss Kitty’s back.

‘Well, well, well! Another pet! First I’ll do the bigger one.

So miss pussy cat got a wonderful relaxing massage, and so did the kittens. They had trotted out of the shop happily. Not far of, was an airport. There was a plane where thousands of people were getting in. Naughty Miss Kitty got in the plane which was going to England. You might’ve guessed what happened next- and with kittens!