How Much Can You Hate? Think.

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 Murder of Innocence.

Late last night, as he was about to fling his body towards his mattress, he decided it was too hot and hence, a warm shower was in order. Everyone deserved a warm shower at the end of a day, like a loner who deserved the pleasure of company. The dim light inside his bathroom flickered … Continue reading The Murder of Innocence.