For a long, long time, Mr. Sins stared, at nothing in particular. He had begun the year in spectacular fashion. For a full two months he had continued, day after day, visualizing the time when he would be frolicking along a quaint coastal bed, hand in hand with the partner of his dreams. Three days … Continue reading The Death of Mr. Sins
For him, hate was something to be abhorred, something to be hated. It didn't matter who it was, or what it was. Hate was destructive and of no use whatsoever, even if it was being harnessed in order to accomplish something productive, because something built on hate could never leave a legacy behind. With time, … Continue reading How Much Can You Hate? Think.
The first thing he saw after opening his eyes was a lizard crawling exactly above him. They locked eyes for a couple of seconds before he diverted his gaze to the pile of clothes that lay beside him. He was wearing nothing. His roommate had said he was out drinking with his colleagues and that … Continue reading The Breakfast Chronicles
He didn't realize the enormity of the situation. Two hours before he was scheduled to meet the local politician, Sins had heard from his sources, that the politician had been kidnapped, murdered through multiple stab wounds and his body had been thrown face down into a low lying drain. Sins had reached the spot to … Continue reading The Chronicles of Sins and Starr