The Tag of an Introvert

Sins hated the feeling of wasted effort with all his heart. Although, he couldn't quantify or express the heartfelt angst that tore through his body from time to time when things didn't go the way he so desired, he was sure that whenever his workload increased his effort with no visible progress, he would feel … Continue reading The Tag of an Introvert

Goaded Productivity

Sins felt the dopamines coarsing through his body, a sudden rush of blood to his head sent him into splits, his breathing became more controlled as he pushed the last repetition of the bench press, feeling all the load on the centre of his contracted chest. Yes, the pre-workout protein was definitely a boost. Sins … Continue reading Goaded Productivity

Will

Sins grabbed hold of his soft, fluffy white pillow and grasping it firmly, tore it into half, proceeding to beat the non-living object to pulp, sprouting cotton feathers all over the place. Now, even more enraged at the ensuing mess, Sins screamed with all his might, his gaze moving upwards. "Get out of my head! … Continue reading Will

The Holy Lifeline

Malcolm staggered into his room in a daze. He hadn't slept in 23 hours. He hadn't felt like it. So engrossing was the video content he had found online, that he wished he were a machine, with the ability to process information through electric supply. His eyes were hurting, due to the 23 hour binge. … Continue reading The Holy Lifeline

Anti-Social Brethren

Malcolm wished he could be high all the time. But, then he figured the novelty of peace and bliss would gradually become the new sober state of the mind, post which he would crave a higher feeling anyway. He decided he would be happier with how things were currently, where upliftment of the mind was … Continue reading Anti-Social Brethren

The Beginning of Lord Sins

When Sins was 7 years old, and mature enough to remember and dwell on his memories, he saw the mighty train engine. The day had been a late one, with the full moon alight in the sky, in all its splendour, holding its gaze over the vast train network below. The image lay imprinted in … Continue reading The Beginning of Lord Sins

Ignorance is Lazy

"I don't want your ghastly opinion, I want facts" "You're terming my opinion as ghastly. Isn't that your opinion?" "I'll ask you one last time. Why did you have to behave like that to her? Can't you stop questioning everything?" Sins didn't want to speak any more. He had had it. He was done with … Continue reading Ignorance is Lazy